This didn't happen to me, but a college buddy told me about it. Because the story works better, I'm telling it in first person. Also, I'm wasn't in ROTC like he was, so I might botch the lingo somewhat, but the story still works.
We were in a helicopter in horrible weather. The chopper was bucking hard, and I was sitting there holding onto myself as tight as a I could, worried I was going to die, worried even more I was going to puke. Looking all around me, most of the other guys were a little green around the corners, some worse than others.
The guy next to me taps me on the shoulder to tell me something. Of course, it's loud, so we have to lean close and shout at each other to be heard. Anyway, he's shouting at me when all of a sudden his eyes go wide. He gets real pale, like he's just heard his puppy died in a fire. Then without warning he vomits in my face.
I felt hot chunks splash all over me. Liquid dribbled down the front and back of my shirt. My inner ears tickled from the moisture. Hard not to get a good whiff when there's barf inside your nose.
The guy next to me is apologizing profusely, practically bawling with shame and self-loathing over what he did.
But I didn't pay any attention to him.
The guys across from us were laughing hysterically. Suddenly the bumpy ride was nothing to them because it provided such priceless entertainment for them.
But I didn't pay any attention to them, either.
All the way back to base, I just kept repeating one thing to my self. Over and over and over....