This was the one that pushed Cut to the limit. But still we would not give. The show must go on, and all that jazz. Cut had been shot in the leg. (Well OK, he was the shooter as well as the shootee.) Three inches of bone were not but splinters! With a new steel bar and 14 speed screws, the doc put him back together, then said “stay off it, bed rest and we might get you on your feet in a year”. Two months later we were on a plane and doing three weekends of fun sword fighting on a beach in Florida. Cut only complained about the walk to the carriage at the end of the day. That and the constant strip searches at the airport....(they would never give him a female officer, no matter how much he begged.)