They're well into it, neck deep in empties. He's been leaning against this window near the table, looking outside, yammering away...dude can talk your goddamn ear off...and he claims that he doesn't remember why he jumped out the window, but he did.
Landed on his feet (but rolled), brushed himself off, and weaved back to the barracks. That he remembers, sort of.
Middle of the night, he's passed out and needs to take a leak something fierce, and can't get out of bed. There's something wrong with his hips or something, his legs won't bend. Somehow gets his roommate awake and they call for an ambulance.
The MPs get there first, and try to get him on his feet, but now his back is achy and he's lost control of his bladder, so they lay his ass back down and yell at his roommate to get a goddamn mop and a bucket. The Army ambulance arrives, and he explains, look, I may have jumped out of the third floor of the bar, so my legs might be broken. They're like, yeah, dumb ass, that's the least of it. You're swollen damn near twice your size.
They get him into a gurney and take him to the base hospital where they determine that in no way can they treat him, so they package him better and send him to the local city hospital.
"I'm layin' there on this bed, they've cut my clothes off and taken a bunch of Xrays, all I have is this sheet, and the doctor is this knockout German woman. She tells me, you've broken your hips right where the socket fits into the hip, and you've broken your back, and you're lucky you aren't paralyzed. I'm like, yeah, but do you have any pain killers? My back aches something fierce. She says, wait, you didn't get any pain medicine from the Army hospital? And hell no I hadn't. Bastards refused to even ice me up. The German doc just stares at me for a bit, says, on a scale of one to five, how bad is the pain? And I tell her, well, it's about a three, nothing too bad. She shakes her head, mutters something in German, and calls one of the nurses over. They inject something into the IV and I immediately start to feel sluggish."
They open him up and start putting him back together with screws and plates, then into a damn near full body cast. He's past his discharge date so there's all this crazy paperwork that needs to be filed to keep him in Germany legally. Both hips, two vertebra, and some bones in both feet are broken. Takes him four months to get to the point where he can be shipped back to the States.
"The ER doctor told me later, she came by to see me before I left, and she told me that no one believed that I wasn't in gigantic amounts of pain. No nerves were severed, no paralysis, and I should have been screaming. I guess I got lucky. She asked me, how badly did you want out of the Army? I told her, nah, that wasn't it. I was just drunk."
"You Americans," she says. "You drink too much."
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