OC's OrdersThats no cadet, that's one of Glasgow's finest - bred small like terriers, and boy can they fight.
Company Commander: "So what did you do next Mc****?
Private Mc****: "Well sur...seein' a had nae ither option a wis oot wi' the blue gillette and let him hae it across the coupon!"
Company Commander: "Remanded for Commanding Officer's Orders...March him out Sarn't Major!"
Company Commander: Door slams shut...(soto voce) "Thank G*d the little bugger's on our side!"