Joined the Marines, went to Okinawa, Japan. "Friends" got me drunk, then strapped me into a BC, handed me a reg and took me to see a sunken Japanese Zero plane at 40-45 feet (i think, i was pretty drunk). Amazingly i didn't die, and was hooked. Took an OW cert class and learned that i was the stupidest man alive for what i had done (drinking and diving), found some new "friends" that wouldn't try to kill me, and thanked God and Neptune for sparing a young Polack's life... again.