I was stopped once while I had a dime bag in my breast pocket, by a Louisville, KY Detective in an unmarked car who only told me to move along because the regular patrolman was due to drive by there in the next few minutes.
I helped a guy harvest a rather magnificent marijuana plant in the woods, who took it back to his room and put it upside down to cure and dry in the space of a communicating doorway to the dormitory room next to his.
Either of those situations could have ended in sorrow, not to mention the actual risk of any mishap at any moment for a couple of years.
I held a Top Secret Security Clearance in the USAF after I had fully disclosed my drug history to a Lieutenant with the Human Reliability Program in Basic Training. The Lieutenant thanked me for being so forthright and told me the lie to tell anyone else who might have asked about it in the future.
I'm seventy years old now and long since retired, so my personal statute of limitations has expired. The only grander high I looked for after that was a wife and family, but I don't regret for a minute expanding my mind so to speak with an experience beyond the mundane.
My USN Top Secret Security Clearance (CW) was so thoroughly researched (by the FBI) that I feared for my shipmate’s Navy careers as they (only) discussed “lighting-up”.
This was only 10 years earlier than your experience.
‘Course NOW, I see headlines of smugglers getting HEROIN aboard ships!
(And FEMALE shipmates leaving the USN “Richer than Croesus”)...!
The USAF is less of a priority, as the FIBs have abandoned their mission—USAF aircraft mostly fly themselves—and Marijuana doesnt linger in the brain, right?