A Regimental Sergeant Major (RSM, a fearsome army character with a Stentorian voice) is drilling some recruits on the parade ground when he gets a message that the mother of one of them has died.
(RSM) “SMITH, YOUR MOTHER’S DEAD!” Smith drops down in a dead faint.
The RSM’s superior officer takes him on one side afterwards and tells him he should be a bit more tactful about such things.
(RSM) “YES, SIR, I WILL BE”
A week later a similar event occurs.
(RSM, on the parade ground) “ALL THOSE WITH MOTHERS, TWO STEPS FORWARD!”
“JONES, WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?”
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