Easy there Sparky!!! USMC is part of the Navy.
Plenty of friendly rivalry and scars to show for it. None on me, I was too good.
It's sometimes too fun to start some stuff and step back. One time I went out to shoot some pool at my local hangout. 3 dudes needed a 4th guy to play teams. No problem. The bartender (who knew me) hooked us all up. Military conversation cranked up and I just went quiet and took a seat and let them 3 go. One feller was 1st Recon (Marine). The other 2 were Army. One a Ranger and the other Green Beret. All 3 active. They all got to fussin on one another and I'm still sitting back enjoying the show. Then they all turn to me all quiet and stuff.
We had the pool table for the night so no one was going to mess with us. But they all 3 turned their attention to me having said nothing the whole time and they wanted my input. Feeling spry I huddled us 4 into a corner for a whisper and asked if any of them knew anything about Navy Special Warfare Command - more especially - OPERATORS. That little huddle busted right up - ooowaahhh!! And, they start comparing scars from fights with SEALs. I went back to my seat and watched the show. One of the boncers comes over "Hey E, you need to tell your boys to cool it". Weren't no problem. I didn't pay for a drink or a pool game all night.
Sometimes it's good when your reputation precedes you. Also good when you're in a biker bar and everyone knows you.
No problems. Nothing happened.
My biker buddies were cool with me although I didn't ride. I did have a wicked fast Mustang black on black convertible with 5.0 HO that was doctored up. They liked me. Them fellers were like "my 7 foot Klingon crew".
Too fun. That was circa 89 when that happened.
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