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The rain had stopped and there was a large puddle just outside the door to the American Legion hall.
A crusty old Navy Veteran, Marcus, was standing near the edge with a fishing line in the puddle. A curious young Marine fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing?
"Fishing..." the old salt simply said. "Poor old Marcus..." the Marine officer thought to himself and invited the old salt into the bar for a drink.
As he felt he should start a conversation while they were sipping their spirits, the young jet pilot winked at another pilot and asked Marcus, "How many have you caught today?"
"You're number 14..." the old salt answered, taking another sip from his double shot of 12-year-old Scotch, "2 Air Force, 3 Army and 9 Marines..."
The rain had stopped and there was a large puddle just outside the door to the American Legion hall.
A crusty old Navy Veteran, Marcus, was standing near the edge with a fishing line in the puddle. A curious young Marine fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing?
"Fishing..." the old salt simply said. "Poor old Marcus..." the Marine officer thought to himself and invited the old salt into the bar for a drink.
As he felt he should start a conversation while they were sipping their spirits, the young jet pilot winked at another pilot and asked Marcus, "How many have you caught today?"
"You're number 14..." the old salt answered, taking another sip from his double shot of 12-year-old Scotch, "2 Air Force, 3 Army and 9 Marines..."
