It was my job to keep them from fighting after they were brought back to the ship.
One devildog was so drunk, he was trying to fight my corpsman and puked on a Marine we had working with us. When I checked back, they had him hand cuffed and he was trying to do drunk-foo kick boxing, when I looked again, they had him cuffed and shackled. He was hopping around trying to head butt people. Next time around I saw they had cuffed his cuffs to his shackles, he was crawing around on his belly like and inch worm trying to bite people. When I came back by again, he was out of the cuffs and shackles and they had him clamshelled between two Strykers with the handles duct taped together. I told the Marine and my Corpsman that, that would not do because if he puked again, he would choke to death, my Corpsman smiled and he and the Marine flipped the Stryker over so he was face down like they knew exactly what I was going to say.
The drunk Marine worked with me on my next watch. My Marines had a rule, if you puke in the drunk tank, you had to stand drunk duty and clean up other peoples puke. Sober, he was a really nice guy and embarrassed about his behaviour a couple nights before.