We had a Marcad (Marine flight student) back in '62 who stirred things up for a while. A cook had come down with TB. Everybody had to have a chest X-ray. We all lined up and went through the process. Three days later the corpsmen came hurrying down to the flight line looking for the Marine. ''He's flying,'' came the answer from the ready room.

It seems that the X-ray showed a .45 slug right next to his heart. He was recalled from his solo flight and met at the airplane. ''What's the problem?'' ''How did you get shot?'' ''I was not shot.'' They checked for a scar and found none. The Marine said it must be somebody else and they mixed up the order of X-rays in line. Then they had to check everybody. The corpsmen never figured out that the Marine had scotch-taped the slug to his chest for the X-ray.