General George S. Patton never allowed himself to flinch under fire and strongly disapproved of officers taking cover, even during heavy bombing. One day during World War II, he found Major General Terry Allen in charge of a camp riddled with slit trenches. "Have you got a slit trench too?" he asked. "Yes, sir," Allen replied, pointing, "right over there." Without a word, Patton walked over to the hole, unzipped his pants, and urinated into it.
[Patton was not afraid of death. "By the time you get this," he once wrote to his family, "I may be a heap of rotting carrion on a field in Mexico."]