A joke about "Change"

In the days of the old French foreign legion, a platoon was out on patrol in the desert of French North Africa for some number of weeks. The mens' uniforms were all filthy and smelling; water was on half rations. Things were bad and morale was crumbling.

Finally, one morning, the commandant announces to the men: "I have good news gentlemen. Today we have a change of uniforms!"

The men were, of course thrilled, and there was a fair bit of celebrating. Until one Legionnaire asked "Where are the uniforms, Commandant?"

"Ah! Francois, you change with Marcel. Marcel, you change with Henrique, Henrique, you change with...."

President Elect Obama ... we will be getting change all right. Or will we?