This week, we returned to the longstanding issue of Marines and Alcohol.
Marines
will proudly – sometimes with a beer in hand – point out that in 1775 the
Marine Corps was founded in a Tavern in Philadelphia. Two weeks later, the Chaplain Corps was
founded to get them out of the bar.
Fun fact:
for much of the Marine Corps’ early history, their position was security
detachment aboard ships. Many confuse
this concept with protecting the ships’ captains from mutineers, this is true,
but an understatement. Their primary job
was to keep the ship’s supply of rum. If
you are wondering where animosity between Sailors and Marines began…
As you
might recall, my little island of Okinawa has had quite a few “boo-boos” on the
alcohol front. And thus began the
“Winter of Lockdowns”.
But
that’s all behind us now. Right?
Based on
a very strong tradition of Covering One’s Ass and reinforced by various pieces
of litigation naming the Marine Corps as primary offender, the Marines have a
special way of dealing with the big three issues (Substance Abuse, Sexual
Assault, and Hazing). Using small words
and repetition (and until recently, reinforcing statements with a judicious use
of knife-hands), the Marine Corps makes their points by boring their personnel
into submission. It’s called a “Stand
Down”.
This
week, the Commanding General of III Marine Expeditionary Force came around to
speak to every Marine. To look them in
the eye. And explain to them the new
policy. For thirty minutes. With wind in the background. I’m not sure that I heard more than 10 words.
I’m pretty sure Nepal was mentioned.
Secondary
note: Marines will tell you that USMC
has more than one possible meaning.
United States Marine Corps. Uncle
Sam’s Misbehavin/Misbegotten Children.
And my personal favorite: Uncomplicated [Stuff] Made Complicated.
Then, the Sergeant Major and Command Master Chief. They were both louder. The basic premise is that now we can have two adult beverages out in town... but only at a restaurant... and only as long as our BAC does not go over a .03.
We have to leave base sober, and
return sober. But we can have two beers.
For twenty minutes, we basked in a new policy
that will not be in effect for a few more days/weeks/months. But I'm not sure that any of us really know what it means. I'm still not going to drink out in town, and I'm still going to be sad at Karaoke. It's a bummer too...my Righteous Brothers' impression improves with liquid reinforcement.
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