Then when I was about 13 the neighbor kids would visit their mom who worked in a liquor store, and while there they stuffed pints in their pockets and we would drink them during sleepovers hahahaha. Sloe gin and everclear.
Holy shit! After the Coors thing with the Methodist chick, I joined the "SUCK" - But I actually had a beer with one of my Drill Instructors at MCRD San Diego - unfortunately, it was a Heineken and I hated it - but drank it anyway.
That same Drill instructor (Sgt. Starling) - (a big, menacing black guy) turned up in an E-Club a year or so later aboard USNS Subic Bay, RP. I was TAD at the rifle range and went in for lunch one day to find him sitting with two other Marines at a table. We were all in uniform and I noticed he was a Lcpl, like me.
I asked him what happened and he said some shit happened in Okinawa. I thanked him for helping me through boot camp. It was surreal.
He must have been reassigned to the FMF and Okinawa and got into trouble somehow.