SurrealLife saidI am trying to figure out why the vodka was in a water bottle! At least it could have been with oranje juice for some ready made screwdrivers.
Ah, a story... In 1981 I was taking a 6-month US Army officer's course, including lots of tactics. One of the things we did for a whole week was play a "Dunn Kempf" battle simulation game on a huge terrain table, complete with miniature tanks, artillery pieces, helicopters, etc.
As the senior Army Captain in the class I was selected to play the Soviet Battalion Tank Commander, facing off against a much smaller US Tank Company, which represented the odds against us in Europe at that time. Of course I could hardly lose, much of the point of the game being to demonstrate how difficult our NATO situation was at that time. Short of tactical nuclear strikes, the NATO allies knew we'd get run over against the Soviets in a conventional warfare confrontation, which Dunn Kempf portrayed.
I had 5 Soviet "Company Commanders" playing under me, and it really wasn't very challenging, actually quite boring for me, little for me to do personally. By the second day I was filling my Thermos bottle with vodka & orange juice, exhorting my Commanders to ever greater feats against the Americans, spouting some Russian phrases I knew from my previous duty in Europe.
On the fourth day another American officer, just promoted to Captain a week earlier, and playing as one of my Soviet Company Commanders, asked if she could have some of my "orange juice" as she thought it was.
"Ah, Comrade Captain, you know we Rousians don't drink our orange juice plain, dah?" I replied, in a terrible Russian accent. "Are you sure you are ready for this?"
She innocently said she was, so I poured some vodka-orange juice into her coffee cup.
"Oh my God, what is that?" she sputtered as she tasted it, coughing and choking.
"Is wahdka, Comrade Captain. What fuels the glorious Soviet Army, dah? You maybe want more?"
She declined, not surprising, since I happened to know she was a strict Baptist who never drank any alcohol at all. I am so wicked, dah? LMAO!!!
And thank gawd I never got caught, because that would have ended my career right there. Ah well, if you can't have fun & live dangerously, why even bother at all? Don't you agree, Comrade RJers?