Army / ABF day on Soutsea Common a few weeks ago, I hooked up and sank a freezer full of beers with a couple of lads from 3 Para, and a shifty looking type from 2!! You know who you are. After about 10 hours in the hottest sun this side of Sangin and about ten tins of brew for a 'non'drinker', an oldish boy in his fifties turned up. Bear-chested, mustachioed and with 'red-beret' tatts all over his arms. We took him in in the spirit of friendship but, after two mins he started going on about black ops, the SAS out in Ulster and the fact he'd just got back from Stan where he'd killed hundreds..... The lad from 3 (you know who you are) took all this in a light hearted way but I lost the plot. I gripped him by the throat and told him to slink his walting arse out of Portsmouth before I bit his cock off and fried it. He did so, never to be seen again. Later, ,many, many, many beers later, lad from 3 Para and I came face to face over this. He called me a bullying cnut and gripped me. At a foot taller than me i decided discretion was the better part of valour and apologised, we went our seperate ways and I'm really sorry for this as he was a good lad. Was I a cnut? Was I justified? I never hit him, never hurt him and, since he was about a fooot taller than me and just back from the SAS, could I have bullied him? I'm pretty confused on this one. Alcohol was the main theme of the day so maybe I was just being a cock?