Today, took my son to a local gun shop, to do some shopping for a revolver. I’m wearing my Marine Corps hoodie and one of the store clerks come up to me saying, “Are you a former Marine?” I eye up the youngun and say, “No. There’s no such thing as a ‘former’ Marine! I AAARE ONE!” To which he profusely apologized. Then he says, “So are you a Hollywood Marine, or a Sand Flea?” Told him “ALL men Marine recruits train out of San Diego. Are you TESTING me, son?” He went, “Oh no sir! It’s just that I was with the Army …” Frankly after he said Army, I just tuned him out. He then asked if I was interested in a .22, or a 9mm. My son, still eyeing the gun case piped up, “The Marines trained him with .45s. He’s already got 3 1911s and a Sig P365
He’s looking for a Nighthawk Commander.” It got so quiet … 🥴