Like most , no doubt . I slept in some strange places during my dozen . After a night on the grog the weary sailor heads for the 'mick ' or as submariners , the bunk . Missing the last boat caused many to sling the 'mick ' somewhere and my claim to fame is a night of bedded bliss on St. Andrews Golf Course . No liberty boat involved just a wee bit lost in the Scotch Mist and after walking for bloody miles I eventually wrapped up in my ' burbs ' and crashed . No idea where I was until dawn and I took my bearings . Definitely a double bogey .