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Scarey Drunk
Early 1968 in Viet Nam - Doug and I drank a couple of cases of Falstaf and a bottle of Crown Royal. Sat in the sand but mosquitoes wanted blood so Doug and I climbed up on top of the bunker.
Woke up in the morning and 1st Sgt just looked as we walked into tent. Yelled 'Where the hell you been?' We told him and he said 'We got hit with 40 motar rounds last night with about 8 near our bunker'.
We never heard them and never woke up until morning. But, no mosquitoe bites. I thought all day while I upchucked 'Oh, I'm so happy to be alive'
Sarge
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