U.S. Navy Base in Sasebo, Japan. I remember everything up until the time I got up off the stool to go back to the ship. anyway, one of my shipmates showed up late and wanted to get drunk with us (most of us were already varnished) so he started buying rounds of shots. and then the bartender (she was evil) started buying us shots. it ended up with our pumpman falling down the stairs leaving the bar, everybodoy puking on the launch ride back to the ship, and the poor pumpman broke his computer from the fall, lost his jacket, his keys and his stateroom. next morning the chief made me take the rescue boat out for it's monthly run. oh boy. I avoid that little bar now. things don't go well when I go there.