LOL...it wasn’t my head wiggling, it was my Springfield rifle. We were all standing at attention with our rifles after performing a “Right Shoulder...Arms!
Looking down the line, all the weapons must have been stock still but mine...I don’t remember why, but perhaps I didn’t get the rifle in the right place and did a minute adjustment or something, which made me stick out like a sore thumb (I guess)
Anyway, I heard him coming, and had no idea he was coming for me.
I heard a fast “pup pup pup pup pup pup pup” of his running feet, then nearly saw stars when he kicked me in the ass really hard (enough to almost lift me in the air) and then he grabbed my rifle and slammed it against the side of my head while he told me that is where it should have been, not wiggling around.
Or something like that...:(
A similar thing didn’t happen to me; but to the guy a few down from me in line.
Well; we were supposed to be in line; but this fella must have been slightly out of alignment.
As we stood there, in the near darkness before breakfast chow, the running you mentioned happened and a lowered shoulder got in the poor fellow’s way as he was knocked in to the drainage ditch along the road behind us.
Never did see his face to know who it was!