In the darkest part of the night, a ships captain cautiously piloted his warship through the fog-shrouded waters. With straining eyes he scanned the
hazy darkness, searching for dangers lurking just out of sight.
Then His worst fears were realised when he saw a bright light straight ahead. It appeared to be a vessel on a collision course with his ship. To avert
disaster he quickly radioed the oncoming vessel.
"This is Captain Jeremiah Smith," his voice crackled over the radio. "Please alter your course 10 degrees south! Over."
To the captains amazement, the foggy image did not move. Instead, he heard back on the radio, "Captain Smith. This is Private Thomas Johnson. please
alter your course 10 degrees north! Over."
Appalled at the audacity of the message, the captain shouted back over the radio, "Private Johnson, this is Captain Smith, and I order you to
immediately alter your course 10 degree south! Over."
A second time the oncoming light did not budge. "With all due respect Captain Smith," came the privates voice again, "I order you to alter your course
immediately 10 degrees north! Over."
Angered and frustrated that this impudent sailor would endanger the lives of his men and crew, the captain growled back over the radio, "Private
Johnson. I can have you court-marshalled for this! For the last time, I command you on the authority of the United States government to alter your
course 10 degrees to the South! I am a battleship!"
The privates final transmission was chilling: "Captain Smith, sir. Once again with all due respect, I command you to alter your course 10 degrees to
the North! I am a lighthouse!"
edit on 30-4-2013 by AthlonSavage because: (no reason given)