While attending Sonar technician "A" school I was approached by a classmate who was married and had two young kids and a baby on the way. He asked me if he could borrow some money to help his family get by until he got paid. Being a single guy living in the base accommodations, I was able to loan my classmate some money so his family could eat. On two other occasions my classmate again approached me and asked if I could help his family out and I was more than willing to oblige him. One day he approached me and stated that he had an idea to pay me back for all of my help. He offered to purchase some beer for me and my friend Kennon, we were only 18 at the time, and let us drink at his house. I accepted the offer and Kennon and I were off to his house to partake in some frosty beverage consumption. Being the drinking novice that I was, I made the huge mistake of only eating a bag of CheezIts for dinner. I quickly became extremely intoxicated which was rapidly followed by nausea. In my hast to get to the restroom I clipped the corner of the wall, which in turn spun me like a top, and the contents of my stomach became imbedded in the thick shag carpet of my classmates apartment. Having witnessed this my classmate's pregnant wife bolted for the front door and proceeded to puke off of their second floor balcony. Kennon decided that I had had enough fun for the night and assisted my staggering body to his truck. On our way out to the parking lot we passed two of our classmates who were on their way to join the party at the apartment. Sounds of laughter echoed through my ears as they observed my drunken state. After a couple of roadside pit stops to relieve the overwhelming urge to release my stomach contents we made it back to the comfort of our barracks room. Upon falling into my bed I quickly feel asleep, only to be awaken a few hours later my the two classmates we had passed in the apartment parking lot. Having metamorphisized into walking kegs of beer, the two of them decided to compensate the apartment owner by beating me up. Even though the compensation was unsolicited by my classmate they proceeded to beat me across my head with pillows. Knowing that I could not take on both of these individuals even in a sober state, I grabbed a metal bar near my bed and attempted to fling the bar wildly at my attackers in an effort to defend myself. One of them grabbed me from behind and pinned the bar against my chest. At that time the other attacker began punching me in the face. Out of nowhere my friend Kennon, who is a brown belt in Sho-Shu Kung Fu, appeared as a crouching shadow flying through the air from his top bed bunk. Kennon landed on his feet and promptly front snap kicked the guy who was hitting me, square in the chest. If not for the screen on the window the attacker would have fallen out of the second story window, instead he lay in a sulking heap on the floor. Kennon then grabbed the guy, who was holding me, by the arm and twisted the arm into a wrist lock, Kennon then proceeded to shove the guy's arm back into his shoulder socket. Kennon then twisted the second attacker down to the ground by his arm. Both attackers laid on the floor, looking up at Kennon bewildered and amazed.