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I was just talking to a father with a son in the Navy who is going back tomorrow (and you know where) after a two week leave.
We got to talking about the bumpersticker I have that reads "Okay, we admit it; The Marines are a Department of the Navy ... The MEN'S Department!", and he said he had been in the Navy and attached to a six man team (my fellow Marines will know what that is).
He proceeded to tell me a story of how he and a fellow Squid had to go through Marine AT when assigned even after 5 years in the Navy .... remember this is a Squid telling the story and you know how Sailors are notorious for their stories.
The story goes that he and his buddy, a boy from the backwoods hollars of Kentucky found themselves lost in a sea of Marines and one Gunny who had their number and rode them to hell and back during their AT.
Both decided to get even with the Gunny and while out on bivouac they snare a raccoon and intended on tossing into the Gunny's tent in the middle of the night.
At 3am they proceeded to toss said raccoon into said tent, except it wasn't said tent. It was the unit Commander's tent.
And it was on, the wailing and crashing and cursing ... later that morning as they were running in full packs and rifles over their heads, they both said we should have known which was the right tent..........
As I was laughing I told him first off 3am is no time to find a Gunny in a tent, he won't be there and secondly if he was I'd pity the poor raccoon.
We got to talking about the bumpersticker I have that reads "Okay, we admit it; The Marines are a Department of the Navy ... The MEN'S Department!", and he said he had been in the Navy and attached to a six man team (my fellow Marines will know what that is).
He proceeded to tell me a story of how he and a fellow Squid had to go through Marine AT when assigned even after 5 years in the Navy .... remember this is a Squid telling the story and you know how Sailors are notorious for their stories.
The story goes that he and his buddy, a boy from the backwoods hollars of Kentucky found themselves lost in a sea of Marines and one Gunny who had their number and rode them to hell and back during their AT.
Both decided to get even with the Gunny and while out on bivouac they snare a raccoon and intended on tossing into the Gunny's tent in the middle of the night.
At 3am they proceeded to toss said raccoon into said tent, except it wasn't said tent. It was the unit Commander's tent.
And it was on, the wailing and crashing and cursing ... later that morning as they were running in full packs and rifles over their heads, they both said we should have known which was the right tent..........
As I was laughing I told him first off 3am is no time to find a Gunny in a tent, he won't be there and secondly if he was I'd pity the poor raccoon.
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