In the dead of night, my team are riding point in loose V through rolling hills patched with thick brush on the not so remote isle of Ie Shima. We could hear hints of Pantera belching it's all too familiar "WALK" somewhere in the high grass. 100m to our front was a fully adorned beach volley ball court, next to that was a large tent and about 20 or so guys and girls drinking and carrying on. Gunny radioed back to LT who moved us up into a hasty defense while they made contact. In short time, were greeted by a tribe of wild Seabees who accepted us their own. They shared their beer and let us oogle their women while taking no pity on the Volleyball court. It was fucking surreal. Impromptu beach party complete with staged weapons and Harrier pads.

3/9 WPNS HvyGns /Special MAGTAF USS Independence (circa early 90's)