The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment:
Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories. "Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, ma'am, my daddy told a story about my Uncle Bill. Uncle Bill was a pilot in Desert Storm and his plane got hit by anti-aircraft fire. He had to bail out over enemy territory and all he had was a small flask of whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife.
He drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't fall into enemy hands and then his parachute landed right in the middle of twenty enemy troops. He shot fifteen of them with the pistol until he ran out of bullets, he killed four more with the knife, 'til the blade broke and then he killed the last one with his bare hands."
"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "What kind of moral did your daddy teach you from that terrible story?"
"Stay the heck away from Uncle Bill when he's been drinking."
From The Jim Haynes Collection