The generals chauffeur was late... and the general needed to be at a meeting on the other side of the base in ten minutes. The luckless private chauffeuring the jeep was going around corners on two wheels, running red lights and speeding like a maniac. The general asks the private, ""Son, do you know what the penalty is for making a general late for a meeting?"" The private, imagining firing squads, stammers ""N-no sir! I don't!"" The general replies ""Neither do I. But I bet it's a lot less than the penalty for maiming or killing one!""