WARNING: SOME GRAPHIC AND UNPLEASANT IMAGES
Story: 1971 at Ft Knox, Kentucky, I'm a young Army Sergeant and I went over to visit friends in another barracks. One of the other Sergeants had several bottles of booze in his room (I can't remember if that was allowed then, or he had just smuggled them in). So we sat down for drinks around a small table when somebody suggested a chugging contest with the whiskey.
So that's what we do, using mess hall water glasses that held about 6 ounces. Never did that before, but I was doing pretty good, I think finishing my third glass, and maybe our second bottle. All of I sudden I began to hear this roaring sound in my ears, something like a train approaching. I stood up and announced I needed to find a room quickly, until I could ride my motorcycle back to my own barracks. Reaching my hand out for the room's door knob was the last thing I remember, before I blacked out.
They got me into an empty room with a bunk, and locked it behind them so no one else would stumble in on me. Sometime during the night I awoke to the sensation of the mattress flying all around the room. I grabbed it and hung on for dear life until I passed out again.
I awoke at dawn on the hard floor on my stomach, the mattress now on top of me. My face was in a pool of my own vomit. Fortunately the mattress wasn't stained, which I put back on the springs. I spent some time in the latrine vomiting more, cleaned myself up a bit at the sink, then brought a bucket and mop into the room to clean up.
I next visited a friend from the night before who was just waking up in his own room, this being a Sunday, and he wondered if I wanted to take our motorcycles for a ride later. Much later, I replied, but first back to my barracks to shower and recover. I returned around 1.
I wasn't up to a long ride, and by the time we reached Otter Creek Park, on the Ohio River, I told him I wanted to rest a while. We took my big Harley and his BSA as far as we could down a path out of sight, and then walked to the Otter Creek. There he suggested we take a swim, that might help sober me up some more. We had no suits, but we figured we could skinny dip in that section in privacy.
It was May, and the water still pretty chilly. A few minutes after we got out into it the effect of the cold seemed to make me instantly drunk all over again, and I began having trouble swimming and staying afloat in the swift Spring current, calling for help. My friend already couldn't reach me since I had drifted so far, so he got out of the water and started running along the shore naked, calling out helplessly to me, but trying to encourage me, as I was being swept down to the Ohio River, also stark naked, attempting to stay above the water but losing the battle. It was really quite scary.
I saw a bend coming, luckily on his side, and using my last remaining energy aimed for it. I was able to grab an overhanging tree branch and pull myself ashore. There we both collapsed, laughing at the silliness of it (and stupidity), me between panting gasps. And then I threw up again. That was enough, we got dressed and back on our bikes. I can't remember if we rode much anymore, or just back to Knox, which was fairly close. After that incident I couldn't even think about alcohol for weeks & weeks, much less drink it.