Shooting the breeze down at the Veteran's hospital, a trio of old timers ran out of tales of their own heroic exploits and started bragging about their ancestors.

"My great grandfather, at age 13," one declared proudly, "was a drummer boy at Shiloh."
      
"Mine," boasted another, "went down with Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn."
      
"I'm the only soldier in my family," confessed vet number three, "but if my great grandfather was living today he'd be the most famous man in the world."
      
"What'd he do?" his friends wanted to know.
      
"Nothing much. But he would be a hundred 165 years old."