As a young Marine, I spent a few days at Camp Sukeran one time, so naturally first chance we get, my buddy and I head out for the vil to check out the babes and drink some of the local saki.
Long story short, we ended up on the second floor of some gadawful bar in downtown Naha that night, both got plastered as hell, and I wake up in the Naval Hospital the next morning with two broken legs.
I hurt like crazy and was carrying a hangover the size of an Ontos. Nobody seems to know how I got there and what happened me, except that my buddy brought me in and then left right away to make company roll call at 0530.
Soon as evening visitors call sounds, my buddy shows up and I asked what the hell happened last night.
He says "Your raggedy rear end was so drunk last night that you bet that mommasan $20 bucks that you could jump out that window and fly all the way around that building. She took the bet and you gave it a try."
"Thanks a lot, pal" I said. "Why the hell didn't you try to stop me."
"Well," he says "I was so messed up that I kinda thought you could do it ... so I had a sawbuck riding on you myself."