February 2nd, 2017, 02:39 PM
Join Date: May 2016
Location: Big Sky Country
Standing at the bar in the enlisted club in Phu Bai, a hand grabed me roughly by the shoulder, spun me around, and I was facing a 6 foot tall 210 lb Marine, that said "Lookin' for trouble"? It took me about 10 seconds to recognize a guy from my neighborhood that we called "Gorilla". He shaved twice a day at 15, and though he was 2 years younger, he always bought beer when we were underage. Needless to say, I rounded up some extra beer, and we had more than our 2 beer limit. He was immediately adjacent in the Marine camp, and just a little concertina wire between us. We went back to my hootch, and he went nuts because we had mattresses. Drunk as skunks, we decided to get him a mattress. The last time I saw him that night, guards were chasing both of us, and he was trying to get the mattress over/under/through the wire. He made it home safe and sound with his new mattress.
Last edited by Rich D; February 2nd, 2017 at 03:20 PM.