Back when I was enlisted, I was pulling CQ one night and as I looked out the window, I saw this young soldier, obviously inebriated, walk up to the Clam shell pay phone and stack quarters on the little shelf. He seemed so intent on doing something that I continued to watch him for another hours. He would feed one quarter after another into the pay phone, violently jerk the handset hanger down, jump up and down as if something significant had happened, then empty the coin return and then start all over again.
Finally, I could stand it no longer and I walked over to the pay phone and asked him what he was doing. He replied I'm beating the hell out of this slot machine.
Was that you, Bloody?
