Hope this doesn't give you the wrong impression of me but guess I've got to tell my real life bayonet story. I was on the bayonet course in infantry training down at Fort Jackson S.C. in August 1967 when the company drill sergeant took a dislike to the way i was looking at him after a stupid comment of his. He proceeded to hit me with his helmet liner knocking off my glasses and skinning up the bridge of my nose pretty good. Without thinking as we'd been taught I gave him an automatic horizontal butt stroke to the head (missed but caught him on the shoulder) and then stooped down to pick up my glasses (when you're half blind your glasses become real important). Looked up and there he came again so realizing I was in deep doo doo backed up to the nearest tree and assumed the position. Everybody's yelling and running at me but guess when they saw the bayonet they had second thoughts. Luckily the good guy captain showed up, got me and everyone else calmed down, and invited me to the orderly room when we got back to the company area. Thought I was still in trouble but to my surprise the drill sergeant was there and proceeded to apologize and there was never anything said about it again and nothing on my record. Scary when you think how your mindset can change over the course of a few months turning you into something you never thought you could be. I remember the drill sergeant's chant on the bayonet course - "What's the spirit of the bayonet?" ("To kill") What are you?" ("Killers")! It was a close thing for a couple of minutes!