I was living in the Barracks of Scouts for the 2nd 505th in the 82nd Airborne and I had been dating this girl I met in Myrtle Beach who at the time was married to a local detective. She had come to the barracks to visit me during a party, which can get pretty crazy up there. We had blankets draped across the walls cutting off a portion of the hallway with keg stations setup on both ends, everyone would open their doors and some would put speakers in the hallways so there was wild music blasting everywhere along with strobe lights. As things progressed it usually turned out much like a scene from "Apocalypse Now" with naked people randomly stumbling through the hallways on their way to different rooms most often with a half naked wife of some officer on deployment in tow and equally inebriated.
(This was always one of my biggest concerns about being in a relationship and having your spouse near a base, they almost didn't stand a chance with young guys in phenomenal shape coming back from far away places with twisted minds set on getting laid after months and sometimes years without so much as seeing an attractive woman. Not to mention that they are left behind with those returning veterans while their husbands and boyfriends are on their own rotations away from home leaving the girls without any attention except for sneaking away to local clubs and being swept back to the barracks for a night of debauchery and sin. Not that I believe in sin, to me it's just a literation tool to express deeply unethical acts.)
With testosterone levels soaring near lethal limits we usually got caught up in games to test one another to see just how far we would take something, whether cutting ourselves, challenging each other to drink piss or eat puke from each other or beating on the new guys to "toughen them up". Some really crazy shit went on, I've shit off the roof of a 4 story building which is very hard to balance and nearly followed my product all the down to land on the stairs in between the two guards posted for night watch.. haha, poor bastards. Since I couldn't walk, never mind run or climb down the ladder the guards caught up with me swinging from a top wrung laughing hard enough to make myself puke on the ladder and instead of going down to clean up after myself I had caught one of the new guys running to his room and "persuaded" him to go move it off the steps (to the spot in the grass where the 1st Sargent stands in the morning at the head of formation which got us at half right face doing push ups for a quite a long time that next morning, the laughing was great for our abs though..). I've eaten puke from a new recruit after we forced him to ingest water to the point where he couldn't hold it down any longer while we were checking his gear to make sure he had brought all the correct equipment (standard procedure to find the break limit of a new soldier and assign them accordingly). I had taken it to a new level feeding off the fear of this particular new guy and maybe working a little harder because of the video camera behind me (tee-hee-hee) so I had decided that his regurgitation was a waste of Army provisions and decided that I couldn't very well punish him for waste and hypocritically let the food be thrown away so I decided to get in his face and show him how a good soldier never let's resources be wasted and proceeded to pick through and eat the roast beef pieces out of the puddle on the floor in front of him, commenting on the pleasing taste and texture of the pre-digested morsels. This got the exact reaction I was looking for, absolute terror that his life now rested solely in the hands of an undoubtedly insane NCO.
On the lighter side there were I'll drink your piss if you drink mine competitions, racking up a pantie collection from local whores and degenerate barracks cruising ladies to stuff the pillow cases of our least favorite superiors (which is a more elaborate version of wiping your ass on the inside out pillow case and returning it to the pillow with an essence of shit for the sleeper to enjoy throughout those lonely nights, it was a hard call to decide which was worse considering the hygiene of some of these women that were the former wearers of said panties), there was the old beer can remodel which required a long deployment of an individual and a shit ton of drinking 30 packs (tax free on base! Good encouragement Army!) by the rest of us to the point where upon opening their door they saw only a wall of cans and the entire room was filled top to bottom (or just their small bathrooms if a shorter deployment). Then there was the buddy beer, where you have a new guy (FNG = fucking new guy) inadvertently consume a novelty hot sauce that potentially causes brain damage and laugh at him for a little bit leading him to believe the joke had come to fruition all the while holding the specially and subtly marked bottle of beer that was filled with pissed and chilled in the refrigerator for this specific purpose, of course the rest is obvious and the guy usually got pretty pissed (pun intended) after realizing only after a good 3 or 4 heat quenching gulps had already been thoroughly ingested that the beverage was wrong, terribly terribly wrong and... "Holy Shit, It's PISS" rings through the brain and then an explosion of emotion and rejection both physical and mental as he tries to yell, fight and puke all at the same time while being completely revulsed with himself. He ends up just jumping around and projectile vomiting after every attempt to scream or yell and the expressions are priceless. Truly remarkable stuff here.. hahaha.
Anyway, during one of our party's I had this girl there and on our way to my room at the end of the hallway I entered the crowd to get through and something happened in the middle to where I exited the crowd near my room I had a pulsating artery in my forehead pumping and spurting blood everywhere (It was later explained I was moshing around to Korn and smashed a bottle of rum on my head, idiot). Apparently this was something of a turn on for this woman who dragged me to the couch under my top bunk bed pulled me on top of her ripped off her top and started smearing the blood all over herself. Now this immediately freaked me out and at the time it was kind of difficult to get me there, to a place where I felt intimidated, but she did it. I decided, what the hell right, this is kind of freaky but I've done worse and I can get through this, might even like it. Well as we got going the blood flow started to dry up which I thought was a good thing, I was apparently alone in this assumption because the next thing I know I am getting hit and hard, immediately I am trying to figure out what the fuck is happening, "Are the guys jumping me to fuck with me?, Is there someone here I don't know? Her HUSBAND?" but nope, none of that. It's her, headbutting the shit out of the gash in my head to resume and increase the amount blood flowing onto her. Now keep in mind, we have Korn whining in the background about abuse and suicide and blah blah blah right.. and there is a strobe light coming from over my head and down onto the blood covering her entire body while she has my head in both her hands, staring up at me like a lion looks at something it's eating. She literally had the scariest most insane expression on her face I have ever scene and I have been shot at, a lot, teeth clenched, eyes wide but empty of humanity, only rage and lust and growling as she flexed her arms to bring my head down into her own. I was terrified, lights flashing, blood flying, the pulsing image of this terrifying woman assaulting me and then returning to gyrating and rubbing blood all over her breasts (which were awesome, btw) and face as we fucked like maniacs. I knew I had to get out of there... you know.. after I finished..
I have a pretty big scar from that night, and you can still see where the cut on my forehead was too..
