The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: 
  
Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day, the kids came back and, one by one, began to tell their stories. 

There were all the regular types of stuff: Spilled milk and pennies saved. But then the teacher realized, much to her dismay, that only Janie was left. 

"Janie, do you have a story to share?" 

'Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy. She was a Marine pilot in Desert Storm, and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife.