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I never met a Corpsman I didn't like. All combat medics are saints when "in the s**t."
Ours were peacetime corpsmen, so a tad less loved, but still mostly well liked.
During our deployment against the 'Ndrangheta mafia, we had a doctor with our unit, who had frequent nightmares and was also a sleepwalker.
One night I came back with an Alpino who needed attention (he hadn't been taking a poo for a couple weeks, since he was disgusted by our latrines. We were working to improve them still, it was at the very beginning of the adventure). It was about half past four in the morning, we had deposited our weapons in the armory after checking them and so I took the constipated guy to the infirmary. Surprisingly, everybody was up...
The Doc very embarassed and the corpsmen kind of like cats hit by a car's lights in the night: eyes like this, spooked. They told me the Doc had just jumped down from his bed shouting like a devil "damned Charlies!!! I'll kill y'all!!! TATATATATATATA". He had seen Platoon and was dreaming of being in Nam. I had such a lough... Then I brought them a bottle of Grappa and everything was fine. And I could have asked them anything after that.
The constipated guy, the night after, asked to please allow him to sit behind the parapet. His legs were hurting. He had spent more than five hours on our "Turkish toilet" after the Doc gave him his "cure". The Turkish toilet is without a seat, you have to squat over it:rofl:
Fond memories...
We call them 'ops medics'. Same idea, the man who is going to keep you alive until the docs can make sure of it.
This is the type of crapper:madsmile:
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