When we were stationed there, it was pre-911. Our base was basically wide open. We had a front gate to the main base, but the guard arms were rarely down and guards were rarely on duty. Mark got drunk at a party 5-6 miles down the road in Bell's Flats. He decided to ride a Honda ATC 90 back to the base. He wheeled off of the main highway into the base, throttled up and was immediately peeled from the little three wheeler by the guard arm right across the chest. Luckily the guard knew him and helped see him back to the barracks.
