More war stories (since it's the only thing that'll redeem this thread)
1996 I was in Bosnia. I was on hill 722 for awhile, and we had a Danish contingent up there. One of the Danish privates was heavily into knives, and had a fairly nice dagger he played with. I guess he was trying to be tricky and do some high-speed manipulations, and missed when he was trying to re-sheath it. I walked into the tent just in time to see my squad leader with his CLS bag patching up the little knucklehead's leg. Thanks for getting blood on our floor, asshole.