I had a friend in college who had his hand severely stomped by a very angry person. Many broken bones. He had no idea how it happened.
***He had no idea how it happened.***
I had a friend in the USAF who had a nice chrome plated revolver in perfect condition.
Coming back from leave his pistol was scratched and scraped something awful. He could not remember what happened to it, except that he gotten drunk. When he sobered up it was all scratched up.
Several months later he got drunk and suddenly remembered, and told us how he went fishing, got drunk, shot his pistol till empty, then realized he was so drunk he could not find his way home, fell in the creek, lost his fish and fishing pole, went to an old Colored man’s house and asked if one of them could help him home.
They realized he was drunk and was a MEAN drunk! so they backed away from him. He got mad pulled his gun and ..snap,snap,snap. Empty.
The old man’s daughter then ran in the house and called the sheriff who stopped him in the field and asked him to give up the pistol. Instead he threw the pistol down in the Georgia clay and that is how it got all scratched up.
So now we knew.
When he sobered up, he again could not remember what happened.
Then there was my mother-in-law who told us how she lost her perfect teeth, but that is another story.