Uniformed American Soldier, with both hands wrapped in bandages up to his forearms, walks into the Men's room at the Airport. Looks around, sadly, holding his bandaged hands upright. Makes eye contact with this Gentleman, and says; "Sir, can you help me out? I'm about to bust!" Gentleman thinks to himself; I didn't have to go to War, and this Soldier was over there fighting for my Freedom. So, the Gentleman says: "Sure, son, I'll help you out." So he assists the Soldier in relieving himself, looks up, and asks, "What happened, Son, Scrapnel?" Soldier says, "No Sir. Syphilis. I never touch it!" Later--HUBBARD