

Up he went, then he turned on the landing below me and bellowed, "Come on!" The squad of six young men started up the stairs, arms and legs pumping furiously, yelling lustily. I turned and ran on, down the backside of the complex towards the harbor. (Left: A pretty nice set of stairs for a workout.)
A few minutes later this tiny band came running by me on ground level. As they swept by, I said, "Here comes the Army!"
"No sir!" barked the leader.
Instantly I realized my mistake. "I meant Marines," I said.

"Yes sir! The Army is still in bed asleep," said the leader as the band ran off into the darkness laughing. (Right: Soldiers or Marines? You make the call.)
I hope fond memories like that one help drowned out the unfortunate incident at the airport with the snow globe. You just made me proud to be a San Diegan again.
ReplyDeleteYou did come back with good stories, too, as usual.. And a great workout. Celebrating the running, wherever you are!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you had a good run in my home town!
ReplyDeleteI work with them too and I have to be very careful how I address them. They're very proud of their branch, to me they're all "soldiers".
ReplyDeleteProud brave soldiers
Yes, that area of San Diego is one of my favorite places to run. I suspected in the first paragraph they were Marines. Over the years I've learned the difference being married to one.
ReplyDeleteWell, at least you didn't call them Air Force ;-)
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