I travel quite a bit, so sometimes I see young Marines in airport waiting areas. They're at once polite and rowdy, seemingly happy for someone to bullshit. The last time I flew to New York, two jarheads were counting out their change to see if they had enough for some snacks. I volunteered to treat them and they couldn't be happier. One was butt-ugly with terrible skin but the other was quite easy on the eyes.





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