desoto said:
I'd have to say it's almost worth joining just for the M.C. Ball each year... Crazy times...
Once upon a time, a long time ago, (10 November 1979) at a duty station far, far away(HQMC Air Support Detachment, Washington, D.C., the Commandant's planes) there was a cake cutting ceremony of epic proportions:
As the left escort for the Color Guard, I had a front row view. We had had dinner, and had partaken of much wine. Those of us participating in the ceremony who considered it an honor, restrained ourselves. Those who didn't... well, we'll see.
Time for the cake cutting ceremony. The Color Guard marches out and and takes a left center position. Then comes two files of SNCO's to form the arch of swords for the cake. They face together, draw swords and form the arch. We present colors, and here comes the cake, escorted by the youngest Marine present, PFC McLaughlin (druggie), Cpl Romano (female shitbird), and two other Marines. They take up position in front of the head table, and everyone goes to parade rest. The Guest of Honor, some long winded bastard, tries to set some kind of record while speaking. He finally finishes up.
The following happens in fairly rapid succession: One of the SNCO's passes out, keeling over backward and starts twitching. Cpl Romano starts heaving, and blows chunks all over the cake, and starts to run from the room. As she passes the passed out Staff Sergeant, she blows chunks all over him. I am straining mightily to not bust out laughing.
The ceremony continued as best we could, we even cut the cake for the oldest and youngest Marines present. They declined to try it, of course. The rest of the evening went off pretty good, but the classic TRUE sea story was born.
Semper Fi
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