Misguided

As he trained troops at Fort Dix, New Jersey, my brother-in-law noticed that one medic was hopeless on the firing range.

"You better learn how to fire your weapon," he told her. "All soldiers have to qualify on the range before we can send them to Iraq."

The medic was relieved. "Then it’s okay," she said. "I’m not going to Iraq. I’m going to Baghdad."