No Shit

I was sitting on the steps, outside the parachute packing shack at Fort Benning, smoking a cigarette.
Sergeant Dewberry walked outside and asked if I had a light.
I tossed him my lighter.
He lit his cigarette and tossed it back.
“Nice day,” he said.
I agreed.
“You don’t get it Johnson,” he said.
"What?” I asked.
“If you can’t make it in the Army you can’t make it anywhere,” he said.