Here’s another amusing anecdote about Marshalls. Not long after he’d been promoted to the rank of Field Marshall, Montgomery was in a military car being driven through the British countryside to an appointment of some sort. He noticed a little boy walking along the side of the road, told his driver to stop and offered to give the boy a lift. After the boy got in and the car got underway, Monty asked the boy if he knew who he was. The boy said no. Monty (whose ego was rather large) said, “Let me give you a hint… I’m a Field Marshall.” The little boy said, “My father works in the field too – he’s a farmer.” The boy then asked the rather deflated Montgomery, “What does a Field Marshall do?” Monty answered, “Well, I kill people.” The astonished boy said, “Do you really?” “Yes,” said Montgomery." “How many people have you killed?” asked the boy. “Oh, thousands,” Monty said cheerfully. The little boy said, “Oh.” Then after a moment he added, “May I please get out now?”