I was at Bliss for about 6 months in 98-99. Juarez was off limits back then too. Soldiers were going over there, and not coming back. We went anyway. It was $10 to get into the club and drink free all night. They called it "drink and drown".
This guy (I'll call him dumb ass) who was with us started a fight with a marine outside of the club. One of Juarez finest policia was standing about 10 feet away. He walked over and grabbed dumb ass' wrist to try to cuff him.
We were literally standing about 25 feet from the bridge to the U.S. So dumb ass jerked his arm away from the cop, and made a run for the bridge. Well, the bridge sort of bowed over so once he got beyond the halfway point we lost sight of him. We thought he made it.
A few seconds later we see dumb ass running back across the bridge towards us with 4 Mexican cops on his heels, and the first cop was at the base of the bridge waiting for him. One of the cops caught up to him, and kicked his foot causing him to hit the ground. The 5 cops proceeded to beat the shit out of him, cuffed him, and took him away. There wasn't a damn thing that we could do.
The next day was Sunday. We were freaking out because we thought dumb ass might be dead, or facing hard time en la pinta. We were going to have to explain to our chain of command what happened so somebody could get this mother fkr out of Mexico. We thought we were fkd for sure.
Well, that afternoon while we were contemplating our story, dumb ass walked into the barracks. He looked like he'd been dragged through hell. He said that after they beat him they took him to jail. They made him dig ditches until late morning, and let him go.
Fkn Juarez.