I was late teen / early twenties, Coast guard E-3 on a waiting list for A school. ( Rescue Swimmer.) I had never played Golf in my life outside of putt putt. A few of us loaded up and went over to the local AFB to play golf. One of the other guys was an Electronics Tech with the last name of Toups. Toups wore those old black horn rimmed "birth control" glasses. Standard Military Issue, type one each. The ber started flowing before the first ball was hit. One of the guys made an emergency departure when he hit a ball into my shin. He made it to the parking lot before I could catch him. ( I was running with a pretty bad limp.) I wound up with a perfectly round bruise. the size of a golf ball complete with the little dimples.
I had made it part way back to the rest of the group when toups picked me up. We met up with the rest of the guys near a water hazard. Toups did a "flyby" on them and then backed up to park, setting the brake. When we got ready to move again, Toups jump in the cart and hit the gas to dislodge brake, forgetting he had left the cart in reverse. He looked over at me and I swear his eyes were bigger around than his glasses, as the cart went backwards down the hill, and into the water. When the greens manager showed up we were still laying in the grass laughing our asses off. We were literally laughing so hard tears were rolling out of our eyes. And when we made it back to the small boat station the old man was already there waiting on us. He chewed our ass out good. ( He was enlisted, a Master Chief, and a salty fuck.) Told us we were forbidden from returning to that course and left. No formal discipline.
