That's Different

The lieutenant commander had been ashore on Leyte and he was tired. From the small boat in Leyte's San Pedro Bay one day last week he pointed out what he thought was his ship, and the coxswain headed for her. What neither he nor the cox knew was that from among the mass-produced ships, as alike as Mike & Ike, he had picked out the wrong one.

The lieutenant commander went aboard, crawled into bed in what he thought was his own cabin. Presently an officer awakened him. "This is 017, isn't it?" asked the man from Leyte. "No," said the other officer, "that's down the way."

In 017 the weary lieutenant commander found another officer's gear. That was too much. He got mad. He had the gear hauled out on deck, began chucking it over the side. Observing these wild acts of rage, a messenger rushed to get help .from one of the ship's officers--a full commander.

"There's an officer from another ship who's throwing gear overboard," he reported. The commander laughed indulgently.

The messenger went on: "But it's your room and your gear."

The commander remembered there was a war on. "Well, you've got a gun, haven't you?" he roared. "Why don't you shoot the son of a bitch?"

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