I am the son of a career Marine; WWII, China, Korea, and Vietnam.
When he got back from Vietnam at El Toro (they couldn’t land at LAX as people were spitting on returning troops) he stepped off the plane, gave mom a big hug and kiss, hugged me, held me at arms length, looked into my eyes and said “If I ever see you walking and you step first with your left foot, I. Am. Breaking. Your. Leg!”
Pussy.