Last edited by Stephanie B; 04-14-2024 at 08:09 PM.
If we have to march off into the next world, let us walk there on the bodies of our enemies.
When we returned CONUS, after several hiccups regarding travel, the staff basically threw in towel and said “too late, come back to the armory at 0500 for turn-in.” So we had about four hours to try sleep in the “holdover” hootches.
Booze appeared. No one slept.
Legend says that 120+ liquored-up Marines finally broke the souls at the Regiment’s armory and they just took our weapons outright. I don’t remember it so I can’t verify.
To the OP, definitely some inattentive PAO at fault. Although the “I Eat Ass” thing is hilarious.
"Government is not reason, it is not eloquence, it is force; like fire, a troublesome servant and a fearful master"