(I've heard this story several times, but I'm damned if I can remember who these Generals were. Nevertheless, here goes:)
Two Generals of the Napoleanic era were watching a battle from a nearby bluff. Suddenly, a stray bullet struck one of them in the shoulder. Without an instants' pause, he turned to his aide - "Fetch me my red jacket," he commanded. As the aide rushed to comply, he turned to the other General, and explained that he didn't want the men to be demoralized by knowing he was wounded.
The other General was clearly impressed. At that moment, a cannonball shrieked between them, the wind from its' passing rocking them both back on their heels. After a moment, the second General turned to his aide, and ordered, "Fetch me my brown trousers ... "