Hello,
I’m researching a build that I’m undertaking for a colleague of mine. His grandfather was a Marine stationed at Quantico in '52, and worked on Corsairs. Any info as to VMFs present at the time, or ANY leads would be appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read this!
Cheers,
JK
Quantico has it’s own web site. From where I now sit it is only 90 minutes away. Another way to get in touch with some one there is to search Quantico Rugby…send an e-mail to thier coach and tell them Joe from Winchester Rugby sent you and you need to contact a base historian, they are good guys and should be able to help out…
By the way does CRNA mean Certified Registered Nurse Anesthist? My dad is one up near Pittsburgh, just curious…
Yes, it does…I’m just North of Pgh…maybe I know your Dad, it’s a small world. Email me off-board!
JK
I’m a little dense…it took me a few minutes to figure out what got you off on the “CRNA” tangent. Then I figured it out. hahaha.
off on my own tangent…“the beatings will continue until morale improves” makes me think of a good joke (I promise it’s clean.)
Two explorers are sailing and land on a seemingly deserted south pacific island. They explore inland and discover a tribe of natives. They are captured and taken to the Chief of the tribe.
The chief says to the explorers “you have trespassed on sacred ground. There can be but two punishments for this: death or Mumba. You must choose.”
The first explorer says, “death sounds pretty bad. I think I’ll take Mumba.” The entire tribe raises their spears in the air and cries together “MUMBA!!!” They then proceed to tar and feather him, beat him up for about 20 minutes, drag him across a rocky outcropping, kick him over the edge, throw rocks at him, and generally beat him to within an inch of his life.
As the first explorer breathes his last breath, the chief of the tribe comes over to him, examines him, and proceeds to scream MUMBA!!! and stabs him in the heart with his spear. The explorer promptly expires.
Witnessing all of this, the second explorer says, “That’s the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen!! After all that, you killed him anyway!!! I’m definitely choosing death.”
Every warrior in the tribe says, in unison and rather dejectedly, “ohhh, death.” Then the chief says, “yes, death…but first, a little mumba.”
hahahaha, without question my favorite joke. That’s what I do to my models, Mumba.