Young war hero came home. He walked into the kitchen, where his mother was preparing the meal. "Hi Mom, I'm home from the war." says he. "Well, that's nice." says she. "Guess what, Mom - I'm a war hero. I saved my platoon with the toss of a single hand grenade." He pulled a grenade from his pocket and put a finger into the ring, "Wanna see?" he asked. "Well now," said she "why don't you just go into the field and show your father." He found his father plowing the field behind the house. "Hi Dad, I'm home from the war, Dad." said the young hero. "Hi son, we've all missed you." answered the father. "I'm a hero." said the boy, "I saved my platoon with the toss of a single grenade." "That's my boy." "Wanna see how I did it?" asked the boy. He pulled the grenade popped the pin and tossed it at the out house, which shot up through a cloud of dirt and turf; banked toward the house like a rocket trailing a plume of jet exhaust; and landed on its side in the back yard. "I wish you hadn't done that, son." said the father, "Your grandma was in there." They trotted from the field as the mother ran from the kitchen. The men found the door, extricated the elderly matron, and delivered her into the mother's care. As she helped her mother up the steps into the kitchen, the matron whispered into her daughter's ear: "Sure glad I didn't let that one in the house."
