In the summer of 1966, when I was in the Navy, my ship had a liberty call in Beirut. After a long afternoon playing drinking games (Budweiser) with guys from my division at the Hilton Hotel, one of my shipmates & I returned to the departure/landing area in a cab owned by some poor Lebanese. A very clean black MB with a nice red leather interior. While driving back, my poor friend vomited all over the back seat of the car. The guy was livid.
Once we stopped, my friend got out the right rear door and wandered off while I tried to calm the driver down with a couple of whatever the currency was. He sure was mad. But I gave him some money and walked off myself looking for my shipmate. Couldn't find him until I went to the dock area where shore patrol was and there he was semi comatose and wearing a life jacket. Poor guy ended up on report and escorted on the boat ride back to the ship by shore patrol. Think he got 30 days restriction.

Back in those days, Beirut was a clean, thriving city. That's before it was destroyed the FIRST time.

What a tragedy!