The guy is a sharp dresser...
My first night in country back in '68...laying on nylon cot hot as hell and nude. Incoming fire. I was leaning on the edge of my cot to see if I could see anything....the building shook and I ended up on the floor....I hopped up, put on my flak jacket, steel pot and boots. I ran out to the bunker behind our barracks nude, except for the above and my m-16 with a red plastic dust cover. My buddies slowly walked out to the bunker...all of them dressed..I recvd comments and told them...if you wanna die puttin on a pair of pants...ok...but me...I am not gonna die puttin on a pair of pants....we did not have any ammo...but wtf....