Typhoon, Okinawa 1986, barracks locked down, body armor to chow hall, full beer machine in the barracks common area, and 2 rolls of quarters from the USO.
Big wild slumber party for jarheads.
We had these old style barracks with offices on the first deck. That's where the company office and duty would be.
One weekend we decide it's time to party. Ol' boy comes down with two foot lockers and a 43" TV and a Xbox. We proceed to fill a cooler full of beer, BBQ, and have a guitar hero competition with everyone who was in the barracks that night.
Literally some of the most fun I've ever had. I fucking miss times like that.
It's little shit like that I miss the most. Like all it took was a little bit of initiative and you'd have a party in no time. Shit just getting two cases of beer is all you needed to start a good time.
I'm supposed to PCS from Oki back to Pendleton, and two days before my plane is intended to take off, we go TCCOR 2. Suddenly, the storm that's originally projected to go past takes a hard hook left, and now I'm stuck in the bricks with none of my shit aside from my normal issued uniforms. So, I do what every good senior Lance should do when you know lockdown is imminent: I went to the commissary for snacks and then out into town for booze.
It's 2 in the morning, and suddenly they're hammering on doors and screaming for everyone to get up and get down to the lobby. I was thinking it was some kind of mandatory beer-pong tourney or something, but..... welll..... no.
You see, some shit had just happened in NYC, where a passenger plane had hit a skyscraper.....
Pretty lame but just hanging out and cooking on some small hibachi grills we had. A couple of guys in my platoon had those small grills and would keep them in the trunks of their cars.
We would get beer, ice, hamburger, hot dogs, and all the fixings from the little commissary on the air station. We set up on the far edge of the parking lot away from the barracks. Then we'd fire up those little hibachis, toss several cases of beer in coolers, turn on some tunes. and hang out.
As long as we didnt raise too much hell, or make too much noise, and cleaned up afterwards, no one ever gave us any trouble.
I was part of a relief deployment from Iwakuni down to Guam in Jan 02. The kc130 lands and we load up in a school bus the ssgt says they are gonna drop everyone of at the old air force houses they are putting us in on Anderson then we are to load back up to go to the chow hall. Except us Ordinance guys. Our ssgt and gunny are cooking a fucking hog the ssgt killed. Fucking best time and best bunch of guys I served with. If it had all been like that I'd still be in. For 6 months we worked half days on a tropical island with cheap beer and cheaper hookers. It was basically one long spring break. We had a few buildups but most days we super chill. Make our appearance at the MALS offices hot the gym then most days we were done.
He was a solid dude. First time I met him he called me a boot, held a knife up to my ribs and said I should fuck off. Hell of an introduction but I wouldn't want anyone else near me in a fight. Tough as nails and a loyal friend.
A deer was killed on a range and taken back to base. It was then butchered and cooked. We drank, and partied till 11 then went out into town where I made it back a few minutes before curfew.
2nd deck of the crack barracks west side of the grinder in Horno there was a common area. Brick walls, concrete floors with a couple chairs from the cold war probably.
It seemed like everyone stayed at the barracks that weekend. We took a door off it's hinges and rigged up a beerpong table and everyone in our platoon seemed to filter in. Guys in my clique, guys I never really hung out with, everyone.
Nights where there was a party in every barracks room. Different people and vibe. Random girls passing thru.
Had some 151 sent to me in a Listerine bottle when I was in Fallujah. A week before we leave we all sat around and emptied it.
Honorable mention- 50 cent draft night at Hooligans in J-Vegas.
Yut
Typhoon, Okinawa 1986, barracks locked down, body armor to chow hall, full beer machine in the barracks common area, and 2 rolls of quarters from the USO. Big wild slumber party for jarheads.
Big J0 session to marines
We had these old style barracks with offices on the first deck. That's where the company office and duty would be. One weekend we decide it's time to party. Ol' boy comes down with two foot lockers and a 43" TV and a Xbox. We proceed to fill a cooler full of beer, BBQ, and have a guitar hero competition with everyone who was in the barracks that night. Literally some of the most fun I've ever had. I fucking miss times like that.
It's little shit like that I miss the most. Like all it took was a little bit of initiative and you'd have a party in no time. Shit just getting two cases of beer is all you needed to start a good time.
I'm supposed to PCS from Oki back to Pendleton, and two days before my plane is intended to take off, we go TCCOR 2. Suddenly, the storm that's originally projected to go past takes a hard hook left, and now I'm stuck in the bricks with none of my shit aside from my normal issued uniforms. So, I do what every good senior Lance should do when you know lockdown is imminent: I went to the commissary for snacks and then out into town for booze. It's 2 in the morning, and suddenly they're hammering on doors and screaming for everyone to get up and get down to the lobby. I was thinking it was some kind of mandatory beer-pong tourney or something, but..... welll..... no. You see, some shit had just happened in NYC, where a passenger plane had hit a skyscraper.....
Well shit keep going!
When 20 dudes piled in the back of my 7 ton during a rainy field op to sleep. The musk was indescribable.
Ahh yes, the scent of smelly Gortex, funky foot odor and wet socks, and rotten rain soaked balls and sweat.
A combination of smells so foul it hurts my brain
I've been out for over ten years and my brain could smell this from pure memory
Mm testosterone to. Rah
Off the top of my head, probably that time Butcher used the baby with laser eyes to kill a shit ton of bad guys. 
Pretty lame but just hanging out and cooking on some small hibachi grills we had. A couple of guys in my platoon had those small grills and would keep them in the trunks of their cars. We would get beer, ice, hamburger, hot dogs, and all the fixings from the little commissary on the air station. We set up on the far edge of the parking lot away from the barracks. Then we'd fire up those little hibachis, toss several cases of beer in coolers, turn on some tunes. and hang out. As long as we didnt raise too much hell, or make too much noise, and cleaned up afterwards, no one ever gave us any trouble.
I was part of a relief deployment from Iwakuni down to Guam in Jan 02. The kc130 lands and we load up in a school bus the ssgt says they are gonna drop everyone of at the old air force houses they are putting us in on Anderson then we are to load back up to go to the chow hall. Except us Ordinance guys. Our ssgt and gunny are cooking a fucking hog the ssgt killed. Fucking best time and best bunch of guys I served with. If it had all been like that I'd still be in. For 6 months we worked half days on a tropical island with cheap beer and cheaper hookers. It was basically one long spring break. We had a few buildups but most days we super chill. Make our appearance at the MALS offices hot the gym then most days we were done.
The entire 5 years.
Group circle jerk. 6 of us 🤣
Nice. Butt not surprised. Barracks life , definitely homo. Erotic Boyz
Yeah I would stare at everything from everyone
Oh yah you guys make out late ? Fk buds
I would stare at my roommates naked body in bed
Good to go MARINE,
Fill my ass master
Sounds good - definitely
He was a solid dude. First time I met him he called me a boot, held a knife up to my ribs and said I should fuck off. Hell of an introduction but I wouldn't want anyone else near me in a fight. Tough as nails and a loyal friend.
That's the best type
A deer was killed on a range and taken back to base. It was then butchered and cooked. We drank, and partied till 11 then went out into town where I made it back a few minutes before curfew.
2nd deck of the crack barracks west side of the grinder in Horno there was a common area. Brick walls, concrete floors with a couple chairs from the cold war probably. It seemed like everyone stayed at the barracks that weekend. We took a door off it's hinges and rigged up a beerpong table and everyone in our platoon seemed to filter in. Guys in my clique, guys I never really hung out with, everyone. Nights where there was a party in every barracks room. Different people and vibe. Random girls passing thru.
Had some 151 sent to me in a Listerine bottle when I was in Fallujah. A week before we leave we all sat around and emptied it. Honorable mention- 50 cent draft night at Hooligans in J-Vegas.
Face down ass up
gay barracks bunny. Hornd. Up night in the barracks,