US Marines. There are no "EX" Marines. I know this. I met a Marine at 03:30 on a porch in Baytown, Texas. His name is Phil. He is 70yrs plus. He thought I was up to no good.
It was just jet lag, I could not sleep, and I needed a smoke.
To be fair, he did ask me if I was up to no good.
He drew that semi-auto .38 from his waistband so quick, I did not have time to be scared. Hollow points too.
We got to be friends later.
Best friend, worst enemy?