This is how traditions are born:
A new camp commander was appointed and while inspecting the place, he saw 2 soldiers guarding a bench. He went over there and asked them why do they guard it.
"We don't know. The last commander told us to do so and so we did. It is some sort of regimental tradition."
He searched for the last commander's phone number and called him to ask why did he want guards on this particular bench.
"I don't know. The previous commander had guards and I kept the tradition."
Going back another 3 commanders, he found a now 100-year old retired General.
'Excuse me sir. I'm now the CO of your camp you commanded 60 years ago. I've found 2 men assigned to guard a bench. Could you please tell me more about the bench?'
"What? is the paint still wet?!?"
"We don't know. The last commander told us to do so and so we did. It is some sort of regimental tradition."
He searched for the last commander's phone number and called him to ask why did he want guards on this particular bench.
"I don't know. The previous commander had guards and I kept the tradition."
Going back another 3 commanders, he found a now 100-year old retired General.
'Excuse me sir. I'm now the CO of your camp you commanded 60 years ago. I've found 2 men assigned to guard a bench. Could you please tell me more about the bench?'
"What? is the paint still wet?!?"