This happened back in the early 1970s when I was a corporal in the Marines.
A couple of other jarheads and I were playing with our pocketknives in the shop one day. We worked in avionics/electrics on planes, and those knives came in handy while doing electrical work. Believe it or not, my forty-year-old son still keeps that knife with his “special” tools.
We’d taken turns sharpening the blades and I got a little careless. I put a clean slice in a thumb, but I didn’t think it was bad enough to seek professional medical help. Gunny had other ideas.
Gunny: “With that much blood, go to sickbay.”
This was Wednesday afternoon, a while before we were off work.
I headed over to sickbay and the corpsman there was a third-class medic, the same rank as me but he was in the Navy. He looked at it pretty closely.
Corpsman: “Hang on.”
He came back in a minute.
Corpsman: “Look, you don’t really need stitches, but it could stand ‘em. We’ve got a guy who’s never stitched up a real person and this would be the perfect first time for it. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”
I didn’t even think about it.
Me: “Nah, I don’t mind. Everybody starts somewhere. He’ll never forget me. What did he put practice stitches in?”
Corpsman: “Uh… shaved dead goats.”
Me: *Laughing* “Okay, let’s move him up to humans.”
It took a few minutes to get all the stuff ready. As the new guy was anesthetizing my thumb, I suggested:
Me: “Do it like you did the dead goats, just like they taught you.”
He laughed a bit.
New Guy: “All the goats recovered completely and now live on a farm in Nebraska.”
As the new guy put four stitches in my thumb, a thought occurred to me.
Me: “Look, I don’t mind being a live guinea pig, but is there anything in this for me?”
Corpsman: “Let me go talk to my lieutenant.”
A Navy lieutenant is an O-3, the same as a Marine captain.
He came back in time for everything to be about wrapped up and asked:
Corpsman: “You got duty or anything this weekend?”
Me: “No, a regular weekend off for me.”
The new medic finished the bandage on my thumb quite nicely while we talked.
The corpsman handed me a piece of paper.
Corpsman: “Okay, here’s a ‘no-duty’ chit for four days: tomorrow, Friday, and then the weekend. It has you returning to ‘light duty’ on Monday, and then nothing strenuous until we take the stitches out in ten days. You just got yourself a four-day weekend!”
Oh, yeah.
We yukked it up a bit more and I left.
When I got back to the shop, Gunny was still there, I guess waiting for an update. I showed him my no-duty/light-duty chit, and he kind of lost it.
Gunny: “What?! Four days off for that little cut? Don’t leave yet.”
He proceeded to call up Medical.
This was a long time ago, and all we had was an old clunker of a military shop phone. It was that heavy black plastic, and if there wasn’t much noise around, you could easily hear it from several feet away. I heard everything clearly.
Gunny: “Yeah, this is [Gunny]. I have a corporal here who just got a few stitches and I need to know why he’s getting four days off.”
Person On The Phone: “Hang on, Gunny.”
After a minute:
Lieutenant: “This is Lieutenant Doctor [Lieutenant]. I was told you have a question?”
Gunny barked:
Gunny: “I don’t know why anybody would need four days off for a few stitches. Maybe you can tell me.”
Lieutenant: “First off, I’m a lieutenant in the US Navy, so if you can, throw in a ‘sir’ once in a while. Second, I have the utmost confidence in my team. If that’s what they determined the patient needed, that’s what the patient will get. I’d also like to add that I don’t allow my team to run around the base telling gunnery sergeants how to do their job, and I sure don’t appreciate you thinking you know more about medical procedures than they do — unless, of course, you have a medical degree similar to my own. If that’s the case, we can sit down and discuss this like rational adults. If you don’t, why don’t you stick to doing what you get paid to do and give us that same consideration?”
Gunny: *Defeated* “Yes, sir, I understand. Thank you.“
He gently hung up the phone and looked at me. I almost felt bad for him, but there was no way I was telling him the entire story now.
Gunny: “See you Monday, Corporal.”