frankb
Senior member
- Joined
- Jun 8, 2011
- Messages
- 587
- Reason
- PALS
- Diagnosis
- 10/2010
- Country
- US
- State
- Georgia
- City
- Sandy Springs
rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the pub just outside the Navy base. A ragged old Marine Gunnery Sgt. was standing near the edge with a fishing rod, his line in the puddle.
A curious young Navy fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing.
“Fishing,” the old guy simply said.
“Poor old fool,” the Navy officer thought and he invited the ragged old Marine into the pub for a drink.
As he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whiskey, the smart-ass fighter pilot asked, “And how many have you caught?’
“You’re the eighth,” the old Marine Gunny answered.
A curious young Navy fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing.
“Fishing,” the old guy simply said.
“Poor old fool,” the Navy officer thought and he invited the ragged old Marine into the pub for a drink.
As he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whiskey, the smart-ass fighter pilot asked, “And how many have you caught?’
“You’re the eighth,” the old Marine Gunny answered.
