Hawaii

They are a small, but nasty, ill-tempered, razor-sharp fanged feral pig and they travel in packs. A part of the base had fallen into disrepair but had a long stretch of road that ran through it so a lot of joggers used it. As the sun set one Sunday, one of our pilots was jogging back there and got attacked by a pack of them. They tore his legs apart. Shredded his skin and sliced his tendons. Poor man had more surgeries than I can remember. He never flew again and was medically-retired.

Base C O put that part of the base off-limits to everyone, pressed into detail our on-base contingent of Marines and after a week - no more Javalinas.

Those things are meaner than a nest of rattlesnakes.