The hostess at a party rendered a song under title "Oh, My Brave Soldier."
She was touched to notice a white-haired man bow his head and weep quietly as
the last notes floated over the room.
As soon as she could, she went over to him and said: "Pardon me, you probably
were a soldier yourself."
"No, madam," said the elderly man, frisking away a tear, "I am
a musician."