Good one from mental
Way back in 1991 when I just arrived at my first duty station in Germany…
All new airmen (straight out of technical training) were required to attend drug and alchohol awareness training. It was an unwritten traditon in my unit, you missed it or arrived hungover.
Me and another new girl are taken out and fed enough german beer to kill a clydesdale. I remeber on several occasions looking through an empty beer glass that I was holding to my lips, wondering wear the beer went. I would check the fron of my shirt becuase I had to be spilling it on myself, I can’t drink that fast.
As it turns out I could.
The young girl makes a valient effort but is maybe 5′4 and probably 100 pounds, she gets taken outside to puke, I keep drinking. Eventually the beer is all gone, so I wander outside. I actually slide, on my feet down the four stairs in front of the pub, and remain upright. I couldn’t do that again if a gun was held to my head.
I find my rides car, and propmty passout laying on the hood against the windsheild. An hour or so later, he wakes me, tosses me in the back and puts a blanket over me, returning to my puking compainion.
After a few minutes, I relase I am also about to hurl, so I open the door and recycle beer. This won’t be the only one, so I actually get out of the car, close the door and resume. After three good ones. I put my feet together, catch my breath and stand up.
When I put my feet together, I failed to notice it was in the puddle I just created. My feet both give out from underneath me and I am now sitting in the same puddle. My legs go straight under the car next to me and remove a large patch of skin from my shins.
I puke again.
Finally, my DD returns with the girl who looks worse than me, but is not sitting in her own sick.
I get back home, get tossed into bed with a trashcan near me and assurances I’ll be up in time for my appiontment.
As promised I am awakend in time for my brief,. I get cleaned up, but I am sure I am green. I take the bus from the base my dorms are on and arrive on the main base 10 minutes early.
What was supposed to be a 15 person audience for the brief consist of 2. A very hungover airman basic and a two striped I am pretty sure doesn’t drink (apparently my unit isn’t the only one with this tradition). My 3 hour breif is over in 15 minutes, but the bus doesn’t return for another hour.
I return to the bus stop and bake in the summer sun for an hour. It’s 9 and the only peaple on the bus are me and a Captian and his wife who have just arrived. They have all their luggage and are headed to billeting.
My condition is obvious and the Capt is giving me the stink eye, which might have bothered me, except shortly after getting on board I puke again.
Not wanting to leave a mess, I remove my BDU blouse and try my best to mop it up. Back on my base I leave the bus carrying my BDU shirt in an outstreched arm. Walking back to my dorms I spot an Army Capt headed my way, and there are few things they enjoy as much as jacking up an Airman. I turn and stare at a brck wall until he is passed. He left me be.
The shirt goes in the dumpster, I return to my room and pass out for the next 10 hours.
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