My high school graduating class (late 1950s) has a web master who circulates various fun stuff to the 60 or so (out of 100) of us who still live. This brief, salty story showed up today.
A Russian soldier ran up to a nun. Out of breath he asked, “Please, may I hide under your skirt, I'll explain later.”
The nun agreed. A moment later, two military police ran up and asked: “Sister, have you seen a soldier?”
The nun replied, “He went that way.”
After the military police ran off, the soldier crawled out from under her skirt and said, “I can' thank you enough, Sister, You see, I don't want to go to Ukraine.”
The nun said, “I understand completely.”
The soldier added, “I hope I'm not rude, but you have a great pair of legs!”
The nun replied, “If you had looked a little higher, you would've seen a great pair of balls too. I don't want to go to Ukraine, either."
Many of us felt this way about going to ‘Nam. I can name at least one child, born to a classmate, whose timing, if not actual existence, was due to draft-avoidance.
