This happened at Deal in the old gym, and could be very intimidating, so it was not unusual, anticipating what was about to happen, to come to a loose agreement amongst the troop not to kill each other. Day of the race found us in a circle in the gym. I was pinged and faced 'Jock' Coyle (he was the ghastly pale character who went down with Hypothermia in that training film of the mid '70s) I nudged him, he nudged me and then the twat hit me. I don't remember much after that until I was hauled off him. So much for power sharing agreements!
I can remember (1947) the whole squad being put into the boxing ring and the last left standing was the winner? Me I was always first out.the winner was a Giant who's nickname was mighty Joe Young',I do think that little game was discontinued due to the ammount of Blood being donated?.Aye JR.PS The Giant who shall be nameless,was Sh*t scared of creepy crawlies, and while in Hong Kong we served together his greatest delight was to reach for a smoke first thing in the morning,cigarette,then match box all was well untill one morning I replaced the Matches with the biggest creepie crawlie I could find,the yell could be heard all around the barracks,and boy did I run?. 
He joined 41 at the same time I did and completely blanked me, can't think why. Phoned Nurse an hour later, conversation went, "You sound blocked up", "I've bin bhochsing", "What", "I toldh yoothath Ith bin bochthingth, musth go, I'm bleedinth all over phrone!" 
