Once the mouse of freedom met the military lion who had been sent often into war.

The lion pitied the tiny mouse and laughed in the face he wore.

Out of my way, you insignificant mite,

and bother me no more.

But the mouse, he grinned, and asked the lion the names of each of the badges he proudly wore...and, what were they given for.

The lion straightened up, puffed out his chest and let go a mighty roar.

Oh, said the mouse, for sounding off, is that what all that brass is for?

And the lion was angry and blew a whistle that called forth the entire corps.

For one small mouse? Is that bravery you salute? All dressed in a look alike suit? Why you polish your boots to march off a lost ghost among troops? To wage one more war without asking what for? Is that bravery you salute?