The Scene: Viet-Nam, 1st Cavalry, nailing up some quick and dirty forgotten piece of small hootch construction out of the ubiquitous artillery crates -- our major source of fresh lumber.

The Chaplain: (swinging a vigorous hammer, slips and hits his thumb, hard, collapses in agony and squeals): Sergeant, would you say a few words?
Sergeant: G*D-D**N S*N-OF-A-B**CHING BAS***D M***ERF**KER
Chaplain: Ah, thank you Sergeant thank you -- it really does seem to help, doesn't it?