Have you ever read a true life anecdote that is so out there, it is almost unbelievable?

He was talking about a Nepali soldier he had been told about, who had escaped from a Japanese POW camp in Burma, and had trekked across hundreds of miles of jungle to an Allied controlled area in India. When asked by amazed officers how the ragged but otherwise healthy looking man had pulled this off, he smiled and showed them a map he had been given by a British soldier in exchange for his cap badge. He smiled and told them it was a very accurate map and had served him well. It was a street map of London!

I was in the US ARMY, Fort Knox, 1982. My bunkmate, private Shmuck (no lie!), top bunk, got drunk one night and wet the bed. Of course, the pee went through the thin mattress and soaked my bunk. I woke up and woke up Shmuck to ask if he had wet the bed. He said “No,” so I assumed some other drunk SOB had come over from the other side of the barracks and peed in my bunk, with me in it.
I had no choice but to get up and find another mattress and wash my blankets and sheets. While I was in the laundry, in walks Shmuck and confesses that he wet the bed. So he has to wash his bedding as well.
And in walks the night watch with the sergeant who was on duty and asks what we’re doing up in the middle of the night. We fed him some excuse while he just looked at us like we were a couple of dummies, then he leaves and we go back to work.
While our bedding is getting washed, we hike down the hall to a individual room and secure fresh, dry mattresses. Once we get our bedding washed and dried, we go back to bed.

The next morning at breakfast, I JUST HAPPEN sit down with two guys I don’t know who are quartered in the far end of the building and aren’t in our company.
(When in the mess hall, you are suppose to eat. If you have time to talk, you must be done with eating. GET OUT!)
But these two guys start talking under their breath. One of them says “I wonder how those mattresses got wet?”
This sparks my curiosity so I ask, under my breath, what these guys are talking about.

It turns out the one guy who had the top bunk got drunk, had to poop, so he hung his ass over the top of his mattress and squeezed it out. So he got shit on his bunk as well as the bunk below. So they had to get up in the middle of the night and wash their sheets and find clean mattresses.
But the mattresses they found were the ones Shmuck and I had changed out!

I was more than happy to tell them Shmuck’s and my little story. And what a coincidence it was that they and I had sat down at the same table, and that the one guy had mentioned his puzzlement.

Lol @kritiper Good One!

Forgot to mention mine was from John Masters, “Bugles and a Tiger”. Good read.

A guy once bragged on TV, that he would love to fuck his own daughter, if she was not his daughter. He later became president.

An actor married his adopted daughter.

A Beatle made a song about if you will still love him when he is 64; His wife divorced him when he turned 64. So apparently not.

Front page to back page in Joseph Heller’s Catch-22

Some of the Darwin Awards are like that.