The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the bar just outside the Air Force Base. A ragged old Marine Corp Aviator, wearing his Winged ball cap, was standing near the edge with a fishing rod, his line in the puddle. A curious 2nd Lt fighter pilot stopped and asked what he was doing. "Fishing," the old guy simply said. "Poor old fool," the Air Force officer thought as he invited the old Marine Aviator in for a drink. As he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whiskey, the haughty fighter pilot asked, "And how many have you caught?" The old Marine Aviator answered, "You're the eighth one today!"