Getting Out
During a field exercise at Camp Lejeune, N.C., my squad was on a night patrol through some thick brush. Halfway through, we realized we’d lost our map. The patrol navigator informed us, “Our odds are 1 in 360 that we’ll get out of here.”
“How did you come up with that?” someone asked.
“Well,” he replied, “one of the degrees on the compass has to be right.”