My friend didn’t flinch from the painful shot. He turned slowly, shook his fist in the corpsman’s face, and said, “You sonofabitch, if you want to do some bayonet practice, I’ll meet you out on the bayonet course with fixed bayonets and no scabbards on the blades, and then see what you can do.” “Doc Arrogant” looked shocked. He was speechless when he realized that the arm he had punctured so roughly wasn’t attached to a meek replacement but to a seasoned veteran. Then my friend said, “If you ever give me another shot like that, I’ll grab you by the stacking swivel and beat you down to parade
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