Puke story, but puking isn't the thesis. We were running B-1s into theater and our basing was out of Diego Garcia. Beautiful island, great staging base. It was 0'5 and we were on our second deployment. I think the 37th might've been in between us for a couple, but it was our second. We had to ferry jets back to the states for mx. Thus, we had to bring new tails in. So a WSO is on a ferry jet inbound. Apparently he got word from his bros (he was a 1lt) that the beaches were awesome. They were. So when his jet landed, it was pitch black night, he unassed himself from all of his gear and hit the beach. Stripped down to his birthday suit and went into the ocean bayside. What he didn't know was the current was pretty strong. So when he had enough and climbed back to shore, unbeknownst to him his clothes were several hundred yards away. Forensic analysis would later confirm that he puked several times once he reached the beach, hence the puke story. Later on the LPG did a GPS analysis of his attempt to find billeting. Allegedly and later confirmed by him, he stumbled into the billeting office and a Fillipino lady screamed and threw a sheet at him and ran away. He found his billet eventually. Earned the callsign "Streak."