At the Towers in the 60s, we were doing the Assistant Commandant's Review on the Junior Mess parade ground. While doing a 'right dress' prior to marching on, one cadet snapped his left hand smartly to his side and impaled it on the next cadet's No 4 rifle bayonet. Despite the obvious pain and discomfort, he didn't dare say a word and, squeezing his fist tightly, completed the parade with his leather glove helping to staunch the flow of blood. After marching off he attracted the sergeant's attention and told him that he felt faint. The sergeant strutted over, looked briefly at the dripping limb, examined the blood-stained rifle minutely and shouted 'Flight Cadet Xxxxx, put yourself on a charge for dirtying Her Majesty's property!'