I visited a U.S. Navy recruiter on my 17th birthday in 1969.
The recruiter, a tough, old chief petty officer, asked me if I could swim.
“Why, aren’t there enough ships?”
The recruiter then asked me if I would be interested in submarine duty.
“Hell, no. I ain’t getting on any ship that sinks on purpose.”
The exasperated recruiter then asked me why I wanted to join the Navy.
“Well, my uncle thought my joining the Navy would be a good idea.”
“What does your uncle do for a living?” the recruiter asked.
“He’s in the Army.”