When I was in Army Basic Training at Ft. Lewis, we had two guys in our platoon that couldn't do anything right. One day they gave the both of them a GI shower which included scouring powder and stiff bristled scrub brushes on their naked bodies. They were helpless because each was held down by several guys and scrubbed without water until their skin was red and bleeding.
Later, while were were spit shinning our boots this one mean mean mean son of a bitch made a nasty comment that instantly set me off. Now, I didn't like this guy from the get go because he lived in Eastern Washington hated rock and roll and loved country western which I didn't particularly care for. His wife loved rock and roll and would play it while he was at work. So, as he told it, he came home one day to find a rock and roll record on the record player. He grabbed the record and broke it into pieces and then replaced it with one of his country western records.
So, some of the guys said these two timid guys were not doing what they were supposed to be doing physically. This held our overall score down which we were tied with another platoon for best platoon in the battalion. So, the mean SOB said they should give the two another GI shower. I said, oh, why don't you leave him alone. He blurted out that they could do the same to me. That was a very big mistake on his part. I said if he tried I'd take my entrenching tool (Army personal shovel) and chop his hand off. I meant the business when I said it and he picked up on that. His head and eyes turned directly at the boots he was shinning and he never said another word to me nor did those two sad sacks ever get another GI shower.
I use to be a little wild but you really had to do something bad to piss me off. I didn't care about pranks and even turned down an invitation to fight.
Another time, I caught an asshole in my bed preparing to join my now ex wife. I chased him out of our duplex intending to seriously hurt him. As I ran him down in our back yard, he started begging me not to hurt him. He slipped and fell on his back on the lawn late at night. He was curled up like a beetle with his knees chugging back and forth begging me not to hurt him. He cried and had tears in his eyes. When I got to him I grabbed him by the hair and tilted his head back so I could start whaling on his nose and face. I couldn't hurt a man begging for me not to hurt him. I grabbed him by the seat of his pants with one hand and by the hair on his head with the other hand and walked him back to his car. I put my foot on his ass ans shoved him in the car. Then, I told him if I ever heard his name, even if spoken by mistake, I was gonna come and find him and really hurt him. Later, I found out he was driving a stolen car and that he was a professional bank robber who used a gun robbing banks in Ohio and spending the loot in Oregon. He also had done time in the pen. I regret that I never broke his nose.