Disembarkation - Part 9
As the sun began to set to the far side of the coastline, the four Marines sat at the bar of a downtown Accra restaurant. This particular bar doubled as a dance club at night. Romero took a private table where he shared a plate with the adventurous French girl he had met at the...
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Disembarkation – Part 9
If you don’t know what it is, you should google “The Big Green Weenie”. Actually, don’t. It’s vulgar. Everything in the Marine Corps is vulgar, but vulgarity especially ensues when mention of the Big Green Weenie. It’s that thing the Marine Corps does to totally ruin your day, week, or even your life. It comes all the time and never when you expect it. It’s the reason for every gripe, complaint, every act of sadness or depression. Romero met the BGW today and I’m sorry that you all had to see that.