Longhorn85
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I'll try keep this short because I know my story will pale in comparison to others here:
Shortly after joining the Army, while stationed at Fort Benning, GA I drove down to visit my cousin who was a grad student at Florida State Univ. We grew up together and hadn't really seen much of each other since we were kids. It was Halloween night. I was about to begin Ranger School and I wanted to party hard.
When I got to his apartment he wasn't home. I couldn't contact him (pre cell phone days) and didn't want to waste time so I drove to the University area and found a bar that looked like fun. It was BYOB and a costume was required to get in. I bought a bottle of Jack and a basic black mask and came back. I wasn't used to drinking hard liquor, but mixed with lots of coke I was sucking the Jack down at breakneck speed. I didn't know a soul but it didn't matter because of the costumes. I danced and drank for a few hours and then I was shit-faced.
Walked out to the parking lot and police saw me, wouldn't let me drive. I wasn't arrested, but they got me to a hospital because I was so drunk. I don't remember getting there but I woke up the next am on a medical table with nurses talking over my head. They had checked my dogtags around my neck and addressed me by name. They wanted more info so they could bill my military health plan. I was paranoid that I would get in trouble and that my young military career would be jeapordized, so I gave them my home address instead and said "bill me", then ran out of that place.
Took a taxi to my car, and drove to my cousin's apt. He was very concerned and asked where I'd been. I didn't want it getting back to my parents that I was such a drunk so I told him I had been tired and slept in the car after an exhausting drive. He looked skeptical but bought the story. I was relieved. Then I said I needed to take a shower and took off my shirt and headed to the bathroom.
My cousin's eyes popped open and he gasped. I ran to the bathroom and saw that my chest was covered with about eight adhesive nodes for the EKG machine at the hospital.
The jig was up.
PS: I met my cousin's roomate, who was overtly gay. I had always susupected that my cousin might be gay but I was never sure until then. We all just thought he was a "sissy". He died about two years later of "pneumonia". I'm quite sure it was AIDS. He never told my story to anyone in my family and I never told his.
Shortly after joining the Army, while stationed at Fort Benning, GA I drove down to visit my cousin who was a grad student at Florida State Univ. We grew up together and hadn't really seen much of each other since we were kids. It was Halloween night. I was about to begin Ranger School and I wanted to party hard.
When I got to his apartment he wasn't home. I couldn't contact him (pre cell phone days) and didn't want to waste time so I drove to the University area and found a bar that looked like fun. It was BYOB and a costume was required to get in. I bought a bottle of Jack and a basic black mask and came back. I wasn't used to drinking hard liquor, but mixed with lots of coke I was sucking the Jack down at breakneck speed. I didn't know a soul but it didn't matter because of the costumes. I danced and drank for a few hours and then I was shit-faced.
Walked out to the parking lot and police saw me, wouldn't let me drive. I wasn't arrested, but they got me to a hospital because I was so drunk. I don't remember getting there but I woke up the next am on a medical table with nurses talking over my head. They had checked my dogtags around my neck and addressed me by name. They wanted more info so they could bill my military health plan. I was paranoid that I would get in trouble and that my young military career would be jeapordized, so I gave them my home address instead and said "bill me", then ran out of that place.
Took a taxi to my car, and drove to my cousin's apt. He was very concerned and asked where I'd been. I didn't want it getting back to my parents that I was such a drunk so I told him I had been tired and slept in the car after an exhausting drive. He looked skeptical but bought the story. I was relieved. Then I said I needed to take a shower and took off my shirt and headed to the bathroom.
My cousin's eyes popped open and he gasped. I ran to the bathroom and saw that my chest was covered with about eight adhesive nodes for the EKG machine at the hospital.
The jig was up.
PS: I met my cousin's roomate, who was overtly gay. I had always susupected that my cousin might be gay but I was never sure until then. We all just thought he was a "sissy". He died about two years later of "pneumonia". I'm quite sure it was AIDS. He never told my story to anyone in my family and I never told his.

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