Well I just can't let this subject pass without contributing something. This was NOT something I did, but something I witnessed in the Army:

We had a fellow in our medical unit that was not overly populiar. We were stationed in San Antonio, Texas. This fellow had a habit of going across the border on Saturday nights and would return late on Sunday nights. He would usually stomp in the barracks, mostly drunk, turn on all the lights, try to find his bunk and wake everyone up in the process. This was the reason for his lack of popularity.

This night he finally found his bunk, flipped the covers back, and sat on a DEAD rattlesnake! He screamed and ran down the row of beds, knocking them over and yelling for help. He kept running out the door and dissapeared.

I was sleeping in the second floor of our barracks, so I didn't see it, but I sure heard. When all of us the were upstairs, got downstairs, in came the cadre, the CQ, and an armed MP. It seemed that the fellow had run across the company street to the guardhouse and BEGGED to be put in a cell for safety. They agreed and we also agreed.

After that, he always was very quiet when he came in late at night. Bob