Me too! A bit of a threadjack about A4’s comment about marines and navy brigs:
We had a guy in VA-44 who had a bit of a drinking problem. He was a nice fellow, worked hard, did his job, got along with everyone… but had a drinking problem.
His nickname was Arsh short for his last name. Ole Arsh got in a bit of trouble because of his drinking and pulled some brig time. I did my best to try and stay out of sight at the hangar the day ole Arsh had to be transported to the brig at JAX, but I guess not a good enough job… Seems as though I was always selected for jobs no one wanted to do, and this was one of those jobs.
Armbands on, a squadron mate and I manned up the duty crew cab pickup and headed to the gate to pick up Arsh from the base lockup. When we got to the gate a pair of very serious looking blackshoes asked us to sign some papers and issued us two 38’s and a pair of handcuffs, then led us back to the cell where ole Arsh was being held.
When Arsh saw us he was obviously very embarrassed, knowing his fate, and looked away. I held up the 38’s and the cuffs and asked… “Arsh, we gonna need these?” He looked up at me, looked back down at the floor and said, “No.” So I gave the guns and the pair of handcuffs back to the serious looking blackshoes. They protested, but off we went with Arsh to the truck.
Down 103rd Street then down 17 to JAX Arsh said nothing. Got to JAX went to the brig and turned over custody of Arsh to the marine guards. They too didn’t understand why we weren’t armed. Anyway, after an argument with the marine guards I signed some papers. Then two marine guards grabbed Arsh and dragged him off. He looked back at me, and to this day I remember that moment.
Now, back to the point… Those of you that might have known JAX back in those days must know that NAS JAX was mostly sand, very little grass. The brig however had the most lush looking grass and flowers on the base. And this is why the navy keeps the marines around. They keep stuff lookin’ neat!
Sorry you marines… couldn’t resist the “sea story” and my jab toward you as a squid.
Steve