Originally Posted by Jetjok

Christmas, 1968 was spent at Phu Cat AB, RVN. There was a cease-fire and so we weren't doing any weapons loading that day, so we played cards and for the first time in my life, I got drunk. Or should I say that my hooch-mates got me drunk. That slow gin fizz can really knock the stuffing out of a person. I woke up in jail, after (or so I'm told) running down the street with nothing on but my combat boots and flack jacket. Ah, the good ole days.

JJ