On the last day of Army Basic Training we had an illegal party in the barracks, with alcohol and delivered pizza. The Drill Sergeants were suspiciously absent.
A couple weeks later I was in Advanced Training, at a different part of the same installation. I was a Trainee Platoon Leader and marching my platoon while calling cadence. At a training area a soldier from another platoon approached me.
"I think I know you!" he said." I recognize your voice from Basic."
"I was in Alpha, we graduated 2 weeks ago."
"Yeah, I was in Charlie, same time. On our last night you were screaming "Bali High," we heard you 3 buildings away!"
"WHAT? I never did that!"
"Sure sounded like you."
So I checked with a couple of my Alpha buddies, you were also with me in Advanced. Yep, they confirmed, I got that drunk. What's more, I fell out of our 3-story barracks window, but they caught me. I hung upside down for a while before they managed to pull be back in, and that's when I was screaming Bali High (sp? it was a cheap wine). I was profoundly embarrassed to hear this, of which I had no memory.