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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/AtYourMomsapartment on 2026-06-07 14:57:14+00:00.

This happened to me back in 2011. I served in the Marines, and was stationed in Korea at the time. every year in November, the Marine Corps Ball happens to celebrate the birth of the Corps. Anyways, I had just turned 21 a few months prior and had also recently been promoted to Lance Corporal, and the Lt.Col. in charge of us was very strict on underage drinking, so j was just coming into my element. When we started the ball, I had a couple jack and cokes. Then we saw that our tables came with a couple bottles of wine, and what do you know? Only 3 of the 8 people at our table are 21, so we help ourselves. Then our Base's Korean liaison came over with a couple of 6 packs. The three of us who were able to drink did our inebriated math and figured, "hey... There's 12 beers... That's... 4 apiece! Excellent!" We were pleasantly sloshed for the ceremony and dinner. Then, it was time to dance! And dance I did. At least until my Sergeant came over. He had this super serious look on his face and he said "You need to go back to the hotel. You're drunk, and starting to look like an idiot." Me, being the know-it-all Lance Corporal was like, "Sergeant... You've been drinking... So you can't tell me to do that!" (Yes, I was an idiot, but it was definitely a rule. If you were inebriated, you couldn't give lawful orders). Well, it turns out he wasn't drinking because a group of us had recently all turned 21, and he knew we would be stupid. So he helped me down to the bus, and sat me in a bench seat across from my other Sergeant. I remember an older couple boarding the bus and sitting in front of me, and I recognized an officer's uniform, but didn't see the rank. Then our bus takes off. The driver is weaving through downtown Seoul traffic, and I'm sliding around, starting to feel sick. I distinctly remember looking at the drunk sergeant across from me and saying, "I uh... I don't feel so good..." And the Sergeant goes "WELL DON'T LOOK AT ME!!" I turn back and make it to facing down the aisle when I projectile vomit all the way up to the yellow "do not cross" line. It also sprays across the dress shoes of the elderly officer seated in front of me. I look up to see that I've sprayed vomit onto the shoes of our Commanding General. Of course, my dumb ass reverts to the most basic of junior marine instincts, which was "uh... Good Evening, Sir..." He just gave me this smile and said "Happy Birthday, Son." I blacked out from that point, and woke the next morning in my hotel room, wearing nothing but my boxers and an undershirt. My Dress Blues were hanging up in the shower, covered in vomit. I got downstairs and was met by both of my sergeants, a Staff Sergeant, and the First Sergeant, who all ripped me a new asshole. Thankfully, that was the extent of my punishment aside from some extra duties. I happened to see the General again a few weeks later, and as I saluted him, he asked "you're not going to throw up on me again, are you son?" And he laughed. I offered to pay for new shoes, and he laughed again, telling me he had plenty of pairs of those shoes, and that I don't need to worry. I certainly learned to avoid drinking around any officers after that.

TL;DR: I got plastered during the Marine Corps Ball and during the bus ride back to the hotel I threw up all over my Commanding General, then blacked out. I got an ass chewing and extra duties, but I learned my lesson about excessive drinking around events that had officers.