All Hail - King Scotch!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Some of this Flash Fiction is true, and some of the true parts have been stretched. But hay, this is a guy story so all is well.

The year was 1957 and Lance Corporal Joe Sanders, USMC, was standing on a beach. The beach was one of many ocean assessable beaches that were on the Island of Taiwan, in the western Pacific Ocean.

Joe, and about twenty other Marines, had the weekend off duty.

But where they were located there were no towns or cities near by, so whatever entertainment they were going to have, had to be self inflicted.

Oh, there was a bar near the base they were assigned to, but that couldn't accommodate more than ten people at a time, and had only one hostess, that being Mama Choy.

Mama Choy liked Joe, Joe had red hair and Mama Choy thought red hair was lucky. So whenever Joe was at her little place of business she would give him a beer, and as payment for the beer she would pluck a hair from his head. That hair, and many others, were carried in a locket that hung from a chain around her neck.

That is one of the reasons why Mama Choy wound hide Joe when the MP's would come looking for stragglers and Marines without a pass.

That didn't happen often, but once in a while Joe would feel the need for a unauthorized cold beer and a goodly portion of Mama Choy's Special Rice Dish. "It tastes good and it keeps the mosquitoes away!" Mama Choy would say as she served it.

Joe never asked about the ingredients of the dish; there was rice, some brownish stuff, some green stuff, and some sort of sauce, lots of sauce.

A hardy bowl full seemed to do what Mama Choy said it would do, so Joe just ate it and didn't ask questions. Besides, it was pretty good."

 

Ah, back to the beach!

Joe had the weekend off, along with twenty other Marines, and they had acquired some bottles of Baijiu; aka, Chinese rice wine.

So twenty-one Marines found themselves a secluded stretch of beach and began to do some serious drinking.

All was going well until this group's Marine Lieutenant came bounding down the beach in a military Jeep. And of all things, their Lieutenant had a British Leftenant from the Royal Air Force in the Jeep with him.

Joe stepped out in front of the oncoming Jeep and yelled, "Halt!"

Then all twenty Marines stumbled together to block the Jeep from continuing, and of course, everyone saluted.

Knowing these men well, and being a bit on the intoxicated side himself, their Lieutenant stopped the Jeep and demanded to know what the problem was.

Joe replied, "We Marine Marauders have occupied this beach and demand a toll for safe passage, any form of alcohol will do.

But extra good alcohol may make you king for a day!"

The Lieutenant laughed and stated, "Get the hell outta the way!"

With those words not yet ended, the 20 Marines pulled both men from the Jeep and tossed them in the ocean, polished boots first.

 

A few moment later, two very wet Lieutenants climbed back into their Jeep and drove away.

 

"The shit's gonna hit the fan, this time, Guys." Joe said as the Jeep disappeared from view. Our Lieutenant would take this in stride, but you know those Brits, they are all spit and polish."

Then someone else said, "Drink up, Fellas, the MP's will be here soon, and there will be hell to pay."

 

Well, sure enough, about an hour later six military vehicles were seen coming up the beach.

The lead vehicle was a Jeep; the Jeep had military uniforms on sticks and the uniforms were flapping in the breeze like flags.

And when the vehicles came to a stop, everyone saw that it was the two lieutenants in the lead Jeep. Both lieutenants were in their underwear and their cloths were on the sticks to dry.

As for the other vehicles, they were filled with Royal Air Force personnel, and of course, they had brought food and bottles of Scotch to pay the toll.

"All hail to the kings of the beach!"

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF

06-15-2021


Submitted: June 15, 2021

© Copyright 2021 D. Thurmond aka JEF. All rights reserved.

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Vance Currie

Exaggerated or not, it still makes a damned good story, DT.

Wed, June 16th, 2021 9:46pm

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Thanks Vance.

Thu, June 17th, 2021 2:30pm

Serge Wlodarski

If you can't beat them, join them.

Thu, June 17th, 2021 11:23am

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More is better, and better is more.

Thu, June 17th, 2021 2:29pm

Ann Sepino

Now this is what I call a real block party, lol. Those guys are probably gonna end up losing their uniforms to the sea by the end of the day.

Tue, June 22nd, 2021 12:22pm

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Maybe so. But will anyone remember?. ... Thanks for the comments.

Tue, June 22nd, 2021 3:46pm

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