We went ashore into a village one time to check for contraband. I was walking behind a Gunnersmate , who was carrying a 12ga pump gun. I had an M-14.
He suddenly stopped and looked back at me wide-eyed. He pointed down toward his feet and mouthed the words spider hole. I kneeled and aimed at the spot between his feet. He stepped back and with the muzzle of the 12ga, flipped the lid off. He shoved the muzzle into the hole and started racking rounds and firing.
After he had emptied the shotgun. I stuck the muzzle of the M-14 into the hole and peeked in. It was a hole about 2' deep full of shredded chickens. The villagers had put their chickens in the hole to hide them before they left the village.
The Gunnersmate was from then on, known as Col. Sanders.
You can occassionaly find humor in the worst of situations. It's what keeps us sane.