This Is Why We Have Warnings
An army squad is deep in the jungle. The Sergeant Major calls the men together for a serious briefing.
“Right, lads—couple things you need to know.
First, the local women. Lovely, charming, irresistible. Don’t even think about it. They carry diseases that’ll make you regret everything.
Second, the water. Looks fine—but it’s crawling with the Ju-Ju worm. One sip and it’ll have you squirming in places you didn’t know could squirm.
And third, the snake. It’s deadly. Black and yellow stripes. If you see it, you can try to grab its tail, run your hand up to the head, and smack it before it strikes.
Got it? Good. On your way.”
Two weeks later, the Sergeant Major visits the field hospital. Three soldiers are laid up.
He walks over to the first one.
“What happened to you, soldier?”
“Sir, I met a local girl... She was beautiful... Now I’ve got the pox.”
“Didn’t I warn you, lad?”
Next bed.
“You?”
“Water, Sarge. Couldn’t take it anymore. That worm’s still doing laps.”
The Sergeant sighs and moves to the last bed. The poor soul is wrapped head to toe in bandages.
“Don’t tell me… the snake?”
The soldier groans, “Thought I had it, Sarge... black and yellow, just like you said. I grabbed the tail, ran my hand up, and next thing I know—I’m staring eye to eye with a very angry Bengal tiger.”
