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I spent some time as a woman marine in the early 60's. Things I remember the most are humorous at least to me. A bunch of us from Norfolk Virginia decided to go to DC. We found a bar to visit. Keep in mind that I was 19 no booze for me, designated driver, while nursing my coke I felt the need to pee. Music was loud not my cup of tea. So I arrive at the bathroom, pick a place (this makes me smile now) proceed to pull my slacks down, look on the floor and a large black object to me looks like a spider. I screamed bloody loud, then this "Guy" pounds on my door. I said yes (now standing) he open the door wearing girl clothes and says oh good thank you you found my eyelash. I lost one.

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