The barracks at the (bowel) Movement Center on Camp Pendleton. This is where they keep all the Jarheads that have orders overseas until they get enough guys together to fill a 747. It was an old 3 story flattop squadbay building that had been condemned a few years earlier. Only about half of the toilets worked, and the showers clogged up almost as soon as you turned the water on, so you got to take a shower up to your ankles in gray funk water.
Lance Corporals and below had to do working parties everyday, but I was a Corporal, so aside from one memorable day when I got to oversee a punishment detail, I skyed out to Mission Beach everyday and worked on my tan and my Foster's Lager tolerance with a Sergeant who went halves on the rental car with me.
Lance Corporals and below did not have off-base liberty priveleges, so the only thing for them to do after their working parties was to walk the mile or so to the E Club and get hammered. Then they'd stumble back to the barracks and puke on the deck or piss in each other's wall lockers, mistaking them for urinals because of the smell, I suppose.
Then they'd spend the next day on a punishment detail...
Oh, and I spent 17 days there, waiting for enough guys to check in to fill a plane to Japan.