[i][green]Hey Everyone,
It was 1989 and I was a Marine LCpl assigned to ship security detail during the WestPac. We would stand 8 hours on, 8 hours off. While off, you were part of the reactionary force for Security Alerts. If one sounded, you had to report to the ship's security office(I don't recall the title).You were then directed to a post. If real, you got loaded mags. Two man teams, one A2, and one M9.
Security Alert! Security Alert! All hands stand fast!" When I got to the office, I was handed a loaded mag! Oh, sh*t! This is for real! My partner and I were off, running at top speed. Enroute to our post, a Sailor in a kaki uniform was standing in our path. I screamed,"Gangway! Make a hole!" He acknowledged me with a glance, but didn't move. I moved him. Hard.
Now, I should point out that ships are made from heavy steel and so is just about everything on them, like say, a fire hose support welded to the wall. They are big, heavy, and apparently pretty sharp if you're thrown into one...face first...
After checking his ID, we were off to our post. Nothing happened, so we return to the office to turn in our magazines. Standing outside is a Commander with a towel on his forehead, covered in blood. He started screaming at the Petty Officer in charge,"That's him! That's the fuc*ing Jarhead that assulted me!" Needless to say, I was disarmed and taken into custody. Chasers assigned, I was escorted to "Officer's Country", and a position of attention outside the Ship's Captain's door. First to pass on the way in was my Bn CO,without saying a word. My chasers were happy to pointed out that I was fuc*ed, after he had passed. Next came my Platoon CO, a silver spoon Lt., who hated me. Something about my asking if getting his degree in English was as hard as in Basketweaving. When he couldn't speak and started sputtering out words, I informed him that it sounded like his college education was money well spent...No sense of humor...He shook his head on the way in. The chasers agreed that I was deffinitely fuc*ed. Finally, the Commander I hit, showed up in a fresh uniform with a bandage around his head, and in he went. My partner was also called in. Eventually it was my turn. I reported to the Captain. He looked calm, and in a low voice said, "Marine tell me what happened." The Commander who was standing off to the side with the others burst out, "He assaulted me! That's what happened! Forty-three stitches! That's what happened!" The Captain cast a glance at him and he quieted. I told him what had happened. I was ordered back to the hall, and my partner dismissed. My chasers were talking about food in the brig. Eventually, I was called back in. Standing at attention in front of the Captain's desk,I looked at my Lt.Col. for reaction. His face was stone. My heart sank. The Captain looked up at me and said,"You did what you were suppose to do. Keep up the good work. Dismissed."
I didn't see the Commander for a while. Then, on another Security Alert, a drill, I saw him, while running to my post. He had a pink scar running from the middle of his forehead, down around his eye, stopping near his ear. When he saw me, he literally threw himself against the bulkhead as I passed...
[marines]
[newbie]
Respectfully,
Harry[(:)][/i][/green]