via Bowie Knife Fighters Blog.
A pot-bellied fellow with eagles on his shoulders and store teeth up-stairs pointed his bayonetted rifle toward a hard-boiled regiment at Ft. Bragg.Read the whole thing here.
"All right, now," he shouted, "kill me."
The chicken-claws pointed to the ranks.
"You, come and get me." But the kid he singled out was scared. "Dammit, I want you to cut my throat."
The Private made a half-hearted bayonet thrust.
"You're yellow," the Colonel yelled, prancing up and down in his black sneakers. "I want a man who's not afraid to kill. Step out, you there," he commanded a tough-looking 30-year-old sergeant. The buck stepped from the ranks.
"Now come running at me with your bayonet," he ordered, "and go for my throat."
The sergeant wet his lips. He clenched his gun and lunged full speed at the Colonel's neck.
Col. Anthony J. Drexel Biddle, who knows more about bayonets, knives and jiujitsu than any other man, parried the thrust with his own bayonet. Before the sergeant could mumble, "Holy smoke," Biddle had his own bayonet alongside the sergeant's throat, and the big buck was sweating.
"That's how it's done," the Colonel said. "Now let's all try it."