Rick O'Shay
New member
Since we are already WAY off topic, and I don't care because I started the darned thread anyway, I want to share a little "Jarhead" story.
A few years ago I finally decided to go back to school full-time and finish my degree, and being in my late 30's at the time I consider myself pretty brave to do so, and now very happy I did. Anyway, I had just started back and was re-taking some Freshman level course I had stopped going to years before and struck up a friendship with a newly discharged young Marine in the class. As you can imagine our conversations provided great mirth to the youngsters in the class with us, and at times I am sure they thought we were about to come to blows. Y'all know how it is with fellow Vets!
Anyway, one day before class he and I were trading verbal barbs back and forth with gusto, and I happened to land a stunning blow. Before my friend could respond, some newly graduated-from-high school kid said, "You just got burned Jarhead!"
Steve, my buddy, stopped laughing, turned, and fixed the youngster with a terrible glare. The kid literally wilted in front of my eyes! After a few seconds, probably a lifetime for the hapless kid, Steve finally turned back to me and gave back to me just as well as I had given him. The kid, and all the other kids in that room learned the lesson that, "You Have to Earn the Right to Call a Man A Jarhead."
A few years ago I finally decided to go back to school full-time and finish my degree, and being in my late 30's at the time I consider myself pretty brave to do so, and now very happy I did. Anyway, I had just started back and was re-taking some Freshman level course I had stopped going to years before and struck up a friendship with a newly discharged young Marine in the class. As you can imagine our conversations provided great mirth to the youngsters in the class with us, and at times I am sure they thought we were about to come to blows. Y'all know how it is with fellow Vets!
Anyway, one day before class he and I were trading verbal barbs back and forth with gusto, and I happened to land a stunning blow. Before my friend could respond, some newly graduated-from-high school kid said, "You just got burned Jarhead!"
Steve, my buddy, stopped laughing, turned, and fixed the youngster with a terrible glare. The kid literally wilted in front of my eyes! After a few seconds, probably a lifetime for the hapless kid, Steve finally turned back to me and gave back to me just as well as I had given him. The kid, and all the other kids in that room learned the lesson that, "You Have to Earn the Right to Call a Man A Jarhead."
