Shot
One day, a sergeant of long service standing was trying to teach a bunch of raw recruits how to handle the rifle.
The rookies were firing hither and thither and finally one of them shot the sarge in the seat of his breeches.
"You dumb, censored, son of censored, censored, censored," screamed the sarge.
A second lieutenant that was with the group cautioned, "Remember, Sarge, you're in the New Army. No profanities."
The sergeant apologized to the officer and turned back to the recruit.
"My goodness gracious," he said, "What on earth was your motivation in shooting me with unwarranted expenditure of valuable ammunition?"