Fw: Some memories of the so called Old Corps"

["Don Greenlaw" <dgreenlaw@cox.net>]

Forwarded. Many of these things no
longer exist, in our present day Corps,
but, make no mistake, our Marines
are as good today and in some cases
better, than "our breed of cat".

I really do miss those "junk on the
bunk" inspections.

Semper fi,
Don Greenlaw
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Subject: Some memories of the so called Old Corps"


There are a TON of memories here, for you Marines. S/F Max

 Sent: 1/18/2012 10:46:48 A.M. Central Standard Time
 Subj: Some memories of the so called Old Corps"





 Some memories of the so called âOld Corpsâ





 Some or all of these may not apply to the other branches of service but 
they

 are right on for the Marine Corps, except we had about sixty in the squad

 bay (living area for those who do not know what a squad bay is).



 Oh the good old days.



 Semper Fi



 > Some things are funny....but some things are funny and TRUE!!!!

 >

 > =====================

 >

 > WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU MISS THE GOOD OLD DAYS IN THE CORPS

 >

 > Start wearing boxer shorts again.  Find some where the fly gaps open in

 > front and that bunch up in the crotch.

 >

 > Wear shower shoes around the house instead of slippers.  Sleep in your

 > underwear.

 >

 > Borrow  a metal supply cabinet from work and keep everything you own in

 > it.

 >

 > Rent a roll-a-way bed with a three inch mattress that sags in the 
center.

 > Sleep in the recreation room and share the room with twenty other guys.

 > Make sure that several of them are drunks that stumble in at all hours 
of

 > the night.

 >

 > Throw away your alarm clock.  Have your wife turn on the lights at 0530

 > each morning and throw a GI can across the room.

 >

 > Jump out of bed, shave, shower and brush your teeth in fifteen minutes.

 > Make sure the drunks used the bathroom the night before.

 >

 > Turn to on police call and clean the bathroom.  For added realism,

 > sprinkle the area liberally with pubic hairs.

 >

 > You and the kids stand in line for meals and eat off of steel trays. 
Have

 > your wife serve S.O.S. every morning using a two gallon dipper on toast

 > thatâs three hours old.  Drink milk from a coffee cup.

 >

 > Spend three hours spit-shining your dress shoes.  When you get to work,

 > have your boss sneer and ask if you shined them with a Hershey Bar.

 >

 > Stand a weekly personnel inspection in the middle of the yard.  Be sure 
to

 > water the grass the night before so that the wet grass completely ruins

 > your spit-shine.

 >

 > Once a month stand guard duty in your back yard.  Make sure that thereâs

 > absolutely nothing on your post that needs protecting.   Hire a pimple

 > faced college kid to sneak up on you and try to catch you sleeping. 
Then

 > have him grill you your general orders.

 >

 >  Spend three weeks preparing for a âJunk on the Bunkâ inspection.  Make

 > sure that everything you own is name stamped and all âIrish Pennantsâ 
have

 > been removed.  Have your wife hold at least three preliminary 
inspections.

 > During this time live in one set of clothes so that the rest of it doesnât

 > get messed up.

 >

 > On the final day, lay out all your clothes in a precise military (?)

 > manner with the name stamps showing.  Have your boss come over two hours

 > later, look at the display for five minutes and ask you, âWhereâs the

 > stick you stirred this mess (sh_t) up with?â

 >

 > Ask your local Recruiter to come over in his Dress Blues, act like heâs

 > your best friend in the world and ask you to reenlist.

 >






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