Another Sea Story
If there was a seemingly never ending tradition at Headquarters Marine Corps in the 50s, 60s, 70s and 80s, it was not the Commandant.  Nope, it was "Lou the Barber."  Lou knew everyone in the Corps, it seemed, for there were few indeed who escaped duty in the Headquarters over the course of their career.  It mattered not a bit to Lou if he was cutting the hair of a PFC whose "office" was on the fourth, un-air conditioned floor, or the feller whose office was on the second deck of the "headhouse" in the left corner of the building.  Incidentally, occupying the latter office would make him the Commandant.  Lou treated both Marines with his best skills as a barber, and of course endless chatter about the "Redskins."  Bruce, as were all the other Marines who passed through that old building that had been built by the Navy as a warehouse, (steady there, I didn't say w__rehouse)  knew and loved old Lou.

The NVA Get Scrooged By Themselves
Recon patrols come and go, but the one that Bruce attached himself to did some rare things indeed for a group whose watchword was "Swift, Silent and Deadly."  Choosing background music for this essay was something of a chore.  Jim and I began with "Tour of Duty," then thought maybe the "Mickey Mouse Song" would be more appropriate.  However, out of respect for the Corpsman in the essay who managed to shoot himself in the foot, we decided to go with "Green Acres."  Read on, and you'll see why.