Oh, fuck yeah... I wasn't 'in the field' with the recruits training, I was support. I drove supplies, most of the time. I also was in on the early HMMWV (Humvee) testing for the USMC, done in Quantico. So, I drove that around for a while. I had 'my own' that I drove for testing phase and testing live in the field.
For the sorry bastards out their humping their sack from hill to sandy hill, a cold beer is worth an awful lot.
Hell, this was my second time enlisted. I used to know the grounds so well that I'd drive off in my assigned vehicle and meet my wife just off the base. That's how I'd resupply my beer, sweets, chewing gum, cigarettes, etc...
A pack of cigarettes is worth $20 to the officer recruits. A beer was a steal at $5. If it was my last few, I'd make 'em pay $10 for a beer.
Welcome to the USMC, maggots!
I was not in training. I was supporting the trainees. I could bring all the cigarettes I could fit in my kit.
So you were driving around with beer and cigarettes and treats while all the trainees were wearing themselves out marching with heavy packs?
You bet your fucking ass I was. I'd sometimes make about the same as I'd make in my paycheck.
Improvise, adapt, and overcome! Hoorah!
Fucking cool man.
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