The sound of small arms fire, who could forget it?

So I’m laying on my bunk in the hootch, my crutches leaning up against my locker. I f’ed up my left leg and would be on crutches for 2 weeks or so. All of a sudden I hear this tap-tap-tap above my head. Someone yells “Incoming” and I’m up, on my crutches heading down the wooden plank path between the hootches heading for a bunker. My crutch gets caught in a f’ing knot hole in a plank and I’m flying thru the air straight into a banana plant. I figure I’m dead now and then I hear snickering and out and out laughing. My “friends” had tossed some rocks onto the corrugated tin roof and then yelled “Incoming.”

So being the battle hardened vet I am, I can feel for the GI in the cartoon!