I remember back during the dot.com boom, it was tough to recruit enough young folks into the Air Force. As a Senior NCO, I was sent to a local county fair in Texas, to help man a recruiting booth. Well, right away, the first morning, two strapping young Texan boys stepped up to the booth, and we started talking. I asked the young man who appeared the younger of the two "What do you do?" "Pilot" he said. "Well that's just excellent!" I said, as I turned to the airman helping man the booth and told him to sign this Texan up ASAP. I looked at the other, and asked him the same question. "And what do you do?" "I chop it!" he beamed, as proud as a peacock. "Chop what?" I asked. "Wood!" he exclaimed. "Well," I said to him, "We don't really need any wood choppers in the Air Force, but my sincere thanks for your interest." "Well ya'll won't be needin' my brother then, neither," he drawled. "And why is that?" I asked. "He won't be a pilin' nothin till I gets done choppin' it!"