I think we need a funny war story.
I was alone on an assignment to supply communications to the first Marine Division.
I stopped at their HQ for a few good men. The old man said, bring my Marines back in one piece or I will have you’re a$$. I asked if he could throw a corpsman (medic) in the deal. He answered with a hard no.
We got to our closest point we could drive to. I grabbed a heavy spool of dumbbell wirings and off we went laying wire the whole way.
We came upon a huge rice paddy. We had to cross it. Half way across the VC was shooting at us and the bullets would splash in the water around us. I said that when we get out of the water, break off in two columns and keep your butts down and we will just blend it with the razor grass.
We got up on the bank and one marine was yelling, corpsman and that he had been hit. We had no medic. And since I had first aide I crawled to the wounded Marine. I cut up the side of his boot where all the blood was coming from. I spotted a huge leech on his ankle, then I started to laugh.
The Marine got mad. He said I just had my foot shot off and you are laughing. I then pulled the leech off of the wound and used an old rag to clean up the blood on his ankle. I used a roll of Scotch 88 tape (black electrical tape) and taped his boot back on so he could walk. When we got back, he was going to report the worst medic that he ever saw. The army switchboards light up as they were looking for that inept US Army medic. They sent our outfit a bill for one pair of combat boots. I ordered the boots and the request was denied. The signal corps could only order telephone poles.