Tiring of C and K rations, a private first class on Guam bagged a brace of chickens, was on his way to the mess when he was intercepted by the chaplain.
"Where did you get those chickens?" asked the chaplain.
"Shot 'em, sir."
That was a slip. The chaplain was mentally thumbing the rule books as he repeated, dubiously, "Shot them, eh?" The private first class quickly amended:
"Yes, sir, shot 'em in self-defense."...