Birds in the Squirrel Feeder

There was a wonderful book I had in my possession a number of years ago called "Birds in the Squirrel Feeder". It was a strange little volume filled with memories, stories and (most likely) lies which a retired military man had published concerning his years in the Army. I'm sure it was from a vanity press, and never made a splash at any book stores.
But it was brilliant. There was something very approachable about the man's writing that stayed with me. Every little snippet of memory had a purpose. Most were to make you laugh, but other passages revealed deeper truths.

The one I was thinking of today centered around a time when the man had just been assigned to a new Army base. This was not a base he'd served at before, and so he didn't know any of the personalities in the hierarchy of the command structure. So before he settled in, he asked another man who was the same rank as himself if there was anyone he should look out for.
"Absolutely," the man said. "Captain A is a stand up guy, no one has a problem with him. He puts up quietly with slackers. But keep an eye out for Captain B. He's a hard case and will jump down your throat over the slightest infraction."
As good as this advise was, the author promptly mixed up the two names. And as a result, never had a problem.