I was booted from the military for not changing my cat’s litter box, aka dereliction of doody.
I was commanded to attend a top secret military party at Area 51. When I got there I received my Martian hors d’oeuvres.
Medieval trebuchets were capable of launching at ’em bombs.
You got promoted from captain to a higher rank? I bet that major day!
I was reluctant to command a regiment of stinky aliens, but I’d already been given my Martian odours.
Colonel Kurtz took a lot of measures to discipline his soldiers. In fact he spear-headed every one.
Submarine captains are paid on a fee-for-surface basis.
Dropping Fat Man and Little Boy on Hiroshima and Nagasaki was a bomb on nation.
To find WMDs in Pyongyang, Trump will look under every nuke and Koreany.
Militarization. Now that’s all arming.