The only portable water supply, for the 3rd Communication Squadron at Kunsan AFB (K8) in Korea in 1952, was a 50-gallon Lister Bag which hung on a tripod while the hot sun cooked the foul-tasting chemically treated contents. It was better than dying of thirst, but not much.

There was a party one night for a departing officer and a few of us non-coms were invited. My buddy Bob and I left early with two party favors, fifths of Four Roses, which we'd liberated.

As we crossed the pitch dark squadron compound we bumped into the infamous bag and had a brilliant idea.

The next morning the 3rd Comm. Squadron's morale level was visibly uplifted. First Sergeant McGlumphy was unusually cheerful and tolerant of minor infractions of regulations.

One old World War II vet mentioned that he had been suffering from the after effects of the previous night's party, but a drink from the Lister Bag cured his headache and nausea.