The Marine, the Paratrooper, and the Bottle of Rum
Late one night, a Marine is driving from North Carolina to D.C., while an Army paratrooper is driving the opposite way.
The highway is empty—until crash!—they hit each other head-on and both cars go flying.
The Marine crawls out of the wreck, looks at his twisted car, and says:
"Man, I’m lucky to be alive!"
The paratrooper stumbles out, looks at the mess, and mutters:
"I can’t believe I survived this!"
The Marine walks over and says:
"Buddy, maybe this is a sign from God. Instead of rivals, we should bury the hatchet and be friends."
The paratrooper nods:
"You’re right. From this day forward—friends."
The Marine grins:
"Let’s see what else survived the wreck."
He pops open his trunk and pulls out a full, unopened bottle of rum.
"Another sign from God! Let’s toast to our new friendship!"
The paratrooper, thrilled, grabs the bottle and starts guzzling it down. After nearly half the bottle, he hands it back.
"That was good. Your turn!"
The Marine calmly screws the cap back on and says:
"Nahh… I’ll wait for the cops to arrive."
