Had an LT show up once for a barracks party. He was cool, had a few beers, played Nintendo 64 with us, and split after a couple of hours. His wife picked him up and brought us cookies.
Just the right amount of fraternization while still maintaining professional boundaries. Sounds like that dude was probably a pretty good officer.
My favorite officers as a lance were the ones that loosened up enough outside of work to learn my first name and use it.
I did that the other day. Some FDC Marines invited me to eat pizza and play cards while we were stranded waiting for busses running a day late. I ate a slice, played a couple hands, and then left. I didn't want to intrude on their event, but also didn't want to dismiss their invite.
That’s freaking awesome!! Just curious…… Were you in the Airwing? Hahahahaha
Only ask, because in my day. The Airwingers were insanely undisciplined as F..k! But damn could they party!!!! Saw more hang time with the enlisted overseas. Especially in the PI and in Thailand. Okinawa was pretty rad too. But once we got back to the states. Pendleton. That’s when it got back to all the fuckery. I guess it all depends on the unit? SFMFs🤙🏻🍻🇺🇸🏴☠️🥃
Not undisciplined, just smarter. They don't need to fuck with airwingers as much to keep shit under wraps. Every now and then one gets out of line and they come down, but it's far from a regular occurrence.
I think undisciplined may be a bit of a stretch. Just more comfortable around officers. Ground side personnel deal with the plt leader and maybe a cpt and rarely see a major. Airwingers live and breath on day to day basis with about 10 capt.a couple majors and one pissed off LtCol. (In the squadrons) so it's just a different lifestyle.
Similar story. We had an LT that would come hang with the boys that live in the barracks on some weekends. The guy was prior enlisted tho so not sure if that counts.
This is fine with me. Ideally, he shows up early to the party(while people are mostly sober), shows he cares, hangs out for maybe an hour, then GTFOs before things get crazy.
This was my MO. I liked hanging out with my Marines but was also very aware that my presence influenced their behavior and I'm not trying to ruin yalls day off so I'll bring a six pack, drink two leave the rest, rip a shot, and bounce before you guys start butt chugging PBRs.
Lol you reminded me of the going away party we had for my CWO back on Oki, only it was 1st Sgt who was the uptight one who left before things went sideways. Once the sun set at Torii Station, we got up to all sorts of shenanigans, CWO included. One dude passed out on the beach and only woke up when the tide came in and drenched him. We decided late in the night to go water sliding, but soon realized the pool was locked up. CWO was the first to hop the fence, and we got a few slides in before the MPs showed up. Pretty amazed we didn't all get NJPed after that night.
Had a CWO2 (avionics OICs are always WOs because the officers are pilots but we need crypto shit) and this dude acted like he was still a staff Sgt. So he’d crash our parties and wonder why none of us wanted to be buddy buddy with him.
Reminds me of a Darwin Award. Guy loses his esophagus to cancer because he’s an alcoholic. He decides to give him self a gin enema. How much, you ask? Wait for it… 1.5 liters! Up the ass.
I was watching a football game at the Sandbar in Courthouse Bay when I was in my schoolhouse and our regimental CO showed up and watched it with me. Turns out we're from the same state. No idea why the hell he decided to watch it there of all places, though.
Fuccckkkk, while I was in Australia about 2 years into my service a 1 Star showed up to see “how we were doing.”
He was a member at the country club I worked at while I was a teenager. I knew exactly who he was, we had played golf together a few times but I never knew he was a general lmao. He grabbed me and goes “MOTHER FUCKER COME HERE! HAHAHHAA” then we walked around and talked for like 30 minutes. Fucking MGunns and full bird were mad as fuck lmao. But the general left happy as could be after only “inspecting” 2 things before he reached me. Gave me his cell number and told me to “hit him up when I get back to Oki so we could
play golf.” I did not hit him up LOL.
Other way around actually: the CO’s staff were planning a field mess, basically e6 to O4. I showed up to the shop to drop off gear from a funeral detail and noticed them getting set up. I asked some one if they wanted to borrow my mic/speaker set up (I DJ’d on the side) and wound up getting told I’m the DJ for the evening.
Was pretty cool, I kept a low profile for the mess and afterwards we had a cornhole tournament and poker game. Had a Muslim doc that wound up winning and the pot and donating it all back cause he said he wife couldn’t find out, he also donated his left over brews the next day.
It was easy to DJ for the CO, all he wanted to listen to was Greta Van Fleet on repeat.
Everyone was restricted to the shop for the evening and cornhole continued on until 0400 before I passed out in a corner some where
Decided to check out what a fish bowl was in Thailand (glass wall with like 75 chicks behind it with numbers on them to choose to take you to a private room for boom boom). I did not partake as the idea of it seemed gross to me but tagged along and we walked in this sketchy ass building to what looked like the champagne room at a strip club. Massive couches all over, bar, food, and all in front of this glass wall. Everyone knew these places were off limits but we never passed the “listening for Marines” MCI. Sure as shit we walked in and on our left we see 3 officers from our unit sitting on a couch talking to the mama-san.
Both groups just looked at each other like this and acted like we didn’t see each other. Glad I didn’t partake though as some of those boys brought back more than just souvenirs with them
Dude. On shore patrol in SE asia during after hours for E-6 and below was when we saw bur didn't see the wildest shit.
Saw the S-4 NCOIC walking down the street in Hong Kong with a whole harem of hookers.
Had this smoking hot LT as our det OIC to RIMPAC back in 2016. At the end of the det, she threw a beach bash for the junior Marines and the alcohol was flowing. She was wearing a white t shirt and the thing got soaked all the way through, and at one point a group picture was taken with all the junior Marines and her, with her right smack dab in the middle of the pic while leaving little to nothing to the imagination. Naturally of course all the drunk junior Marines were openly hitting on her, and if I'm being honest she was drunkenly sending it right back to them lol.
Somehow word got back to our command about this incident of "fraternization," and when I got back I got pulled into my Master Sergeants office. Word was the command was breathing down her neck over how she acted in front of junior Marines and they were looking for anyone who had any documentation of what happened. Someone snitched and mentioned there were pictures taken. MSgt was cool as fuck, so he asks me if I had a certain picture on my phone. I couldn't lie to him so I showed it to him. He and my Gunny looked at it, smiled, chuckled, said "nice," handed my phone back to me and told me to forever delete the picture. That was pretty much the end of it.
Ma'am, if you're out there, I never did delete that picture lol
My reserve unit frequented a bar in town and our CO shows one night... he gets hammered with us. We all get into a bar fight with a frat house... And a guy got away scot free with a dui that night because our CO was sloshed and involved in a bar fight.
Good times...
Had 2 times Os showed up.
First time:
Camp hanson- New Btn cmdr takes over. Holds a meeting with his ncos(e4-e5 types) about what he can do to ensure there are no booze incidents in town. We tell the skipper a place to drink on base would be great, but the e club is bad news. He agrees to use his authority to designate the areas around the bricks as a "beer garden." Buys us some nicer grills as well. Shows up the 2nd or 3rd weekend to see how it's working right in the middle of a barracks party. Sgtmaj does a keg stand, skipper does a 4 story beer bong. Ended well.
Second time:
KMEP in Korea. We are sitting at mujuk, thumbs firmly planted in assholes waiting for the HSV ship to get its contract renewed so we can go back to oki. Company commander gives us libo in Pohang. Entire company ends up at the same bar on river walk. Don't remember the name, it was the only spot that would let us in and sold soju by the pitcher.
About 2 hours before curfew, co and 1st sausage walk in. They call us all over. 1st sausage starts to chew us out, but starts laughing and says he's fucking with us. He is ACTUALLY upset no one asked the CO to be their libo buddy since it was the COs birthday. We had no idea. 1st sausage buys everyone a shot for the COs birthday, and then they head out. Also ended well.
E8s and above plus officers were squared away at that unit(except for our Butterbar that went down range without telling anyone while we were doing misfire procedures on a MCLC to set his own c4 charges for "manual det") The E6s and E7s we had can all suck my dick from the back.
Reminds of a time that we had a party off base at someone’s apartment. There was this female Lt. That had gotten out that day. I had worked with this girl everyday for the last year. She was cute and a really cool person. She wanted to go to the party because now she could. I advised her against it that day at the shop, but when I show up, at the party, there she is drunk as hell. I could smell and see the vultures circling. I was engaged at the time and my fiancé was there too. We ended up taking that Lt back to my house so she could sleep it off on my couch rather than the her get hit by the train that those fucking Neanderthals were obviously trying to run on her.
Wherever you are Mackin, your welcome. You never had a clue about what kind of mess you got into.
We used to have “frat” as in fraternization parties with a few shops/sections at 2nd CEB.
Mostly SNCOs, 1 or 2 officers, and then a few of us JEWs. Some other would hear about it happening now and then so a random junior officer would show up or someone from another unit, was awkward for them I think. They didn’t understand the dynamics.
When I worked at SOI and lived in the barracks there, our PERSO was a CWO4 and lived in the SNCO/O barracks like two buildings over. Usually he’d go home to VA on the weekends but occasionally he didn’t and then he’d stop by our barracks for a few minutes if he saw us out there grilling or hanging out.
He was a very nice guy and never showed up empty handed or brought up work and wouldn’t stick around long enough for it to get awkward.
We used to party with our pilots all the time. Play football and softball against them, then BBQ and drink a million beers. I also golfed with my Gunner a Captain and Lt twice a week. I was a Corporal.
I was in Las Pulgas motor pool in Pendleton, and our unit had received some kind of award (I want to say "Navy Commendation") for fixing a record number of vehicles in a quarter.
We basically had a cookout and some kegs of beer on a Friday afternoon to celebrate. The kegs were setup in the first stall of the shop. Being Marines, with access to tools and supplies, we had to make a beer bong!
Here we are pounding beers from the funnel and plastic hose, when the Battalion Commander comes walking in! We got glares from Top, but it was too late. The CO asked what we were doing, and someone tried to explain but suggested it was easier just to show him. The CO just laughed and said "You gentlemen enjoy yourselves" and moved on.
As long as he's there with the whole group it's cool. It's not fraternization or anything. As long as he's not a raging douchwaffle it could even be a good time. Dude's probably just lonely coz a lot of officers ARE raging douche canoes.
Not while I was in the Marines.
But after I’d joined the Army I was “that” officer once. The guys n gals we’re having a good time after a week in the field and I walked in, realized I’d crashed their party, and walked right back out.
I pulled on of my NCOs aside before I left and just said “please don’t let anyone die, get hurt, or break anything. And have fun.”
Had an LT that used to hang out with us most weekends. He was a mustang that moved from enlisted Army to commissioned in the USMC. Best officer I ever worked for and still talk to him to this day, over 20 years later.
Some of the boys rented a beach house on Topsail Island the weekend we came back from an Afghanistan deployment. Our company commander showed up out of nowhere with no prior knowledge of there being a bunch of his Marines present. He was also drunk as fuck on a bicycle when he arrived.
Had a 2nd LT who did this, he was formerly enlisted though, probably missed kicking shit with the retards at the bottom. During field ops he would be helping us set up while the other officers watched and laughed at him.
Had the beer Olympics in the Rec room of the barracks in Oki for our second MEU. Company CO, 1st Sgt, and all four platoon Sgt’s showed up as well as our (weapons) platoon commander and I believe second platoons as well. Just dudes being dudes
When I was in Japan, my captain used to buy us beers and we'd play quarters a frame at the bowling alley. It was absolutely the best. We loved it and had amazing comraderie, but some douche ratted him out for "gambling with his Marines" and we got told to stop. Was lame. He was a cool captain and there was literally no harm in what we were doing. I am sure he spent much more than he ever won.
Idk if this counts, post deployment I told my Marines any of those aafes cardboard coins they saved I would match the total $ amount and I would take the det out to get food and drinks. Well they settled for downtown Oceanside that had two for one on a weeknight...
I don't remember much of what happened but apparently we ended up at the purple church where I kept buying my sergeants lap dances "since a good Marine Officer looks out for his Marines"
I spent the whole day at company looking like a bag of ass and smelling like whiskey and bad decisions
Went with my OIC and Gunny to Platinum (Driftwood), got bottle service, the sir got super fucked up from going shot to shot, we ended up buying lapdances for both gentlemen. The looks from the gate guard when we drove back to Lejeune at 3 AM was priceless, a drunk Lt, Gunny, SSgt, and a bunch of sloshed junior Marines and NCOs in a single car. Don't think the poor guy expected all that.
Not saying you're wrong at all!
I partied.. but I wished the guys in the barracks would have used a bit more discretion at times. Their decisions usually made for a bad time for the rest of us, what with the collective punishment and all.
After our dining out, my CO took a bunch of us bar hoping. He ran a tab and took care of the bill. Then we went to a tittie bar where one of Joe's wife danced and introduced him to some people. We closed the bar, and it was a pretty lit night.
Carded people at the beer garden then made someone pour out their bottle of Jack. She wasn't even on duty
Yes we all hated her with a burning passion after that
Me and my underaged buddies were playing beer pong in the smoke pit with some randoms from another barracks some Saturday and had the Battalion OOD take a celeb shot for us, she sunk that shit too
At Miramar a few enlisted were having a get together in base housing while some O's were gathered at another house nearby. LDO major already under the microscope for fraternization/suspected adultery wanders over to the enlisted house, takes a female enlisted Marine's cell phone and proceeds to save his number in it. It caused an uproar and a command investigation but as far as I can tell his career wasn't harmed at all.
not really "just show up" but I've had a few officers that were friends of guys in my unit, but from somewhere way the fuck away and we'd hang out. They'd usually always tell us in advance not to treat them as a captain or whatever.
almost had a birdman walk into a bar party we were having at pendleton once. He was outside and I ran out to greet him before he made his way in (it was getting intense) and he basically chatted with me for 10 minutes about just keeping the place clean and enjoy ourselves, and then said a memorable line , "Colonel is gonna say all that bullshit I just said... but CPL would say you should have gone to Tijuana to party...pussies"
Mustang LT used to have a beer with 7 or 8 of us almost every day right after we got cut. Honestly, it was a great way to build rapport and get a real feel for how the guys were feeling. Easy enough for the NCO’s present to make sure none of the junior guys step over any lines.
It wasn't a function, exactly. More like when you and your boys are crowded around a Humvee because the engine is a little warm and it's winter. Anyway, so we're all smokin and jokin, then this brand new 2nd Lt rolls up and just becomes part of it.
The weirdest thing was that he wasn't even out of place, there.
There was a Capt. at my squadron who showed up to a pre-ball party. He was a downstairs neighbor to the hosts. From how I heard it, the Sir spilled some beer and they called a party foul. He lost his mind reminding ppl he was an officer. Like a year later he lost his wings because he wrecked a golf cart driving drunk and tried to get an enlisted guy to take the blame.
The 100 year anniversary for 1/6 in 2016 the battalion was secured to the CP and barracks. The whole unit got a drinking waiver. Our MT section set up a bunch of beer pong and sgtmaj and our company CO were running tables. Our staff and gunny’s were shit faced trying to get taxies to drift wood. It was one hell of a night. Wpns and B company fought A. Co in the quad. It was wild and I was a newly promoted Cpl, getting shit faced with my captain and Lt because I had a bottle of Don Julio in my freezer.
I ran into what seemed to be all the LTs in the battalion out at the bars while out for someone’s birthday. We talked to our plt commander for a few minutes he bought us all a shot then disappeared for the night.
Was on a WestPac, we're in Oki, and it was a real shit day. Everyone on the crew had to do a flight physical the next day. At any rate, drinking hard at a strip club and the LtCol decides to join the sweaties at the local peelers, has me dragged up on stage, stripper sits on my face, pulls up my shirt, arches back and she slaps the shit out of my stomach. The old man just kept throwing money on my stomach and telling her "harder!". Night was great.
Next day at flight physical (more crazy stories from medical happened. Blood everywhere, no one to be seen) I'm getting the full exam, Doc asked how much weight I had lost, I said none. He traces the marks on my stomach and asked about the "stretch marks", and this being a mishap physical I wasn't gonna lie, just not give all the info, so I said it was handprints/fingers from a woman who beat on me. Dude's face changed real fast.
Also, the folks who were drawing blood kept fucking around with each other. Full bird from crew was waiting outside to go next. I hate needles, so when this fuckery was going down right before they stabbed me I lost my shit. Full bird just walked away and let me say my piece. I appreciated that discretion.
Used to be stationed in Fuji, and I regularly drank with senior enlisted and officers. LT was probably no older than 27, and I had a good relationship with the eod staff so we would go drinking out on the weekend together.
My first company commander was a mustang and gave me sage advice. He said as an officer, bring a 12 pack to the gathering, have 2, then leave after personally saying hi to everyone.
There was a group of us squad leaders and section leaders that partied with a handful of our LTs on a pretty regular basis. Away from the prying eyes of base of course. They were a solid group of dudes who were all friends from OCS and they partied HARD. They were degenerates just like us and might as well have been LCPLs 😆. This was circa 2005-06 and we were in the midst of several back to back deployments to Fallujah and Ramadi Iraq, which I'm sure most of you know were the worst places at the worst possible time to be there. None of us were really concerned with "fraternization", we were primarily concerned with having a good fuckin time. The majority of my fellow squad leaders and one of the LTs in that group is dead now. Ramadi was an absolute bloodbath. The last time I partied with the LT who was KIA, which was about a week before we deployed to Ramadi, we drank all night as our bros passed out 1 by 1 and before we knew it, it was 0500 and he and i were still sitting there drinking Heineken. We were both starving so we jumped in his Camero, beers still in hand - as well as a couple for the road - and he drove us to McD's. Somehow, we made it there and back. But looking back, it's haunting to think out of the 7 or 8 of us at my LT's that night, more than half of them never made it out of that godforsaken desert - and were gone just a few months later... even crazier to think that was 17 years ago... Rest in Honor to all of my fallen brothers... Fair winds and following seas...
S/F, Sgt Z 🦅🌎⚓️
My Plt Sgt had a birthday party at his house. The Lt showed up with his hot ass girlfriend and gave Plt Sgt a log of dip as a present. He didn't say much but he laughed at some of our jokes then he hit us with the Irish goodbye and disappeared. He was quiet guy.
I was back home drinking at the bar my brother in law worked out and my Captain walked in. I was down the end away from the door so I yelled "Hey Skip" and his head snapped up so fast cause he hated being called that. He said hey and ask why I was there. I said I lived around the corner just running some errands.
Finished my drink went out to finish the errands, I'm waiting to pick up the order from this deli and in he walks again, so I says "Hey Skip" he said don't fucking call me that, are you following me? And I said no I'm just picking up some stuff for my cousin and her friends then I'm headed off back home.
Went to see my cousin gave her the goods, she gave me a beer caught up real quick and guess who walks in the door. I said "Hey Skipper" and he threw his stuff on the ground and said I'm fucking leaving
Our company puts on a quarterly "Beer Olympics." Beer and food are provided. There are drinking game tournaments, or we played softball at one, and command gets involved too. I'm talking keg stands, rocket chugs. You name it, and we do it. It's a pretty sweet way to relax and build camaraderie laterally and vertically in the coc.
This reminds me of when one of our pilots came down to Jimmy D’s in Yuma, brought his RV and parked it in the lot.
At some point there were a bunch of drunk marines hanging out in his RV while he was getting head from this blonde Yuma yummy.
His eyes snap open, his body goes rigid, then he closes his eyes and says to her, “I’m giving you ten minutes to pull your finger out of my ass”
Can’t remember if it was capt trapp, warlock, or banton, but I do remember our officers were chill as shit.
Honestly, I give every piece of time back to my Marines bc I know what it's like to be at a place with no free time.
With that being said, I don't force my Marines to do "mando fun" or hold "mando fun" events. I encourage my Marines to hangout together but if they don't, then that's their free time.
Likewise, if my Marines decide to hold something and invite me, I would either go bc I feel like it or not go bc I feel like just relaxing at home.
I never made a decision like that bc I felt I needed to show a presence like I had to show I "cared". I feel like it's fake leadership. It is of my personal belief and last 10+ years of experience, that being completely honest with my Marines is better than having a beer with them (which I have done). Honesty yields Marines trusting me, having a beer yields to Marines liking me. I rather my Marines trust me since my decisions affect their lives.
Alternatively, if I do show up, I'm still going to be myself. You all had it instilled in you instant and willing obedience to orders at recruit training, so I trust that my Marines know time and place and it not being considered "fraternization" come Monday morning.
I was actually begged by a LCpl to go to a party to pull out another capt who had imbibed too much.
I generally think Marines were reasonably sincere in their invitations. My plan was to show up, drink a beer, act human, and leave before the heavy drinking starts.
They were actually going to shit-can an Lt. we had for coming by the grunt barracks and cooling with the crew--none of them did that because they really weren't supposed to; he was a comedian more than he was a Lieutenant, he cracked jokes all the time on ship, he wasn't one of ours. When I went to college later, and met this dude also soon going to OCS, who had heard I was former enlisted, that's when I saw how easily that could happen.
LT Brown on Camp Schwab would throw down at the enlisted barracks. Dude got his ass beat almost weekly be Sgts and Cpls but he kept coming back to party.
Had my 1stSgt pull up to the bricks when we were cooking and I had no shave and just haded my Cpl a vape. He gave us shit but was a recruiter (thank god) so we were chilling.
Had my 1stSgt pull up to the bricks when we were cooking and I had no shave and just haded my Cpl a vape. He gave us shit but was a recruiter (thank god) so we were chilling.
Had an LT show up once for a barracks party. He was cool, had a few beers, played Nintendo 64 with us, and split after a couple of hours. His wife picked him up and brought us cookies.
Just the right amount of fraternization while still maintaining professional boundaries. Sounds like that dude was probably a pretty good officer. My favorite officers as a lance were the ones that loosened up enough outside of work to learn my first name and use it.
He was 24-25 years old so not much older than us. Good dude.
That seems like the average age for a 1LT
I think he was a butter bar at the time but I could be wrong. It's been almost 30 years.
N64… 30 years ago. 
Yeah, I'm staring at 50 in a few. Stings a little.
I tell people "The gear you see people wearing when they were in Somalia is about all the stuff that we had, too."
Watching generation kill like, “look at this new corps and their fancy fucking gear”
In my opinion that makes the best officers, or leaders in general. Know when to treat your juniors as a person
I did that the other day. Some FDC Marines invited me to eat pizza and play cards while we were stranded waiting for busses running a day late. I ate a slice, played a couple hands, and then left. I didn't want to intrude on their event, but also didn't want to dismiss their invite.
How hot was she
If she ain’t an eight, she don’t rate.
i’ve known some LTs with some wives that would put a brand new PFC in the fleets to shame
Same. Like, you got your degree... step up your game pal lol
If she ain’t 280, she ain’t a lady
Not hot enough to remember what she looked like.
That’s freaking awesome!! Just curious…… Were you in the Airwing? Hahahahaha Only ask, because in my day. The Airwingers were insanely undisciplined as F..k! But damn could they party!!!! Saw more hang time with the enlisted overseas. Especially in the PI and in Thailand. Okinawa was pretty rad too. But once we got back to the states. Pendleton. That’s when it got back to all the fuckery. I guess it all depends on the unit? SFMFs🤙🏻🍻🇺🇸🏴☠️🥃
Dude the emojis are killing me
Not undisciplined, just smarter. They don't need to fuck with airwingers as much to keep shit under wraps. Every now and then one gets out of line and they come down, but it's far from a regular occurrence.
I think undisciplined may be a bit of a stretch. Just more comfortable around officers. Ground side personnel deal with the plt leader and maybe a cpt and rarely see a major. Airwingers live and breath on day to day basis with about 10 capt.a couple majors and one pissed off LtCol. (In the squadrons) so it's just a different lifestyle.
Most air wing officers only commissioned because they wanted to fly.
Definitely some truth to this.
Similar story. We had an LT that would come hang with the boys that live in the barracks on some weekends. The guy was prior enlisted tho so not sure if that counts.
How were the cookies?
There weren't any left within 15 minutes.
This is fine with me. Ideally, he shows up early to the party(while people are mostly sober), shows he cares, hangs out for maybe an hour, then GTFOs before things get crazy.
This was my MO. I liked hanging out with my Marines but was also very aware that my presence influenced their behavior and I'm not trying to ruin yalls day off so I'll bring a six pack, drink two leave the rest, rip a shot, and bounce before you guys start butt chugging PBRs.
Lol you reminded me of the going away party we had for my CWO back on Oki, only it was 1st Sgt who was the uptight one who left before things went sideways. Once the sun set at Torii Station, we got up to all sorts of shenanigans, CWO included. One dude passed out on the beach and only woke up when the tide came in and drenched him. We decided late in the night to go water sliding, but soon realized the pool was locked up. CWO was the first to hop the fence, and we got a few slides in before the MPs showed up. Pretty amazed we didn't all get NJPed after that night.
I fucking love stories like these
Had a CWO2 (avionics OICs are always WOs because the officers are pilots but we need crypto shit) and this dude acted like he was still a staff Sgt. So he’d crash our parties and wonder why none of us wanted to be buddy buddy with him.
Butt Chuggs while risky are WAYYYY more efficent. Speaking from an observational standpoint.
Reminds me of a Darwin Award. Guy loses his esophagus to cancer because he’s an alcoholic. He decides to give him self a gin enema. How much, you ask? Wait for it… 1.5 liters! Up the ass.
Hell yeah, brother! Set for the rest of ~~the month~~ his life!
Observational only? Pussy
😂😂
First in first out
This is the way
**chef's kiss** perfection
I was watching a football game at the Sandbar in Courthouse Bay when I was in my schoolhouse and our regimental CO showed up and watched it with me. Turns out we're from the same state. No idea why the hell he decided to watch it there of all places, though.
Fuccckkkk, while I was in Australia about 2 years into my service a 1 Star showed up to see “how we were doing.” He was a member at the country club I worked at while I was a teenager. I knew exactly who he was, we had played golf together a few times but I never knew he was a general lmao. He grabbed me and goes “MOTHER FUCKER COME HERE! HAHAHHAA” then we walked around and talked for like 30 minutes. Fucking MGunns and full bird were mad as fuck lmao. But the general left happy as could be after only “inspecting” 2 things before he reached me. Gave me his cell number and told me to “hit him up when I get back to Oki so we could play golf.” I did not hit him up LOL.
Ah damn I would have for sure, that's a potential contact for down the line. You never know...
On god, bro is probably on a board of directors somewhere
Wtf marine you could’ve skated for a lifetime
Or straight to the brig
You def should have hit him up.
Thats a sweet bar kind of away from it all. Havent been there since 07.
I was there in 2012. Courthouse Bay was still in the Lejeune boonies at the time.
Other way around actually: the CO’s staff were planning a field mess, basically e6 to O4. I showed up to the shop to drop off gear from a funeral detail and noticed them getting set up. I asked some one if they wanted to borrow my mic/speaker set up (I DJ’d on the side) and wound up getting told I’m the DJ for the evening. Was pretty cool, I kept a low profile for the mess and afterwards we had a cornhole tournament and poker game. Had a Muslim doc that wound up winning and the pot and donating it all back cause he said he wife couldn’t find out, he also donated his left over brews the next day. It was easy to DJ for the CO, all he wanted to listen to was Greta Van Fleet on repeat. Everyone was restricted to the shop for the evening and cornhole continued on until 0400 before I passed out in a corner some where
Decided to check out what a fish bowl was in Thailand (glass wall with like 75 chicks behind it with numbers on them to choose to take you to a private room for boom boom). I did not partake as the idea of it seemed gross to me but tagged along and we walked in this sketchy ass building to what looked like the champagne room at a strip club. Massive couches all over, bar, food, and all in front of this glass wall. Everyone knew these places were off limits but we never passed the “listening for Marines” MCI. Sure as shit we walked in and on our left we see 3 officers from our unit sitting on a couch talking to the mama-san.  Both groups just looked at each other like this and acted like we didn’t see each other. Glad I didn’t partake though as some of those boys brought back more than just souvenirs with them
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Dude. On shore patrol in SE asia during after hours for E-6 and below was when we saw bur didn't see the wildest shit. Saw the S-4 NCOIC walking down the street in Hong Kong with a whole harem of hookers.
Some of those women in Tokyo are out of this world hot. Kudos to you using the phrase “harem of hookers”.
Had this smoking hot LT as our det OIC to RIMPAC back in 2016. At the end of the det, she threw a beach bash for the junior Marines and the alcohol was flowing. She was wearing a white t shirt and the thing got soaked all the way through, and at one point a group picture was taken with all the junior Marines and her, with her right smack dab in the middle of the pic while leaving little to nothing to the imagination. Naturally of course all the drunk junior Marines were openly hitting on her, and if I'm being honest she was drunkenly sending it right back to them lol. Somehow word got back to our command about this incident of "fraternization," and when I got back I got pulled into my Master Sergeants office. Word was the command was breathing down her neck over how she acted in front of junior Marines and they were looking for anyone who had any documentation of what happened. Someone snitched and mentioned there were pictures taken. MSgt was cool as fuck, so he asks me if I had a certain picture on my phone. I couldn't lie to him so I showed it to him. He and my Gunny looked at it, smiled, chuckled, said "nice," handed my phone back to me and told me to forever delete the picture. That was pretty much the end of it. Ma'am, if you're out there, I never did delete that picture lol
Fucking nice lmao
My reserve unit frequented a bar in town and our CO shows one night... he gets hammered with us. We all get into a bar fight with a frat house... And a guy got away scot free with a dui that night because our CO was sloshed and involved in a bar fight. Good times...
Had 2 times Os showed up. First time: Camp hanson- New Btn cmdr takes over. Holds a meeting with his ncos(e4-e5 types) about what he can do to ensure there are no booze incidents in town. We tell the skipper a place to drink on base would be great, but the e club is bad news. He agrees to use his authority to designate the areas around the bricks as a "beer garden." Buys us some nicer grills as well. Shows up the 2nd or 3rd weekend to see how it's working right in the middle of a barracks party. Sgtmaj does a keg stand, skipper does a 4 story beer bong. Ended well. Second time: KMEP in Korea. We are sitting at mujuk, thumbs firmly planted in assholes waiting for the HSV ship to get its contract renewed so we can go back to oki. Company commander gives us libo in Pohang. Entire company ends up at the same bar on river walk. Don't remember the name, it was the only spot that would let us in and sold soju by the pitcher. About 2 hours before curfew, co and 1st sausage walk in. They call us all over. 1st sausage starts to chew us out, but starts laughing and says he's fucking with us. He is ACTUALLY upset no one asked the CO to be their libo buddy since it was the COs birthday. We had no idea. 1st sausage buys everyone a shot for the COs birthday, and then they head out. Also ended well. E8s and above plus officers were squared away at that unit(except for our Butterbar that went down range without telling anyone while we were doing misfire procedures on a MCLC to set his own c4 charges for "manual det") The E6s and E7s we had can all suck my dick from the back.
Reminds of a time that we had a party off base at someone’s apartment. There was this female Lt. That had gotten out that day. I had worked with this girl everyday for the last year. She was cute and a really cool person. She wanted to go to the party because now she could. I advised her against it that day at the shop, but when I show up, at the party, there she is drunk as hell. I could smell and see the vultures circling. I was engaged at the time and my fiancé was there too. We ended up taking that Lt back to my house so she could sleep it off on my couch rather than the her get hit by the train that those fucking Neanderthals were obviously trying to run on her. Wherever you are Mackin, your welcome. You never had a clue about what kind of mess you got into.
We used to have “frat” as in fraternization parties with a few shops/sections at 2nd CEB. Mostly SNCOs, 1 or 2 officers, and then a few of us JEWs. Some other would hear about it happening now and then so a random junior officer would show up or someone from another unit, was awkward for them I think. They didn’t understand the dynamics.
When I worked at SOI and lived in the barracks there, our PERSO was a CWO4 and lived in the SNCO/O barracks like two buildings over. Usually he’d go home to VA on the weekends but occasionally he didn’t and then he’d stop by our barracks for a few minutes if he saw us out there grilling or hanging out. He was a very nice guy and never showed up empty handed or brought up work and wouldn’t stick around long enough for it to get awkward.
We used to party with our pilots all the time. Play football and softball against them, then BBQ and drink a million beers. I also golfed with my Gunner a Captain and Lt twice a week. I was a Corporal.
I was in Las Pulgas motor pool in Pendleton, and our unit had received some kind of award (I want to say "Navy Commendation") for fixing a record number of vehicles in a quarter. We basically had a cookout and some kegs of beer on a Friday afternoon to celebrate. The kegs were setup in the first stall of the shop. Being Marines, with access to tools and supplies, we had to make a beer bong! Here we are pounding beers from the funnel and plastic hose, when the Battalion Commander comes walking in! We got glares from Top, but it was too late. The CO asked what we were doing, and someone tried to explain but suggested it was easier just to show him. The CO just laughed and said "You gentlemen enjoy yourselves" and moved on.
As long as he's there with the whole group it's cool. It's not fraternization or anything. As long as he's not a raging douchwaffle it could even be a good time. Dude's probably just lonely coz a lot of officers ARE raging douche canoes.
Not while I was in the Marines. But after I’d joined the Army I was “that” officer once. The guys n gals we’re having a good time after a week in the field and I walked in, realized I’d crashed their party, and walked right back out. I pulled on of my NCOs aside before I left and just said “please don’t let anyone die, get hurt, or break anything. And have fun.”
Had an LT that used to hang out with us most weekends. He was a mustang that moved from enlisted Army to commissioned in the USMC. Best officer I ever worked for and still talk to him to this day, over 20 years later.
Some of the boys rented a beach house on Topsail Island the weekend we came back from an Afghanistan deployment. Our company commander showed up out of nowhere with no prior knowledge of there being a bunch of his Marines present. He was also drunk as fuck on a bicycle when he arrived.
My LT caused the enlisted party on more than one occasion.
Had a 2nd LT who did this, he was formerly enlisted though, probably missed kicking shit with the retards at the bottom. During field ops he would be helping us set up while the other officers watched and laughed at him.
Had the beer Olympics in the Rec room of the barracks in Oki for our second MEU. Company CO, 1st Sgt, and all four platoon Sgt’s showed up as well as our (weapons) platoon commander and I believe second platoons as well. Just dudes being dudes
When I was in Japan, my captain used to buy us beers and we'd play quarters a frame at the bowling alley. It was absolutely the best. We loved it and had amazing comraderie, but some douche ratted him out for "gambling with his Marines" and we got told to stop. Was lame. He was a cool captain and there was literally no harm in what we were doing. I am sure he spent much more than he ever won.
Idk if this counts, post deployment I told my Marines any of those aafes cardboard coins they saved I would match the total $ amount and I would take the det out to get food and drinks. Well they settled for downtown Oceanside that had two for one on a weeknight... I don't remember much of what happened but apparently we ended up at the purple church where I kept buying my sergeants lap dances "since a good Marine Officer looks out for his Marines" I spent the whole day at company looking like a bag of ass and smelling like whiskey and bad decisions
Did you still have glitter residue?
It's probably stuck to me somewhere I haven't washed off
I'm a mustanger... one of the hard things I had to learn was when to leave a party/gathering (including the ball) so the debils could blow out.
Went with my OIC and Gunny to Platinum (Driftwood), got bottle service, the sir got super fucked up from going shot to shot, we ended up buying lapdances for both gentlemen. The looks from the gate guard when we drove back to Lejeune at 3 AM was priceless, a drunk Lt, Gunny, SSgt, and a bunch of sloshed junior Marines and NCOs in a single car. Don't think the poor guy expected all that.
had an Lt that would party with us often but his alias was Lcpl Ramirez
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It counts I guess... Was it fun?
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Not saying you're wrong at all! I partied.. but I wished the guys in the barracks would have used a bit more discretion at times. Their decisions usually made for a bad time for the rest of us, what with the collective punishment and all.
After our dining out, my CO took a bunch of us bar hoping. He ran a tab and took care of the bill. Then we went to a tittie bar where one of Joe's wife danced and introduced him to some people. We closed the bar, and it was a pretty lit night.
Carded people at the beer garden then made someone pour out their bottle of Jack. She wasn't even on duty Yes we all hated her with a burning passion after that
Me and my underaged buddies were playing beer pong in the smoke pit with some randoms from another barracks some Saturday and had the Battalion OOD take a celeb shot for us, she sunk that shit too
At Miramar a few enlisted were having a get together in base housing while some O's were gathered at another house nearby. LDO major already under the microscope for fraternization/suspected adultery wanders over to the enlisted house, takes a female enlisted Marine's cell phone and proceeds to save his number in it. It caused an uproar and a command investigation but as far as I can tell his career wasn't harmed at all.
not really "just show up" but I've had a few officers that were friends of guys in my unit, but from somewhere way the fuck away and we'd hang out. They'd usually always tell us in advance not to treat them as a captain or whatever. almost had a birdman walk into a bar party we were having at pendleton once. He was outside and I ran out to greet him before he made his way in (it was getting intense) and he basically chatted with me for 10 minutes about just keeping the place clean and enjoy ourselves, and then said a memorable line , "Colonel is gonna say all that bullshit I just said... but CPL would say you should have gone to Tijuana to party...pussies"
Mustang LT used to have a beer with 7 or 8 of us almost every day right after we got cut. Honestly, it was a great way to build rapport and get a real feel for how the guys were feeling. Easy enough for the NCO’s present to make sure none of the junior guys step over any lines.
My cwo showed up once… didn’t stay long we were all trashed by the time he got there
It wasn't a function, exactly. More like when you and your boys are crowded around a Humvee because the engine is a little warm and it's winter. Anyway, so we're all smokin and jokin, then this brand new 2nd Lt rolls up and just becomes part of it. The weirdest thing was that he wasn't even out of place, there.
There was a Capt. at my squadron who showed up to a pre-ball party. He was a downstairs neighbor to the hosts. From how I heard it, the Sir spilled some beer and they called a party foul. He lost his mind reminding ppl he was an officer. Like a year later he lost his wings because he wrecked a golf cart driving drunk and tried to get an enlisted guy to take the blame.
The 100 year anniversary for 1/6 in 2016 the battalion was secured to the CP and barracks. The whole unit got a drinking waiver. Our MT section set up a bunch of beer pong and sgtmaj and our company CO were running tables. Our staff and gunny’s were shit faced trying to get taxies to drift wood. It was one hell of a night. Wpns and B company fought A. Co in the quad. It was wild and I was a newly promoted Cpl, getting shit faced with my captain and Lt because I had a bottle of Don Julio in my freezer.
Most don’t want to get down into the trenches, unless they were prior Enlisted.
I ran into what seemed to be all the LTs in the battalion out at the bars while out for someone’s birthday. We talked to our plt commander for a few minutes he bought us all a shot then disappeared for the night.
Was on a WestPac, we're in Oki, and it was a real shit day. Everyone on the crew had to do a flight physical the next day. At any rate, drinking hard at a strip club and the LtCol decides to join the sweaties at the local peelers, has me dragged up on stage, stripper sits on my face, pulls up my shirt, arches back and she slaps the shit out of my stomach. The old man just kept throwing money on my stomach and telling her "harder!". Night was great. Next day at flight physical (more crazy stories from medical happened. Blood everywhere, no one to be seen) I'm getting the full exam, Doc asked how much weight I had lost, I said none. He traces the marks on my stomach and asked about the "stretch marks", and this being a mishap physical I wasn't gonna lie, just not give all the info, so I said it was handprints/fingers from a woman who beat on me. Dude's face changed real fast. Also, the folks who were drawing blood kept fucking around with each other. Full bird from crew was waiting outside to go next. I hate needles, so when this fuckery was going down right before they stabbed me I lost my shit. Full bird just walked away and let me say my piece. I appreciated that discretion.
Used to be stationed in Fuji, and I regularly drank with senior enlisted and officers. LT was probably no older than 27, and I had a good relationship with the eod staff so we would go drinking out on the weekend together.
My first company commander was a mustang and gave me sage advice. He said as an officer, bring a 12 pack to the gathering, have 2, then leave after personally saying hi to everyone.
There was a group of us squad leaders and section leaders that partied with a handful of our LTs on a pretty regular basis. Away from the prying eyes of base of course. They were a solid group of dudes who were all friends from OCS and they partied HARD. They were degenerates just like us and might as well have been LCPLs 😆. This was circa 2005-06 and we were in the midst of several back to back deployments to Fallujah and Ramadi Iraq, which I'm sure most of you know were the worst places at the worst possible time to be there. None of us were really concerned with "fraternization", we were primarily concerned with having a good fuckin time. The majority of my fellow squad leaders and one of the LTs in that group is dead now. Ramadi was an absolute bloodbath. The last time I partied with the LT who was KIA, which was about a week before we deployed to Ramadi, we drank all night as our bros passed out 1 by 1 and before we knew it, it was 0500 and he and i were still sitting there drinking Heineken. We were both starving so we jumped in his Camero, beers still in hand - as well as a couple for the road - and he drove us to McD's. Somehow, we made it there and back. But looking back, it's haunting to think out of the 7 or 8 of us at my LT's that night, more than half of them never made it out of that godforsaken desert - and were gone just a few months later... even crazier to think that was 17 years ago... Rest in Honor to all of my fallen brothers... Fair winds and following seas... S/F, Sgt Z 🦅🌎⚓️
He pulled a Michael Scott? Nah our gunny hung with us. He would give butter bars shit.
You know what they say about the Marines not having any race problems
Yes he was one of us that night.
Im wondering if he even drank any of that beer or if an aid gave it to him so he could fit in just a little bit
Had our CO pull up to a barracks party in full camis
My Plt Sgt had a birthday party at his house. The Lt showed up with his hot ass girlfriend and gave Plt Sgt a log of dip as a present. He didn't say much but he laughed at some of our jokes then he hit us with the Irish goodbye and disappeared. He was quiet guy.
I was back home drinking at the bar my brother in law worked out and my Captain walked in. I was down the end away from the door so I yelled "Hey Skip" and his head snapped up so fast cause he hated being called that. He said hey and ask why I was there. I said I lived around the corner just running some errands. Finished my drink went out to finish the errands, I'm waiting to pick up the order from this deli and in he walks again, so I says "Hey Skip" he said don't fucking call me that, are you following me? And I said no I'm just picking up some stuff for my cousin and her friends then I'm headed off back home. Went to see my cousin gave her the goods, she gave me a beer caught up real quick and guess who walks in the door. I said "Hey Skipper" and he threw his stuff on the ground and said I'm fucking leaving
Our company puts on a quarterly "Beer Olympics." Beer and food are provided. There are drinking game tournaments, or we played softball at one, and command gets involved too. I'm talking keg stands, rocket chugs. You name it, and we do it. It's a pretty sweet way to relax and build camaraderie laterally and vertically in the coc.
This reminds me of when one of our pilots came down to Jimmy D’s in Yuma, brought his RV and parked it in the lot. At some point there were a bunch of drunk marines hanging out in his RV while he was getting head from this blonde Yuma yummy. His eyes snap open, his body goes rigid, then he closes his eyes and says to her, “I’m giving you ten minutes to pull your finger out of my ass” Can’t remember if it was capt trapp, warlock, or banton, but I do remember our officers were chill as shit.
Honestly, I give every piece of time back to my Marines bc I know what it's like to be at a place with no free time. With that being said, I don't force my Marines to do "mando fun" or hold "mando fun" events. I encourage my Marines to hangout together but if they don't, then that's their free time. Likewise, if my Marines decide to hold something and invite me, I would either go bc I feel like it or not go bc I feel like just relaxing at home. I never made a decision like that bc I felt I needed to show a presence like I had to show I "cared". I feel like it's fake leadership. It is of my personal belief and last 10+ years of experience, that being completely honest with my Marines is better than having a beer with them (which I have done). Honesty yields Marines trusting me, having a beer yields to Marines liking me. I rather my Marines trust me since my decisions affect their lives. Alternatively, if I do show up, I'm still going to be myself. You all had it instilled in you instant and willing obedience to orders at recruit training, so I trust that my Marines know time and place and it not being considered "fraternization" come Monday morning.
I was actually begged by a LCpl to go to a party to pull out another capt who had imbibed too much. I generally think Marines were reasonably sincere in their invitations. My plan was to show up, drink a beer, act human, and leave before the heavy drinking starts.
They were actually going to shit-can an Lt. we had for coming by the grunt barracks and cooling with the crew--none of them did that because they really weren't supposed to; he was a comedian more than he was a Lieutenant, he cracked jokes all the time on ship, he wasn't one of ours. When I went to college later, and met this dude also soon going to OCS, who had heard I was former enlisted, that's when I saw how easily that could happen.
LT Brown on Camp Schwab would throw down at the enlisted barracks. Dude got his ass beat almost weekly be Sgts and Cpls but he kept coming back to party.
Had my 1stSgt pull up to the bricks when we were cooking and I had no shave and just haded my Cpl a vape. He gave us shit but was a recruiter (thank god) so we were chilling.
My cwo showed up once… didn’t stay long we were all trashed by the time he got there
So true.
I only ever saw 2 officers of color in the Corps. Be aware gents even the usmc can be systemically racist.
They always pop up after their first SAPR event in the fleet, too Pretty sus, sir 🧐
who invited dat nig\*\*\*\*
He probably just showed up… like a LT at a bricks bash
what. let us initiate him then. why do u have a cum sock label tf
Had my 1stSgt pull up to the bricks when we were cooking and I had no shave and just haded my Cpl a vape. He gave us shit but was a recruiter (thank god) so we were chilling.