Nothing turns friend into foe more readily than being handed pugil sticks and an ugly helmet. These stupid toys turn the tightest of bros into the loosest of acquaintances; lovers into fighters; roommates into roomenemies.
Pugil sticks are one of those terrible things that your CO will bust out of the police shed once in a blue moon so that he can laugh and watch you all beat the shit out of each other. It’s one of those things that makes for a “fun” morning PT instead of the usual laps around the base, but still ends up being miserable for pretty much everyone while also incredibly entertaining for the riotous crowd of blood-thirsty Marines watching violence in front of them.
Overall, a great time for all (except when you get the shit beat out of you with a big Q-tip like I did).