So when the Marine Corps was duly authorized, they started recruiting at Tun’s Tavern. A guy walks in, talks to the recruiter, signs on the dotted line and is told to wait in the back alley. He goes out and sits down on the curb.
A few minutes go by and another fellow comes out to join him. The new guy says, “What’s the deal with this chickenshit outfit, anyway?”
The first guy says, “Son, sit down and let me tell you how it was in the Old Corps!”
Semper Fi to my fellow Devil Dogs!
Don’t you mean glory hounds?
🙂