2railjon wrote:Holy guacamole, Mitch!! Your Captain had no sense of humor at all!
But then again I've never suffered the effects of consuming an entire bottle of gin either!!
I can tell ya another thing about gettin' loaded on Gin. You absolutely cannot pass up a water fountain for the next two days after. Man, you talk about dehydration. I'd drink water 'til I thought I was gonna bust, stand up, turn around, and right back down to the water!
It was a bad night in early December. We had a USO show in from the mainland, (4 pc. band and two exotic dancers), the whole thing held outside of the EM club, which was also open air. Our SeaBee Battalion was quartered up on Coranaso Point. I didn't start the fight, and I didn't finish it, but there were a few who knew I'd been there. Master Chief Evans, who was the OOD that Saturday night, tells me to go to the barracks, but Nooooo! I'm back in it again, and 4 SPs finally got me down, handcuffed me behind my back, picked me up, and literally threw me on my face into the back of a gray Navy pickup. Master Chief thought I was doped up or something, so they drove me straight to the hospital. I remember a big guy comin' out to the truck, the SPs pulled my pants down, and big guy slams a needle in my ***! I rolled partway over and said "there ain't no needle gonna put me out"!, and WHAM!! Another one in the other cheek. That's the last I remembered 'til about 2:30AM when I woke up on the floor of the cell in my skivvies! Base police called the Captain early Sunday morning and got him out of bed, which is another reason he was not amused. 4 months later in April when my appendix ruptured, I found out the "big guy" was the chief anesthesist at the hospital, a LCDR. Our Battalion captain was a full CDR.
I have a little Indian blood in me. Ya just can't give us too much firewater!

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