Matt308
Glock Perfection
At the suggestion of CCheese, how about a thread that contains your humor in uniform stories. Stories of incredulity, shame, embarrassment, triumph at the expense of others or perhaps down right boorish behavior. Anything you got would make a good read.
My old man was posted in Okinawa as a Marine Sgt. For those not familiar with Okinawa in the mid-1950s, most everyone strung their laundry out to dry on clothes lines. Well, a local man took a liking to my dad, and invited him into his family for meals, tea... and entirely too much Saki. This gentlemen, whom dad just called Papa-san, liked my dad's company so much, that he let my dad use his motorized scooter. Well after a night of gambling and drinking, things got out of hand and the MPs arrived at the local club. My dad, the ever resourceful Marine, took it upon himself to jump on his newly acquired 50cc superbike, taunt the MPs with a one finger salute and began peddling to assist his quick get away. The MPs followed intent on correcting my dad's poor salute form. Dad realized that his powerful scooter must be defective and was not going to outrun the MP's jeep this night. So between houses he turns his racing scooter to instantly and irrevocably garote himself, Hollywood style, on a local's clothesline. Needless to say, he was informed of the proper salute technique.
My old man was posted in Okinawa as a Marine Sgt. For those not familiar with Okinawa in the mid-1950s, most everyone strung their laundry out to dry on clothes lines. Well, a local man took a liking to my dad, and invited him into his family for meals, tea... and entirely too much Saki. This gentlemen, whom dad just called Papa-san, liked my dad's company so much, that he let my dad use his motorized scooter. Well after a night of gambling and drinking, things got out of hand and the MPs arrived at the local club. My dad, the ever resourceful Marine, took it upon himself to jump on his newly acquired 50cc superbike, taunt the MPs with a one finger salute and began peddling to assist his quick get away. The MPs followed intent on correcting my dad's poor salute form. Dad realized that his powerful scooter must be defective and was not going to outrun the MP's jeep this night. So between houses he turns his racing scooter to instantly and irrevocably garote himself, Hollywood style, on a local's clothesline. Needless to say, he was informed of the proper salute technique.