A squad of soldiers in the desert have nothing to eat, the sergeant looks at his map and calls a private over. “Ok private, I have a top secret mission for you. According to this map there is a bacon tree 10 miles north of our position. I order you to bring back the bacon tree, so we can all have bacon sandwiches and go on to win this damned war." The private scratches his head, “A bacon tree sir? Are you sure about that?” “Yes private, a bacon tree. No more questions! Off you go!"
The private vanishes over the horizon on his critical mission. Night falls, morning comes, no sign of the private. The squad are getting really hungry, but they have water left. Night falls, morning comes, again still no sign of the private. The seargent does his best to rally his hungry troops, but it’s a difficult task. They may have to retreat and leave the desert for the enemy. Again night falls, morning comes and still no sign of the private.
The seargent is just about to give the retreat order when a figure is spotted on the horizon. "IT'S THE PRIVATE!" But something is wrong, as the private staggers towards the camp the seargent can see that he is covered in bullet holes, knives sticking out of his back, an arrow in his leg, and he's been beaten black and blue. The seargent runs over and says, “Private where is the bacon tree??” the private replies, “I’m sorry sarge, but your map is wrong. . . It was a ham bush!"
