Shit happens mores the pity.
Royal and his Naked Roll mat Fighting being another case. One time when I was a young lad of 18 in 40CDORM this pissed up owd sicko thought it would be a laff to try it on with me when I was in me pit with a bad dose of flu. He was none to popular with most of us, NCO's included. When the rest of the lads in the block heard the screams they all came running into my grot. There on the floor was the sicko with one broken collarbone, various cracked ribs and a rather nasty gash on his forehead.
I'd woke up and sussed the sicko trying to give me a wa*k and a blowjob. Next to my pit was me bedside locker with a steam iron sat on top. After the event I had to buy another steam iron as mine was well past it's sell by date as was the sicko. Who, after spending a few weeks in the nearest hospital was court martialed, given a dishon discharge from the Corps and then spend two years in Colchester Nick. After this most guys had more time for me. At the time I looked about 15 years of age and was known by all as
SKIN. Sounds terrible but me nearly killing the sicko gained me the respect of my fellow Marines.
A few years later I was attached to the Prince of Wales Own (the POWS) during their time as ACE mobile force Northern Flank. We were teaching them M&AW training. Our det consisted of a few ML's and MSI's from various Bootneck units. One night they had an "initation night" in Norway. Christ Knows why as none of them had ever been to Norway before so just what was the "Initation" all about?

Long story short, us Bootnecks nipped it in the bud as to be honest it was so bloody childish and bloody dangerous to boot.
Alas most of these things start due to guys having far to much ale and stuff.
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