Not me, but...
When my father-in-law was in Malaya sticking it to the commies, they were digging foxholes on the side of a hill. He thinks 'Christ, this is easy going' as he's digging and as he gets to the bottom, he realises why. The earth had been recently turned and there, at the bottom of his foxhole, was a freshly-buried corpse.
So he filled it in and dug a new one.

edited for poor spelling...
( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Thu 28 Feb 2008, 11:50, Reply)