I was a military brat growing up and I was almost caught on base smoking. I was 16 years old and of course out of all my friends it was I that always had the weed. I was the only one with a damn job of course. Well for 3 months straight every day we would go to the middle of the military subdivision I lived in and we would smoke out of a 3 foot bong in this wooded area. We carried it in a backpack. Ya I know. I wasn't a very bright 16 year old. It was me and 5 other people this time. I was right in the middle of this massive bong rip and my friend turns to me and says: "5-0 dude 5-0 put that shit away". I was so blazed that I didn't realize what he had said. He took the bong out of my hands and put it in his backpack. When I realized what was going on I put my bag under my skate board I was sitting on and lit up a cigarette. It was an SP. The Air Force Equivalent of an Military Policeman. It went a little like this:
SP: "What the hell are you guys doing back here".
Me: "Just smoking cigarettes. We do this after school before our parents get home."
SP: "Well people are complaining that you guys are smoking something other than cigarettes."
Me: "No sir. I'm not one of those loser types. I just smoke cigarettes."
SP: "O.K." (He started to walk away and then came back with a concerned look on his face)
SP: "How old are guys?"
Me: "I'm turning 18 next week (Lying my ass off and my friends said they were 16)
SP: "You kids should quit smoking the cigarettes. That shit will kill you. Have a good day"

Holy fuck I had never been so scared and stupid in my entire life. From then on I only smoked really early in the morning before I went to the bus stop. Like 6:00 or 6:30. SP's weren't around all that much that early.