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The rain had stopped and there was a big puddle in front of the bar just outside the
American Legion Post. A rumpled old Navy Chief was standing near the edge
with a fishing line in the puddle.
A curious young Marine fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing.
"Fishing," the old Master Chief simply said. "Poor old loon," the Marine officer thought
to himself and invited the old Navy Chief into the bar for a drink.
As he felt he should start a conversation while they were sipping their spirits,
the young jet pilot winked at another pilot and asked, "How many have you
caught today?" "You're number 14, the old Chief answered, taking another sip
from his double shot of 12 year old Scotch, "2 Air Force, 3 Navy and 9 Marines.”
American Legion Post. A rumpled old Navy Chief was standing near the edge
with a fishing line in the puddle.
A curious young Marine fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing.
"Fishing," the old Master Chief simply said. "Poor old loon," the Marine officer thought
to himself and invited the old Navy Chief into the bar for a drink.
As he felt he should start a conversation while they were sipping their spirits,
the young jet pilot winked at another pilot and asked, "How many have you
caught today?" "You're number 14, the old Chief answered, taking another sip
from his double shot of 12 year old Scotch, "2 Air Force, 3 Navy and 9 Marines.”
