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Edited on Thu Feb-03-11 03:09 PM by MiddleFingerMom
. . . ...after a couple hours of Army paperwork and indoctrination, we had at LEAST a full day before they shipped us out by bus to our final duty stations. . Lemme see what all the fuss is about that "German beer". . My. . . . OH MY!!! . . . Staggered across the parking lot in the afternoon and passed out on a couch in the Enlisted Men's (EM) Club. . . Woke up sometime later, INSISTENTLY reminded by my body that I had drunk a bathtubful or two or beer. Stood up BOOM!!!!!!!! Fell fast and hard to the floor. . . . . Some joker had tied my combat boots to a heavy floor-model ashtray. A real Gordian Knot. Struggling with it and hopping around like an idiot, I finally remembered the Gordian Knot solution and cut myself free. Hobbled (FAST) across the parking lot, carrying my boots in hand. . . . . Made me decide not to drink alcohol for my first 3-4 months in country -- at least not 'til I had adjusted to my surroundings and situation more comfortably. . . .
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