I did have an unfortunate experience while kilted but it may not have been just the kilt. 1972 was not a good year. I was in the Marine Corps. "In-Country". And got banged up some. during re-coup I was assigned to escort duty. If you haven't heard of that, let me just say, No Marine goes home alone.
Three of us had spent some time in Australia and were given "Leatherneck" tartans. When the CO saw them he told us to wear them on escort.
Georgia in '72, in uniform, 3 Marines in kilts, one of them black. Bad timing. Half a dozen drunken rednecks saying bye to cousin Billy-Joe-Jim-Bob at the same cemetary.
We stood the "nice skirt" jokes and the "hey Marys" but when they disturbed the funeral and spit on the flag and our uniforms...
Well, the three of us still wore those kilts to every funeral.
As I said, I don't like thinking about '72 much. or '73, '74, or '75 for that matter.