Marines like to party…

C-2 1968

Night fell quickly in February. I headed over to Gun Four after dark.

“Yo, Buddha!”

Rail greeted me as I walked inside the bunker. He had gotten a small bag of weed from a truck driver. A joint was already going around. Someone passed it to me. I took it and inhaled deeply. Rail had covered the interior light with a red bandanna, transforming the bunker into a small night- club. Smoke turned up a tape of Jimi Hendrix as Koontz jumped up on small table. He had a shirt tied around his waist. Rail raised his hands and looked around,

“ Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the ZIG ZAG CLUB! Get ready for a night of excitement, as we bring you, fresh from her European tour, the mysterious, the exotic, the lovely, Olga!”

Koontz waved to the crowd as he turned around and shook his ass. He pretended to be a go-go dancer. Rail continued his introduction.

“Olga hails from a small town in Yugoslavia where she was discovered driving a beer truck. Say hello to the boys, Olga!”

Koontz smiled and waved and kept shaking his butt.

Smoke yelled, “Take it off, baby!”

Rail raised his hands,

“Gentlemen, please! Olga is a professional dancer and this is a respectable club. She is engaged to a sausage salesman in Belgrade.”

Smoke yelled,

“I got your sausage, Sweetie!”

Koontz rolled his eyes and pretended to be offended. Mick looked at Smoke,

“ Hey, you just stepped on my girlfriend’s foot, you asshole!”

Smoke laughed,

“ Her feet shouldn’t be so damn big. “

Smoke pretended to look under the table.

“ Is this her glass eye rolling across the floor?”

Mick held out his hand,

“Yes it is, now hand it over!”

When the song ended, Koontz bowed and hopped down from the table. Rail encouraged the audience to show their appreciation with applause. Things suddenly got quiet when the gunny walked in.

He looked around and asked, “What’s that stinking smell?”

Smoke replied, “I farted.”

“Why are these lights red?”

Rail answered, “It enables us to keep our night vision in case we get a fire mission.”

The gunny started to leave, he paused at the steps leading out of the bunker.

“You men keep it down. In case you forgot, there’s a war going on.”

He walked away. Mick peeped out the entrance of the bunker to make sure he was gone.

Rail looked at Smoke,

“How about farting again, bro?”

Smoke fired up another joint.

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