>Bragg summer 2004
>late saturday night in a 4 day weekend
>organize a soccer game of drunks around the barracks. Because bored
>jump fence into high school football field, drop cones and play
>shit fucking dark and drunks running around. Full contact soccer.
>MPs show up and want to round us up for trespassing.
>as they get close we all just sprint in random directions for the fences.
>mps slip as they can't get traction in their combat boots.
>most everyone else is barefoot or running shoes and barely doing better. I'm wearing soccer cleats and clear the fence before anyone else. Some other MP outside the fence chases me but fails. In hit the pavement and cleats start clacking. I hear "is he wearing cleats" behind me.
>get back on grass and make it to the barracks.
>everyone else makes it back. Mission successful.
