A group of Finnish soldiers in snowsuits manning a heavy machine gun in a foxhole.

image: Wikipedia

“Sergeant, it’s freezing out here and I’m hungry,” Private Wilson moaned.

“Anybody else have something to gripe about?” the NCO inquired.

“I can’t feel my toes,” Andrews piped in.

“And we’re going to run out of bullets soon,” Hawkins added.

“Good,” said the sergeant. “Wilson, Andrews, and Hawkins, you’re going to run back to camp and bring us some food and ammo.  It will keep you warm, and gets us supplied and fed.  Necessity can be a mother sometimes.”

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