These stories are from off-duty hours only, never had the urge to go flying stoned as one usually needs all of one's faculties...When we moved to the new barracks at Holloway to get out of rocket alley I found an old rocket crater between the rivetments and the hooches, perfect place to kick back and light one up. Cept we just didn't light one up we tried to smoke the whole damn bag. Had the aviation gas masks which we all used frequently..Yeah Right!. And if one took the end off the filter canister and stuffed it with Cambodian Red it became quite the hooka! We were sitting out there one night, about five of us and I can't remember names...passing the mask and saying the most profound things, which none of us could remember five seconds after...when one of the guys was playing with a .45 and fired one off about two inches from my leg. After the initial shock and the terrified looks on faces full of concern, we broke out laughing...so hard that by the time we headed back to the hootch we were crying. Must have been some sight to the boozers who looked on us with great distain.