Having helped prepare the annual budget for my unit of the Seventh Army Special Troops in Heidelberg, Germany, I took the report to the office of the adjutant, who signs all official papers. The adjutant was not in, but his assistant, a young lieutenant, was.

He gasped as I handed him the huge sheaf of charts, figures and explanations. “What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked.

“You have to sign it, sir.”

“Thank goodness,” he said, sighing with relief. “I thought I had to read it.”
— Timothy Quinn