I haven't seen a Marine guard at a gate in Groton since about 1986. You're really showing your age!
Yep, it was about then, maybe a bit later but, you should see what the mirror has to say about my age.
NTINS: In `72 I was coming in the back gate at Sub Base. I had slowed down, and the Marine motioned us through, but my buddy hollered stop. I hit the brakes and he jumped out shouting at the Marine about how ugly, stupid, and probably illegitimate he was, even for a jarhead. I was sure we were going to be shot, and the Marine looked like he was ready to shoot us both. Then a look of recognition came across his face. It turns out that they were cousins that hadn't seen each other in about a decade. I got all warm and fuzzy after the panic wore off.