A man was given a very serious task and he
was pondering how to do it, so as he's heading home he decides to stop off at a
bar... Ya know one of them hole in the wall steakhouses, Alcohol, Food, some
cheesy musician in the back corner playing lounge music or something, and he
sits down.
Now, this bar is kind of on the seedy side of town, and the regulars are looking at him kind of funny, and he's kind of worried, so he calls the waitress over, and says, hey they are looking kind of mean, I want to buy them a round of drinks, so maybe I won’t get beaten up. So she delivers the round of drinks.
Now the patrons are a little curious, who the hell is this guy, and what's he doing, so now they are watching him like a hawk, and he starts to shake a little more, so he orders another round for the bar, and asks the waitress, hey can we get some snacks to go around as well. So the waitress delivers the round of drinks, and the food as well, now the locals are ok, so he's not here to get us drunk, eh he's just lost his mind.
Now the guy's thinking ok, another round of drinks, and everything will be ok, so he orders another round, and well, everything was ok... The place became lively again, and he set to eating his food and thinking about his task. Well of course, after drinks, and a little food, someone (we're not saying who) made an off color comment about someone else's wife or mom... (Always happens) and a fight starts. This one's a doozy, since it started so late in the evening, the fights still going on the next morning, and the local police come in... And the local police get ejected. They try once more and... They get ejected again... There's food, there's drink, and there's peeps with an attitude just having fun beating on each other. So they call the local guard in, and they enter the establishment... They get ejected. No one could stop the brawl, until a priest walks into the bar.
Ya see, on 10 November 1775, Capt Samuel Nichols with an order from the Continental Congress to establish a Battalion of Marines, Entered Robert Mullens Steakhouse, and with three rounds of Rum, and some beef, started this fine tradition.
The Priest? Well everyone knows only God can get the Marines out of a bar.
Now, this bar is kind of on the seedy side of town, and the regulars are looking at him kind of funny, and he's kind of worried, so he calls the waitress over, and says, hey they are looking kind of mean, I want to buy them a round of drinks, so maybe I won’t get beaten up. So she delivers the round of drinks.
Now the patrons are a little curious, who the hell is this guy, and what's he doing, so now they are watching him like a hawk, and he starts to shake a little more, so he orders another round for the bar, and asks the waitress, hey can we get some snacks to go around as well. So the waitress delivers the round of drinks, and the food as well, now the locals are ok, so he's not here to get us drunk, eh he's just lost his mind.
Now the guy's thinking ok, another round of drinks, and everything will be ok, so he orders another round, and well, everything was ok... The place became lively again, and he set to eating his food and thinking about his task. Well of course, after drinks, and a little food, someone (we're not saying who) made an off color comment about someone else's wife or mom... (Always happens) and a fight starts. This one's a doozy, since it started so late in the evening, the fights still going on the next morning, and the local police come in... And the local police get ejected. They try once more and... They get ejected again... There's food, there's drink, and there's peeps with an attitude just having fun beating on each other. So they call the local guard in, and they enter the establishment... They get ejected. No one could stop the brawl, until a priest walks into the bar.
Ya see, on 10 November 1775, Capt Samuel Nichols with an order from the Continental Congress to establish a Battalion of Marines, Entered Robert Mullens Steakhouse, and with three rounds of Rum, and some beef, started this fine tradition.
The Priest? Well everyone knows only God can get the Marines out of a bar.
(p.s. The brawl lasted 8 days, and on 18 November 1775, The Chaplain Corps was formed)
Semper Fidelis My Brothers and Sisters. Happy Birthday.
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