The only vivid story I recall. He talked about when they were stationed at an outpost. The supplies would be stacked up in a central area and he was getting the rations for his men. There was an explosion and everyone thought they were being shelled.
However, it turned out that one of the other Sergeants was wearing a grenade on his vest. The pin caught on something and pulled out without him noticing.
They had to spend the next few days taping down the pins on all the grenades to avoid another accident.
I saw a Plymouth Superbird a couple years ago that had “original damage”. It looked like it had been stolen and taken on a joyride. No straight body panels, scratches everywhere.
The story went that some kid got drafted and figured he was never coming home so he spent his life savings on the fastest car he could and tried to have as much fun as possible.
I assume it is a similar state of mind to a terminal medical diagnosis.
The company supplied us with kevlar gloves.
He took a drywall knife, and with all his might, propelled the knife into his hand.
He was know as Kevlar Ken from then on.