[theirjustdue]

"I recall the Navy using those pressure guns. If you flinched, it would cut, instead of inject, and since pushups were required after shot call, the image of blood, dripping off knuckles, is still seared, seared, into my brain..."

It's still seared there alright, but to be honest, I haven't thought about about that in over 50 years. You never knew where or when they would be waiting to zap you. Came out of the dental exam bldg., after some rushed "assembly line" dental work and there they were waiting with their guns. Semper Fi

[jonascord]

It’s “seared, seared”, just like John Kerry’s imaginary trip to Cambodia, in a PBR. Mine, however, actually happened. But, I didn’t marry the Ketchup Queen...