In WWII when I was in basic infantry training at Camp Hood there was big guy know it all who was kind of strange. He would walk the length of the barracks, 2nd floor, to the shower with his towel over his shoulder. Our platoon sgt. told us youngsters to stay clear of him. I never could figure out why he was made platoon standard bearer. However, he could strut and talk.One day in the field during a grenade demo by a Lt. the Lt. asked if anyone wanted to demonstrate how throw/handle a phosphorus grenade. Along with others this guy took the stage. The Lt armed the grenade just before handing it to the guy. Instead of taking the grenade casually from the Lt. he panicked and dropped it right in front of the stand. There was hardly time or room for us to get the h-— away from that grenade. We all came out O.K. as I recall but the big guy made no respect.
LOL! Now that's a story to remember!