The old man spoke directly to the uniforms, "Well, gentlemen, are you satisfied?"
They were satisfied, all right. They were stunned. They were probably visualizing a stalled tank retriever, a stalled 6x6.
"Thank you, Mr. Miller. Thank you very much." My grin was wide, as I started for the door.
"But I think that it is only fair, before you go, for me to tell you one thing."
With my hand on the knob, I laughed at him. "You mean that there isn't any Santa Claus?"
The corners of his mouth went up. "Not for you, I'm afraid. Are you insured?"
"Me? Insured? You mean the extra thirty cents I give the newsboy every week?"
"That's it. Insured. Life insurance."
I shrugged. "Sure. A couple of thousand as long as I take the papers."
"Suppose your subscription expires, or is cancelled, for certain reasons that should be obvious?" The generals stopped fidgeting and looked curiously at the old man.