Far more than I happened to be witness to, I imagine. Even I had my fair share of close calls over the years, when the fighting spilled into Gloucester territory. And of course, when we returned to the front in earnest...

[Well, he's been stabbed enough himself, brow furrowing in empathy as he tugs the last couple stitches closed and looks up again. Hmm. Well, he's already made his point, so--]

If you'd like to hear war stories, you'll have to wash up first. And agree to lie down and rest. Those are my terms.

[And give him time to mop up bloody footprints, but who's counting.]