*The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the pub
just outside the Air Force Base. A grizzled old retired Marine fighter
pilot wearing a faded baseball cap emblazoned with a VMF 323 squadron
patch, his tatty leather flight jacket with many more squadron and
aircraft carrier patches was standing near the edge with a fishing rod,
his line in the puddle.
A curious young Air Force fighter pilot came over to him and asked
what he was doing. "Fishing," the old Marine simply said. 'Poor old
fool, another dumb Marine fighter pilot' the Air Force officer thought
and so he invited the ragged old timer into the pub for a drink.
Sipping his Chardonnay semi-sweet white wine and watching the old
Marine drinking a Johnny Walker Black label scotch whiskey, he felt he
should start some conversation, the haughty Air Force fighter pilot
asked, "And how many have you caught?" "You're the eighth," the old
Marine fighter pilot answered.
just outside the Air Force Base. A grizzled old retired Marine fighter
pilot wearing a faded baseball cap emblazoned with a VMF 323 squadron
patch, his tatty leather flight jacket with many more squadron and
aircraft carrier patches was standing near the edge with a fishing rod,
his line in the puddle.
A curious young Air Force fighter pilot came over to him and asked
what he was doing. "Fishing," the old Marine simply said. 'Poor old
fool, another dumb Marine fighter pilot' the Air Force officer thought
and so he invited the ragged old timer into the pub for a drink.
Sipping his Chardonnay semi-sweet white wine and watching the old
Marine drinking a Johnny Walker Black label scotch whiskey, he felt he
should start some conversation, the haughty Air Force fighter pilot
asked, "And how many have you caught?" "You're the eighth," the old
Marine fighter pilot answered.