Finally! On leave at home after ITR in 1967. Brand new PFC. Welcome home dinner with everyone there, said Grace, digging in to Moms wonderful chow that I’ve missed so much. I asked for someone to pass the salt in between forkfuls when suddenly all movement seized and no sound was made, utter quiet. I instantly realized what happened. My request for the salt included that four letter word which had become part of my regular vocabulary. My sincere apologies were accepted with a lot of laughter, smiles and a couple of frowns. That “slip of the tongue “ at 17 taught me a lesson I’ve practiced ever since. There’s Marine Corps talk and Civilian talk, Engage brain before opening mouth.