Sarge,
Appreciate looking after the Jar heads for me. I am sure they appreciated it.
96 or 97 had some USAF enlisted types stop by our squadron duty officer (we were still flying) about 2200. They were off the 141 that diverted and they needed a place to crash. They were on their way home from S. Watch. The officers had gone out in town and nor room in the barracks, they just wanted a place to lay down and use their sleeping bags.
Called our CO and got some cots, ordered pizza, took whoever wanted to go to our chow hall and started the beer runs. They were very thankful for the chow, beer, laundry, showers, and slight improvement in sleeping arrangements.
They were late to show the next morning, hungover/drunk, sleeping it off (we pushed back maint. or took it outside as best poss.), etc. Their LtCol came in and started to raise hell. He was informed by a Marine Capt. that what happened was in accordance with orders the LtCol. called the Capt. a liar.
The LtCol. was then asked to follow the Capt. to see the squadron CO. The exchange that followed was closed door but Bongo made the majority of the one way conversation was heard past the adjutants office into the hallway. Gotta love COs who fly with a Ruger Redhawk.
S/F, Mike