In constant pursuit of the Great American Guffaw.
But I can do a 180.
Why not? You judged her as a judger.
..and her name is Gawd.
That’s Dog. All kneel to Dog.
Took some advice from Leo, did you? Don’t you know by now how that always ends up?
Heh.. great memories. My shoes didn’t make me bleed but I most certainly did get a heel stress fracture. Some of us started off marching a little too “goose step,” pounding our heels down. Learned not to do that the hard way.
Were you in training? It was boot camp for me; 16 weeks. Not much time for off base anyway, but the chits were it until graduation for us.
We got “chits” at MCRD in 1964. Not helpful off base.