I saved a guy's life once. His crazy pregnant wife had lost it, jumped on his back, and was strangling him. He didn't fight back under the "if your wife tells the MPs you hit her, you are guilty no questions asked" rule and had turned purple and fallen down before I pried her arms away from him. There's a point beyond which you can't keep saying to yourself "I soooo do not want to be here or be involved in this situation!" I moved back into the barracks the next day.

The M901 Improved TOW Vehicle that was on display (as of a few years back, dunno if it's still there) in front of 3rd Bde chow hall at Ft. Carson used to be mine, though my old roomate had it last before they museum-pieced it.

You can't find me in Google searches because the other guy with my name is (err...was) reasonably well known, and then a famous putz, so I can't have any claims to actual fame.