It was during the World War II. The army transport was several days out of New York, and running without lights in the submarine zone.
Some of the fellows were having a little sociable game of poker. In the midst of some friendly kicking and re-kicking, there was a mighty impact against the boat.
All was quiet for a moment and then a voice rang out: “We Are Torpedoed!”
All the card players but one jumped to their feet.
“Hold on, fellows !” shouted the one who remained seated. “You cannot leave me now, I’ve got four Aces !!!”