Yeah we had a guy like that as second ranking NCO in our shop, he had gotten a stripper pregnant and married her. She had to quit stripping but never quit meth, he had terrific struggles trying to keep her alive and out of hospital.
He finally was transferred to a duty assignment which wasn't as demanding as ours, he couldn't handle her and the job both.
But, I have to admit, being an infantry in the USMC in the early to mid '80s was a whole lot like being in a frat and partying out in town from sundown to very early morning. Every night. Except weekends where we just never came back to the barracks.
Spent most of my working hours learning how to manage a hangover.
Everyone's mileage varies don't it. I was in SAC in the 70s, worked on nuke missiles, never left CONUS. Worked a lot of hundred hour weeks but basically enjoyed the constant training and stuff.
We also had times where it was a technician job, like a civilian too except with uniforms and inspections and accountability and like that. Drinking wasn't a problem but it was expected, you had to attend sessions at the NCO club and buy a round when your turn showed up. Or be a pariah, some of us were pariahs but we were good on the Job so we were left alone.
My Shop Chief was a bartender on base, he sometimes gave us briefings there, we were subject to dispatch to missile sites. But he had to brief us on all after hours call-outs, so you'd stop by the club, he'd brief you while pouring beers and you'd go load your equipment and then head out to the missile site.
That poor retard is being used by that fugly witch but others would have used him too so there's that.
Dude reminds me of so many boots that came into the fleet when I was a Marine.
Fall in love with the first stripper that smiles at them and throw all their money at her.
The really sad and stupid ones married up on it and lost everything.
Thanks for your Service.
Yeah we had a guy like that as second ranking NCO in our shop, he had gotten a stripper pregnant and married her. She had to quit stripping but never quit meth, he had terrific struggles trying to keep her alive and out of hospital.
He finally was transferred to a duty assignment which wasn't as demanding as ours, he couldn't handle her and the job both.
Thank you for your service.
But, I have to admit, being an infantry in the USMC in the early to mid '80s was a whole lot like being in a frat and partying out in town from sundown to very early morning. Every night. Except weekends where we just never came back to the barracks.
Spent most of my working hours learning how to manage a hangover.
Everyone's mileage varies don't it. I was in SAC in the 70s, worked on nuke missiles, never left CONUS. Worked a lot of hundred hour weeks but basically enjoyed the constant training and stuff.
We also had times where it was a technician job, like a civilian too except with uniforms and inspections and accountability and like that. Drinking wasn't a problem but it was expected, you had to attend sessions at the NCO club and buy a round when your turn showed up. Or be a pariah, some of us were pariahs but we were good on the Job so we were left alone.
My Shop Chief was a bartender on base, he sometimes gave us briefings there, we were subject to dispatch to missile sites. But he had to brief us on all after hours call-outs, so you'd stop by the club, he'd brief you while pouring beers and you'd go load your equipment and then head out to the missile site.
Different times. This was my toy-set.
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