Back when a certain young man was first learning to drive a floor buffer in the battalion mess at Benning, a Sgt Major and CWO4 came over to offer all kinds of close order suggestions.
While The CWO4 was barking in my left ear I once again triggered the buffer, the handle escaped my grasp.
It drilled him perfectly deadcenter in the chiefest part of the CWO. All you heard was the air come out of his lungs and a dull thud on the floor. The Sgt Major helped him up, neither spoke another word and simply left.