New Zealander, just in from trek, passing, pipe in mouth, by a
young officer just out.
_Officer_ (stopping New Zealander): "Do you know who I am?"
_N.Z._ (removing pipe): "No."
_Officer_: "I am an officer!"
_N.Z._: "Oh."
_Officer_: "I--am--an--officer!"
_N.Z._: "Well, take an old soldier's advice and don't get drunk
and lose your commission."
_Officer_: "D---- you. Don't you salute an officer when you see
one?"
_N.Z._ (very calmly): "D---- and dot you! It's seldom we salute
our own officers, so it isn't likely we'd salute you."
_Officer_: "Confound it. If you couldn't stand discipline, what
did you come out here for?"
_N.Z._: "To fight."
_Officer_ (moving on): "I suppose you are one of those damned
Colonials."