Sailors come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion.
They are sly as a fox, have the nerve of a dope addict, the sincerity of a politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen.
They are extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible.
A sailor is a sailor all his life.
He is a magical creature.
You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart.
You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Sailors are found everywhere… in love…in battle… in lust… in trouble…in debt…in bars and … behind them.
No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you.
No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack.
A sailor is a genius with a deck of cards.
A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of Playboy in his back pocket.
When he wants something it’s usually 30 days leave, music that hurts the ears, a five dollar bill…or a woman he can count on.
Girls love them, mothers tolerate them, fathers brag about them,
the government pays them, the police watch out for them and somehow they all work together.
You can beat their bodies but not their minds. You can tame their hearts but not their souls.
He likes girls, females, women, ladies, and the opposite sex.
He dislikes small checks, working weekends, answering letters, eating chow, waking up, maintaining a uniform, and the day before payday.
You may as well give in.
He is your long distance lover…he is your steely eyed, warm smiling, blank minded, hyperactive, over reacting, curious, passive, talented spontaneous, physically fit, good for nothing bundle of worry…..
And will always be there for you regardless of how long its been since you’ve last talked.
If you are a sailor or just support them, Repost this.

This was posted over on Rontini’s BBS by Doc Gardner. It was sent to him by a Marine. Doc was a FMF corpman who saw the light and became a submarine corpman.