Leave after boot camp, after leaving PI I went home on leave to visit the folks. Mom had cooked all my favourites. In attendance was my mom, dad(a Raider WWII Gunny, Last action was Iwo Jima. My baby sister and her best friend (my soon to be wife, though I did not know it at the time). Well we sat down to eat and after the blessing, I looked over at my mom and said, This is great mom, please pass the f**kin salt. Out of no where mom slaps me up side the head, an action that illicts the response from me of, what the f**k was that for? followed by another slap upside my head. I turn to dad who is rolling in his chair about to fall on the floor laughing and said, dad why the f**k is mom hitting me? followed by another slap. Now on the floor, barely able to catch his breath, dad replies, son it’s your booney talk. I turned three shades of red and turned to mom and said, shit mom, I’m so f**kin sorry. Mom stands up looks at dad and says, he’s your son alright. dinner was over. Years later we are having dinner with friends and my wife starts telling our friends about that night, I looked at her and said, how do you know about that? She then tells me she was the friend of my sister eating with us that night. I was awed, twenty years later and I did not know she was the friend staying with my sister that night until then.
WILD BILL GREAT STORY. I KNOW ITS TRUE BECAUSE I EXPERIENCED THE THING. I DID NOT GET HIT. I THINK I MIGHT HAVE HIT BACK BUT NOT MY MOM OR DAD. BROTHERS YA. ENJOYED THE HELL OUT OF YOUR STORY. SEMPER FI. PASS THE F–KING SALT.
The same thing happened to me in March, ’71. Prior to reporting to Pendleton for Staging Bn., I visited a childhood friend living in L.A. for a couple of days. His parents flew in from San Francisco to visit, and we had a nice dinner in his apartment. Afterward, when he and I were cleaning things up, he asked, do you realize what you said?” “No”, I replied. He said I had asked them to “Pass the f**king salt, please”. I felt totally embarrassed, since they were a fine, gentle couple. About 2 years ago, I made the mistake of sharing that story to a shooting buddy, a retired judge and Army Vietnam combat veteran. A short while later, after church service, he introduced me to some couples I hadn’t previously met, and said, “This is the Marine I told you about who asked for the blanking salt!”
Couldn’t get on the website to comment till now. Heard many similar stories, came close myself a couple of times. Just one comment though. Sgt. Faulk, how did you survive/make amends to your significant other for forgetting when you first met her….?!!!!
LOL!!! Love these stories! Keep them coming!
Mom of a Marine ?