It's funny. When I was in the Marines I was a total lush. I could put a 18 pack down in a night. From the second I got back from Iraq until now, I haven't touched a drop. I actually haven't thought about it until I read this thread. To show you how bad Marines are, this is a typical night out...
Friday night, just got paid. Headed up to Irvine Spectrum in CA. 7:00 pm, five marines stuffed in my car. Sitting in a parking lot in front of a liquer store with 2 bottles of Southern Comfort chugging away. We always started a night off like this because there was always a cheap special on So' Co' and this way we had a decent buzz before we walked into the bar. It saves us alot of drinking money buying drinks all night. So instead of buying $50 worth of drinks/shots throughout the night, we'd have a few beers in our hands just for show and we'd just be sipping on them. The funny part is after all that booze, we'd be totally fine. Never been an incident outside of fighting every other night. When I got out of the Corps, never gave it another thought. One would think that it is probably attributed to what we did for a living, but who knows...