My ship, USS Comstock (LSD-45) was pulling liberty in Mazatlan, Mexico. I had the duty the first day, and had just gotten out of the rain locker, getting ready to climb into my pit before the balls to 4 watch. Suddenly I heard the POOW pass the word for Duty R-Division and Duty Corporal, quarterback.

As I got to the boat deck, I heard one of my guys yelling "Freedom! Let me go, I'm gonna kick your ass!" Come to find out this young Fireman had spent quite a while "chatting" with Jose Cuervo at Señor Frog's. When he came back onboard, he punched the OOD, headbutted the Duty MAA and tried to go after the Duty Engineer.

After being cuffed and shackled, we took him to Medical, where the ship's Medical Officer gave him a shot of something to knock him out. He was restrained with 4-point restraints in the ship's medical ward and Doc and I had the pleasure of watching him sleep to make sure he didn't pull and aspirate it.

Next day was HIS duty day. So, nice guy that I was, I had him check out a pneumatic needle gun from the Bos'n Locker, and I put him in AFFF Generating Station #3, under the concentrate tank, to chip up paint. To make matters even more fun, the 6" diameter, 150 psi Ship Service Steam supply for laundry ran under that tank as well.

Oddly enough, I never had a problem from him again.

- Andrew J.