A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away I was in an airport on my way to a new duty station. I had just flown from Hawaii to the fine soft winter weather of the east coast. As soon as I got off the plane, another Marine and I changed over into our Service Alpha uniforms. These are sharp looking duds which harken back to WWII and beyond. In the Marine Corps it is SOP to check into your new unit in Service A’s.
Cutting dashing figures, we hung around the concourse waiting for our ride to the base. Noticing our excellent profiles a young boy saw us and exclaimed to his father: “Look dad! Soldiers!”
“Yes son,” the father replied. “But those are a special kind of soldier. They’re Marines.”
It’s always refreshing to see responsible parenting in action.