No qualms. Or at least there shouldn’t be.

THEY WERE DOING medical examinations for army entry and a man came in with one leg nine inches shorter than the other.

The Medical Officer said, ‘Yes, fine. You’re in.’ ‘Wait a minute,’ said the man. ‘I’ve got one leg nine inches shorter than the other.’

‘Don’t worry,’ said the M.O. ‘Where you’re going, the ground won’t be level.’

See what I mean?

AND, Oh, here’s something else…

AN OLD SOLDIER was telling a rather bored young man about his military ancestry. ‘Do you know, my great-grandfather fought with Wellington in 1810, my grandfather fought with Redvers Buller in 1870, my father fought with Kitchener in 1916, and I fought with Monty in 1942.’

‘Oh dear,’ the young man drawled, ‘your family doesn’t seem to have been able to get along with anyone.’

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