Somedays you realize

I caught her in '82 at the Eagles Nest in Seattle and later that night ran into her and Ricky Byrd at a bar down the block a few hours later. Same bar I met Lemmy in later on..... pretty much a dive too.
 
I caught her in '82 at the Eagles Nest in Seattle and later that night ran into her and Ricky Byrd at a bar down the block a few hours later. Same bar I met Lemmy in later on..... pretty much a dive too.

I've never met Lemmy in any place that wasn't a dive or a nasty, nasty strip and/or live-sex club (and I've met him multiple times, in many of those places). Lemmy rules.
 
In the summer of 78 I was a huge Runaway fan and a buddy and I followed them around the NY/NJ/PA area going to every show. We saw them in every dive joint in the tri state area and 1st or 2nd row each night. Well after about two weeks of this Joan looks directly at me mid song proceeds to get right in my face and screaming into the mike says "I remember you". Made my summer! :love:
 
Man you guys are old.


Old is a state of mind... check out this young 75 year old, about to leave for his second tour.
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That's proof positive that we medical corps personel are tougher than any of you glory hound SOB's :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

Doc.
 
I think it shows more how poor planning results in calling up 75 year olds.
 
This of course reminds me of a sea story. :whistling: During my first hitch the US was still drafting MD's. Trapper John and Hawkeye Pierce actually existed. Finest damn doctors I ever met. They were an irreverent bunch of bastards, but if anyone was going to cut me open, better them, than the lifers we had back then. When the draft ended the brain drain was obvious. Things changed of course as we moved to a proffesional armed service. But I missed those guys. They hated the Navy,but they'd drink and party with us and treated us with respect.

Doc.
 
The draft was just about over when I went in and the last of those types was waiting to finish their time. They all seemed to have either long sideburns and somewhat illegal moustaches.

On a side note, there were still some WWII vets in the service then and some of those knew and did more then I even dreamed about. I had a SgtMaj who went to a segragated Marine boot camp in 1936 because his one grandmother was Indian. After just over 38 years in the Corps he retired and I heard he died just a few years later. SgtMaj. Mike D. Mervosh (Iron Mike) was the FMFPAC SgtMaj and retired after over 19 years in grade in '77. He joined in '42, was made Company Commander on Iwo Jima after all the officers and senior enlisted were killed, was reduced back to enlisted, made SgtMaj in Korea (with only 13 years in), was reduced again after the war due to the force reduction and made SgtMaj again. You don't find these kind of men anymore.
 
F**kin' A... China Marines and Battleship sailors and Havana was the best liberty port in the world. Sorry I missed it.

Doc.
 
I can't imagine Havana being better then Subic but I wouldn't turn down R&R in either. :thumbs:
 
40 was a snap. I could still pass the Marine corps fitness test. 55 is the bitch. I can't get out of my own way. Have to get up to pee in the middle of the nite. And I rarely pass up a restroom anymore. there's more, but I don't want to depress you.

Doc.

We spent our currency in our youth like we were wealthy. Now we're paying the tab. Joan doesn't look like she saved much either. I wouldn't have done it any other way.
 
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