Marine Corps Stories: Never on Schedule, But Always Ahead of Time
A Marine attempts to get his dry cleaning done.
“I know, but tomorrow’s Sunday. And they’re about to close, I…Hey!” Sergeant Cahill talked into his mobile device and stopped the laundry clerk just in time. He pointed to his watch. His Dress Blues needed to be cleaned.
“It’s alright…I’m hanging up now.”
“Three minutes left,” Cahill indicated.
“I just have these and I need chevrons placed on them.”
“When do you need them?” Jim Chang asked.
“Before Thursday…Wednesday! I'll pick them up then.”
“Alright. Phone number?”
He provided it.
“Alright. Enjoy your evening.”
“Good night!”
Cahill then remembered that he should’ve brought his service Alphas, Bravos and Chucks.
“Goddamnit!”
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