THE MARINE GOES TO THE NURSING HOME
The family of a retired Marine Master Gunnery Sergeant with 32 years in the Corps reluctantly decided that at age 92, he needed more care than they could provide. The only decent place close to their home was a nursing home for retired soldiers. They approached the facility and were told that, while Army vets got first choice, they would take vets of the other services if there happened to be an opening; which, by good fortune, there was.
A week after placing the retired Marine there, his sons came to visit. "How do you like it here, Pop?" they asked.
"It's wonderful," said the old Marine. "Great chow, lots to do, and they treat everyone with great respect."
"How so, Pop?"
“Well, take Harry, across the hall, 88 and was in the Air Force. He hasn't worn the uniform in 30 years, but they still call him 'General.' Then George, down the hall, used to lead the Army band. Hasn't conducted a note in 40 years, but they still call him 'Maestro!' And Bob used to be a surgeon in the Navy, has not operated on anyone in 20 years, but they still call him 'Doctor.' "
"That's fine for the other guys, Pop, but how do they treat you?"
"Me? They treat me with even more respect. I'm 92, haven't had sex in 10 years, and they still call me,
'That Fucking Marine!'"
SEMPER FI!
