The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the pub just outside the Naval Air Station.
A ragged old Army pilot was standing near the edge with a fishing rod, his line in the puddle.
A curious young Navy fighter pilot came by and asked what he was doing.
'Fishing,' the old guy simply said.
'Poor old fool,' the Navy fighter jock thought, so he invited the ragged old pilot into the pub and bought him a drink.
As he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whiskey, the cocky young fighter pilot asked, "So, how many have you caught today?'
'You're the eighth,' the old Army pilot answered.
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