I’m sure many of you guys can remember "Poor Mans Night" at the Oasis Club. Well, this story starts at the Oasis and ends up back at the billets by way of down town.

I attended poor mans night at the Oasis like everyone else that had a club card. On this particular night I had a little too much beer and was too drunk to walk down town so I decided to ride my motorcycle to speed my trip along because it was late and I had to get down town before all the bars closed. Remembering it is poor mans night and I have no money and no chit books left on credit I had to find a bar that would give me credit (all the bars knew me well and was more than happy to extend more credit to good and faithful customer). My first stop down town was the Fiore Bar where I had great credit. Upon my arrival the hour was such that all the patrons were being kicked out so the bar could close. I’m sure you remember how they would pull the roll down doors about half way until everyone was kicked out. Well that didn’t stop me, I just ducked under the door and made my way to the bar and immediately ask for a beer on credit. Mama (the lady that owned the bar) caught me and ask me to leave right away.

I got back to the street, got on my motor cycle and attempted to start it up. Some of you may remember the kick start (old type) motorcycles. I was too drunk to be walking much less to attempt to ride. I kicked it over the first time and fell to the street in the horse shit and everything with the motor cycle on top of me. Someone ask if I needed help and I told them no I’m going to sleep right here because I was tired. Well, fortunately one of the guys that worked as a MA at the club also knew me well and wanted to help as me if he started the motor cycle up could I make it back to post? Everyone knows the answer to that "sure". This person had dark hair, wore glasses and was bigger than "Big Mike Powers" but well built and I can’t remember his name. He picked up the motorcycle, started it up and put it on the stand. Then he reached down and grabbed me by the shoulders picked me straight up and set me down on the motorcycle. All the while the cycle is running, he ask me one more time if I could make it back to post and you remember what the answer was to that question. So I pop it into gear and away I go after revving the engine a few times to make sure it was running well. Before I could get my balance I had made a couple of loops around the traffic circle in front of the Fiore with the entire peanut gallery laughing and screaming. The scarier moments was when I approached the front gate to Kagnew where you had to slow down and turn off your light by reaching over the handlebar while still staying upright on the motorcycle. I could hardly do that when I was sober but the MP waved me in and I made it back to Company "A" where I passed out for the night.