Annual Festival of Jarhead Inebriation
By Brent Diggs on Nov 9, 2007 in Adventures of the Author, Humor
Tomorrow is November 10th also known as the Annual Festival of Jarhead Inebriation.
As such, thousand of Marines will lift a glass or twelve to celebrate the 229th birthday of the United States Marine Corps. Barking noises and random vowel sounds will probably also be uttered, in a time-honored expression of otherwise inexpressible maritime delight.
Those that feel that public and prolonged drunkenness may not be the most appropriate way to celebrate such an advanced age are not necessarily naïve. They are simply unaware of the finer points of Marine Corps history.
The illustrious United States Marine Corps, like many other fine militant organizations, was formed in a bar. Early job qualification included surliness of demeanor, advanced degree of pistitude, and propensity for standing in harm’s way. Being musket-proof was also considered a great advantage, but not one widely tested outside of battle.
The duties of the early jarheads included guarding the ship’s captain, enforcing the orders of the ships’ captain, striking terror into people not currently the ship’s captain and keeping their boots shiny.
You won’t find it in many history books, but if there is one thing that I learned from my many military adventures, it is that nothing strikes terror into the heart of an enemy like a mean pair of shiny boots.
At this point, some of the more thorough-thinking readers will not doubt be asking, “Why wear such a nicely camouflaged uniform as modern Marines do, if you’re just going to polish your footwear to the point that it could serve as speed-laced solar reflectors?”
Allow me to assure you, from personal experience, that questions of this nature are basically unappreciated by Marine Corps hierarchy. In fact, questions exceeding “How high?” in word count and level of abstraction are generally frowned upon.
“Why?!!! Did I hear the word why emerge from your lips?!!!”
What is not frowned upon is promptness and punctuality. One tenet of Marine Corps doctrine is that, “Being on time is being late. You should be at least 15 minutes early to everything.”
This is exactly the sort of thinking that led to the U.S. Marine Corps to be founded a solid year before the county itself. Which basically confused everyone:
Early Civilian: What are you doing?
Early Jarhead: Defending the country.
Early Civilian: But it’s only 1775, we’re still British colonies.
Early Jarhead: It’s called being proactive!
Early Civilian: Oh. (slowly backing away, being careful not to make any sudden or threatening movements.)
This very same proactivity is alive and sounding-off in today’s 21st century Marine Corps, and is no doubt being used somewhere at this very moment to justify an early commencement of Birthday festivities.
So as leathernecks far and wide promptly embark upon this fine celebratory debauch, I have only one piece of advice for you:
Keep both hands on your refreshing beverage, especially once the dancing starts. You wouldn’t want to spill it on your boots.
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The shiny boots are used as lasers to blind the eyes of the enemy to their movements. It is a necessary weapon.
Maybe that’s why I was always issued Ray-bans.
Either that or to look like a really tall Tom Cruise.
“…a really tall Tom Cruise…”
Sigh.
Along those lines, why did we press our cammies until they could be used as buffet tables when they were tactical gear, and the crinkling of sta-flo would alert any enemies within a 3 mile radius?
Semper, devil. Drink a few for me, I’ll be in a cabin… with the inlaws… all weekend… for no good reason.
Never question your superiors my good man, they write your evaluation.
Good luck with the inlaws.
Just remember, the Marines didn’t exist until after the Navy decided they needed something amusing to laugh at on long voyages.
Seriously, Semper Fi!
And someone to actually get off the ship and do fighting things.
Semper Fi.
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hooah! can’t stop saying hooah!
Rickey needs some education:
hooah = army, Al Pacino, pansies
Ooh rah = Marines, John Wayne, blood-red roses of destruction.
Class adjourned.
Gene Hackman was (is) a Marine. He is kind of a bad ass himself…or at least he has played one in several (billion) films.
That I did not know. Consider me educated.
He also played a soldier in ‘a bridge to far’, and does the worst accent anyone has ever heard.
Yee ha… I mean ooh rah
Very funny!
I have fond memories of my cousin singing some silly but catchy Marine marching cadence…
Many of those could used in sex ed classes. They’re just that educational.
Happy birthday mutt face. I’ll be celebrating the Corps b-day by taking a very long drive down south. Semper Fi
That’s sergeant mutt-face to you.
Keep it between the lines my friend.
OBTW! While your literary skills are second to none, your math skills leave something to be desired. Today is the 232nd birthday of our Corps. Not the 229th. Please re-oder your math for Marines MCI immediately.
Oh…. and… that’s: That’s Sergeant mutt-face to you, Staff Sergeant.
(sorry… Was that petty of me?)
Have a great Veterans day. Semper Fi
I’m a writer, don’t confuse me with facts.
(Yes, you are a petty, petty man.)
Semper Fi yourself.
I’ve been here before and enjoyed a few of your posts. But I thought I’d share my regards to the fellow winners of Lord Likely’s Golden Cock of Excellence. Keep up the good work.
Thank you reverend, I was hoping for a pullet surprise but I did appreciate the metallic rooster award.
Metallic Rooster, what a great name for a band.
What is even better is the possibility of Metallic Rooster performing at the event detailed above in your post. That would make it twice as manly and thrice as enjoyable. Rock on.
I thought it was “huzah…” How could I have been wrong all this time?
Clearly, this stems from an utter lack of educational founts like this one.
Looks like I got here just in time.
So shiny boots eh? It is all so clear now…
How to defeat the enemy: Blind him into submission with our ubershiny boots… I mean is that genius or what:)
And the founding of jarheads(hey I suck at terminology so roll with it,lol) thing was hilarious dude… “being proactive….” he says…
Actually it was so hilarious that I just added your blog to my links… Yeah I know, I got poor taste and all but what can you do… such are the ways of the Merc with a mouth:)
Take care!
Thank you for the link.
I will have to maintain my boots at combat shininess from now on.
How dare you insult God, your country and your momma by questioning why a marine shines his boots?! I ought to plant my foot so far up your 4th point of contact that you see it when you brush your teeth!
Hit the deck solder! I want you doing push-ups until MY arms get tired!
Ahh, you’re making me nostalgic.
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Keep both hands on your refreshing beverage, especially once the dancing starts. You wouldn’t want to spill it on your boots.
Ha! Too much!
“Too much” is merely the lowest setting on the Omino-meter. Just wait until until we reach “Much too much”, “Much more too much”,and “Mega-mondo redundant overkill.”
I have two ex-Marine brothers-in-law, and I gotta say, they don’t wait until November 10th to, um, raise their glass.
For more difficult chore like public drunkenness, one really needs a running start. Or at least a stumbling one.