Alright...this one goes back to 1991...
November 17, 2991, and I'm stationed with USMC Security Forces at a Naval Station in Sicily - we're at the Marine Corps ball (every base has a big bash for the Corps' Birthday every year). Full Dress-blues, medals, ribbons - spit and polish and all that. Well, we're drinking the whole night, hanging with our dates and all that, so the end of the ball comes, and me, Ramsey and Chris pile into Chris' car with our dates and start heading toi Corporal Staab's place about an hour away.
Now, Sicily has a lot of hills and shit, not like the alps, but really craggy and up and down, and the roads are kind of the same way in places. Anyway, after about 30 minutes, I had to take a leak. I told Chris to pull over, and he pulls over. I get out, and because there are women in the car, I figure I'll go across the street instead of pissing right in front of them (I wanted to get laid - what can I say?). So I look across the street, and there's a little rock wall and some bushes on the other side of it. So I trot across the street and hop over the wall - in full Dress-blues mind you - and plummet 40 feet and land flat on my face on the hard ground...the "wall" was actually the stone railing of a bridge, and the "bushes" I saw were the tops of trees. So, I'm lying down there, unconcious, and Chris gets out to take a leak as well, since we were stopped - and he walks over and goes to step over the "wall" and realized what the fuck happened, so he grabs Ramsey (from what he tells me) and they go around the other end and slide down the slope and drag me back up - my face was all bloddy and my neck was all cut up - so they take me to Corporal Staab's house - where there is no disinfectant besides Jack Daniels, which they clean my wounds with and then take me to the Naval Hospital.
Numerous cuts and contusions, and bruised kidneys. The doctor said if I wasn't drunk, I would have broken every bone in my body, or at least come close - he said I was probably limp as a noodle when I hit. I acquired the nicknames "Geronimo" and "The Fall Guy" after that incident...my buddies took me by the bridge in daylight a few weeks later because I didn't believe it was that high, and I was just floored when I looked down...
And I did end up tagging that chick I took as my date...it just took an extra week or so for me to heal up after my little tumble...
Pretty funny looking back on it...and pretty hard-core if you ask me...
