Our First Stop Was Red

When She Started To Play, Steinway Came Down Personally And Rubbed His Name Off The Piano.

As The Colonel And I Sat Swapping Stories In The Plane, A Jet Aircraft Buzzed Past Our Window. I Asked The Colonel What Type Of Aircraft It Was, And He Said, "don't Worry About It, Bob. . . If You Can See It, It's Obsolete."

As Soon As The War Ended, We Located The One Spot On Earth That Hadn't Been Touched By The War And Blew It To Hell.

If They Liked You, They Didn't Applaud -- They Let You Live.

If I Have To Lay An Egg For My Country, I'll Do It.