“My buddy ran to get some gauze from the nearest web belt and quickly covered the wound and wrapped it tightly. Meanwhile, some of the other grunts in the barracks came over to see what all the commotion was about and saw all the blood. One of the squad leaders ran to the Orderly Room and told the sergeant on duty. He quickly arranged for an ambulance to take me to the hospital.
“They told me I was lucky, because the razor had just nicked my jugular vein; a millimeter more and I would have bled to death. I needed thirty stitches, both inside and out, to close the wound properly. Afterwards, a couple of MP’s took me over to their headquarters where they interrogated me about the assault. That lasted most of the night, and I got back to the barracks about four in the morning. The DI and cap
