calixtog
11-20-2007, 11:22 PM
He walks from the train station up Clinch Mountain to his family's farm. He walks in the farmyard and sees his dad chopping kindling.
"Pa, I'm home from the Pacific," this Clinch Mountain boy told his father.
His father leans on his axe, and beams at his boy. "Yes you are, son. What did you do to earn all those medals on your chest?"
"Well," the Tennessee boy said. "I killed a bunch of Japanese is what I did."
"How'd you kill them?"
"Well, Pa, I shot a whole slew of them. I stabbed quite a few with my bayonet. I burned some of them with a flamethrower. And I killed a few of them with this."
He pulls a hand grenade out of his duffle bag.
"Now son, how'd you kill those Japanese with that funny looking thing?
"Like this," the young soldier replied. Then he pulled the pin and threw the grenade at the outhouse. The outhouse exploded into a pile of dirt, poop, and wood.
While the father and son marveled at the spectacle, they saw Gramps' head pop out of the pile of wood.
"Hooooo-weeee," the old man hollered. "I'm sure glad I didn't let that one in the house!"
"Pa, I'm home from the Pacific," this Clinch Mountain boy told his father.
His father leans on his axe, and beams at his boy. "Yes you are, son. What did you do to earn all those medals on your chest?"
"Well," the Tennessee boy said. "I killed a bunch of Japanese is what I did."
"How'd you kill them?"
"Well, Pa, I shot a whole slew of them. I stabbed quite a few with my bayonet. I burned some of them with a flamethrower. And I killed a few of them with this."
He pulls a hand grenade out of his duffle bag.
"Now son, how'd you kill those Japanese with that funny looking thing?
"Like this," the young soldier replied. Then he pulled the pin and threw the grenade at the outhouse. The outhouse exploded into a pile of dirt, poop, and wood.
While the father and son marveled at the spectacle, they saw Gramps' head pop out of the pile of wood.
"Hooooo-weeee," the old man hollered. "I'm sure glad I didn't let that one in the house!"