MiamiCubano
El Martillo (My Boxing Name)
Got this email this morning, got a chuckle, and wanted to share:
Doc Saved Me -
Was reminded of The Brown Bag and it brought to mind a funny memory I wanted to share. I was in the USMC Reserves and we had gone to Norway for Battle Griffin. After a (losing) bout with some fine Norwegian liquor, I fell down a slippery slope and damn near snapped my ankle in two. Since it was our last night there and everything was packed up, the Doc wrapped me up and told me to go to the Doc when we got back to Cherry Point. The Doc at the Point decided I needed a cast on my leg, so I got one. That night, we decided to go down to Lejeune and ended up at the Brown Bag. I had this cast on my damn leg and the only place to sit, comfortably, was by the stage. So, I did and then just propped up on the stage steps.
There was some sweet little honey dancing on stage and, as she came off the stage, she asked to sign my cast. She found a marker and wrote, in large, clear writing, "Thanks for a great night, Love XX. (Don't remember her name at this point.) The next morning they called us into formation and told us we were going home. I was married at the time and had a very jealous wife waiting for me at home. My first thought was about how I couldn't go home with this goddamn cast on my leg. She would have killed me if she saw what was written on it. So, I had to go back over to the Doc and beg him to cut that friggen cast off. It took me 45 minutes of begging to get him to do it. Long story short- that Navy Doc saved me, at least temporarily, from getting divorced. That place was a dump but we had a lot of fun there!
Barry V.
Doc Saved Me -
Was reminded of The Brown Bag and it brought to mind a funny memory I wanted to share. I was in the USMC Reserves and we had gone to Norway for Battle Griffin. After a (losing) bout with some fine Norwegian liquor, I fell down a slippery slope and damn near snapped my ankle in two. Since it was our last night there and everything was packed up, the Doc wrapped me up and told me to go to the Doc when we got back to Cherry Point. The Doc at the Point decided I needed a cast on my leg, so I got one. That night, we decided to go down to Lejeune and ended up at the Brown Bag. I had this cast on my damn leg and the only place to sit, comfortably, was by the stage. So, I did and then just propped up on the stage steps.
There was some sweet little honey dancing on stage and, as she came off the stage, she asked to sign my cast. She found a marker and wrote, in large, clear writing, "Thanks for a great night, Love XX. (Don't remember her name at this point.) The next morning they called us into formation and told us we were going home. I was married at the time and had a very jealous wife waiting for me at home. My first thought was about how I couldn't go home with this goddamn cast on my leg. She would have killed me if she saw what was written on it. So, I had to go back over to the Doc and beg him to cut that friggen cast off. It took me 45 minutes of begging to get him to do it. Long story short- that Navy Doc saved me, at least temporarily, from getting divorced. That place was a dump but we had a lot of fun there!
Barry V.
