“I’m looking at a tin star with a drunk pinned on it.”
“I’m looking at a tin star with a drunk pinned on it.”
Booze is cheap at GITMO. REFTRA makes you thirsty.
Back in the seventies I was assigned to the Shore Patrol (SP) at GITMO. During the orientation day for all SP “voluntolds” we boarded an old dilapidated Navy school bus and went around to the various places that we would or could we be posted during our Duty days as SP. When we got to the Enlisted Club we filed out and into the club and the first thing that hit me was that it was dark and dank and it smelled like a mixture of stale beer, cigarette butts, vomit, (CS) tear gas and rank moldy swabs.
The E-club was closed regularly when ships crews started in on each other... usually around 2200 hours or so, but sometimes earlier. The club opened at 1600.
Sailors...