Some of the czaziest things I did was in the Army. I was a MP to boot.
The only time I had a real run-in with any of your buddies was in Vung Tau, Nam, and there again someone was looking out for me. On my second tour I had gone down there for a five day 0H-58 transition course. A classmate and I were in a bar after curfew. The two MPs who grabbed us took us to the MP station in the back of a 3/4 ton truck. They must have told the desk sergeant that we had not given them a hard time and they just drove us back to our quarters. Thought sure we were going under the jail that night.