The short version of my real-life story: TDY at Schofield Barracks in 2004. We get an overnight pass. I agree to DD for a carload of Soldiers. We loaded like 8 of us into the compact rental and drove to Honolulu. One by one, I lost all of the Troops. Each had their own story of debauchery when it was all done, but they disappeared here and there to hookup with a stripper (funny story there: one bedroom apt that she shared with her brother. “Get out, bro, I need the room!” Bro sits in the tiny living room, awkwardly smoking and sitting silently with two of my Soldiers, all listening to one of our battle buddies loudly banging his sister through the thin wall), and other stories. I spent hours on a park bench and finally gave up just before first light and drove back to base alone. One by one, they all found their way back, but one buddy got busted at the gate with no ID and lost a stripe.