And partying. I had an Aussie flight crew fly into our base (Mildenhall, UK) for an air show and their call signs were painted on their fighters, they were pretty vulgar. The base commander had them put tape over them so the locals wouldn't get offended. Anyways, I was supposed to drive them to their quarters and drop them off but they wanted to go to the pub instead. go figure. They tried to get me to stay but I was still on duty so I said I'd be back later. I really shouldn't have met up with them after my shift. Holy ****. I wasn't much of a drinker back then and it didn't take me long to get **** faced, maybe three pints of lager at most. We got into one hell of a fight in the early morning hours with some locals, the Aussies started preaching about Aussie rules football and it got ugly. Bloody and victorious with my shirt torn in the front, we staggered to their quarters just down the street and I passed out on the asbestos floor. I woke up still hammered in a puddle of my own piss. The Aussies just railed on me as I cleaned it up trying not to ralph my guts onto the floor. Those ******* seemed fine somehow. I had to work a food stand that morning serving American Hamburgers and fries and when the Chief saw (and smelled) my condition he put me on the fryer. ******.
Later in the day those Aussie ******** are in line at the stand and notice me..."HEY PISSA...HEY PISSA...(LAUGHING)...YOU READY FOR ROUND TWO? " I smiled and shook my head no, I couldn't even look them in the eye. "C'MON PISSA!? (LAUGHING)"