I agree!. My mate Johnny, Brompron Barracks, Chatham 1961, had no brekkie after a night pub-crawling with me down Rochester High Street. Lined up for Guard inspection with fixed bayonets, I heard a slight moan and a thump as Johnny hit the tarmac behind me. This was followed by his bayonet (on end of rifle) sticking into my back, through my battledress! One does not move in this situation, and it was removed, with no injury, by a screaming RP Sergeant as Johnny was dragged off to the Guard room. Not a happy day/week for him.
(WO2 Cave - 'Caveman' - shudder!)