If you carry OC (pepper spray), you'd better seen and felt the orange mist discharged from the Eye of Sauron. I will personally show up and spray you if you do and haven't. Too many MPs/cops in less than competent forces seem to think it's some distractionary paprika shaker, not liquid hellfire which it really is, and administer it as a cure-it-all miracle drug to all of society's perceived problems.

So, being a first world military police unit, we did OC exposure before getting to carry the spice cans.

First, the cone spray. An instructor in full NBC gear sitting at the end of a small shed, dumping cans into the air. Each recruit must walk up and touch him. The point being to illustrate that you may make your own life more difficult by dumping a can of OC onto a difficult customer in an enclosed space, instead of acting with some chest hair and servicing them with a baton.

But that is not the subject of the story. The gel type is the real devil, and that was done one on one, instructor hosing your face until you give up. Most gave up in seconds. Not recruit A.

Now, A wasn't really some walking refrigerator of a hulk, but rather compact, stout, and stoic. Pretty stereotypical Finn. However, A happened to also be a rather successful amateur boxer. I don't have his record, but from what I heard he's not a guy you wanna cut off at a hotdog stand queue.

But here he was, next in line at the OC facial treatment queue. When the gel spray hit his face, he barely flinched. The instructing LT stopped after a couple seconds.

"so, how you doi-"

"SIR, PERMISSION TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE, SIR!", He spat out along with some orangey goop.

LT was now visibly excited. "Of FUCKING course you can! Good, good, come on now!"

He didn't answer, just started staggering blindly towards the LT who was standing maybe 7 meters away, hosing him all the way. It took a few more seconds before he collapsed into an orange puddle forming on the snow maybe a meter or two away from the LT.

"Well done son! I'll be damned." LT shook his can, and fired it into the ground, but only a fizzle came out. LT had been half a second from eating his own legos.

If the folks at Sabre are reading, your can is just the right size. Even if it denied a platoon of conscripts the most beautiful right hook they ever saw, which I won't quite forgive.