It was World War II, and the captain was attempting to rally the GIs on the eve of a big offensive. "Out there is your enemy," said the captain. "The man who has made your life miserable all these weeks, who has been working to destroy you since you came here; the man who has been trying to kill you day after day throughout this war." Private Johnson jumped to his feet. "Oh no," he cried. "The cook's working for the Germans!"