Some Wilmington bars are wary of military patrons, as well they should be. Face it, folks, too many of Uncle Sam’s finest in too small of a venue, with no controlling legal authority figures about, is a recipe for instant wreckage. Just add alcohol. I was in the Reagan Army, the one the commies feared, and, while drinking and clowning with Buck, Chuk, Rock, Tex, and Gig, I committed acts of brazen, violent, hilarious(?) vandalism and destruction to which I will never confess. We weren’t vicious, I don’t think, but we were young, strong, proud, drunk, silly, selfish, crude, cool, and occasionally cruel.
I was a GI long enough to know that I wouldn’t want very many of ‘em drinking inside any room that I owned, not without cops, MPs or uniformed officers around. Weren’t many altar boys in the service then, and there probably aren’t too many there now. If I were a Wilmington bar owner, I’d try to treat ‘em fairly, but I’d keep two eyes on ‘em, too.
See post 16, that’s the real facts of the matter.
Reminds me of the signs I used to see in Norfolk....Sailors and dogs keep off the grass....made me feel right at home
Could not of said it better myself. If I owned a club I would not have let my army green self in. Not much money, great physical condition and did not know my limits or my mortality.