On my second tour worked for a Captain that had been given a battlefield commission in WWII. They had lost his paperwork, so somehow he could not get promoted. He was a tough guy. He had known our commander, Lieutenant Colonel, from years earlier. He used to come in mornings, jacket unbuttoned, hat cocked on his head, enter the commander's office, and say, "How's it going baldy", then come upstairs. Nothing was ever said about this. When he retired, he did retire as a Major. Forget his enlisted rank, but if you want to see his photo it appeared on the cover of Life magazine, on a troop ship, loaded down with equipment, on the way to Europe and war.
Knew two cooks in our company, on my first tour. They had been buddies in WWII, infantry. They both claimed that one of them had been shot six times by a sniper. He would pop his head up from behind a long, just far enough to peek over, and the sniper would shoot him in the forehead. The bullets would travel under the skin, over the top of the skull, and come out the back. Six times. The reason I think this is true is because they never said, "No s###, this really happened", or "Once upon a time".
"It ain't what you're told, it's what you know." - Granny Weatherwax
Fawkahwe tribal police SWAT Team
Some days, the supply of available curse words is insufficient to meet my demands.
.....Call me a craftsman, artisan, or artistic, and I will accept that. Call me an artist and you will likely get a quite rude comment in return. I am not a @#$%ing artist.