I just watched a movie called “Send in the Marines” or “Here come the Marines,” or some such. Probably nothing that the Commandant would want shown at a Birthday Ball, but fun, anyway.
There was a scene in which the protaginist, a Marine Corporal, picked a fight with a Sailor, a Radar Specialist Second Class (RD2). The RD was called an Operations Specialist while I was active because it included the ratings of Radar and Oceanographer’s Mate. Now it is called something else, G-d knows what.
Anyway, a huge fight broke out between the Sailors and Marines, one group trying to throw the other out of the bar, just like real life. Then the US Army Military Police (MP) entered the bar. The Marines and Sailors then banded together and threw the MP’s out of the bar, just like real life.
Brings back many good memories. Those were the days, my friend, we though they’d never end. I can remember the Gunnery Sergeant and I (the Doc) crawling under a table, drinking our beers and watching the melee.
Just like Warren’s Arab friend said, “Me against my brother. Attack my brother, my brother and I against the world.” If you’ve ever watched your children, you know this to be true.
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