Holy cow!
Neo,
I had managed to shove that memory right to the back of my mind. I was looking for cooties for a week after that one! Foxy Grandpa!
The funny part was that I was not that chafed. It was a Brit who made the big fuss on my behalf.
I think he wanted the man paraded at dawn to the beats of a muffled drum to have his offending member's member painted with Gentian Violet and then to have his epaulettes ripped off. A letter went out in my name to all ships at sea stating my degree of high moral outrage, as if I needed to look like an even bigger charlie than I already was.
I ended up suffering more than the guilty party and here you are reminding me. Thanks a lot! Now all those helicopter pilots are going to be laughing at me; life is so unfair!