Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch

Back here I was talking about Elder (Sgt) Seay and the Marine House in Canberra, Australia. Just about all of us there were Sgt or above, but having Mike with us was a special blessing.

Every couple of weeks or so, some of the Mormons (who were in Australia as part of their missionary work), would come to the door.

As soon as we saw them coming, we checked to see if Mike was home. If so, we tossed his ass out of the rack, threw some cold water in his face, let him light up a smoke and try to move through the hangover haze. There he was - socks & jocks, unshaven, hungover and with a smoke hanging out of his mouth.

As these fresh-faced, clean cut Mormons in their white short-sleeved shirts knocked, Mike would open the door. As they introduced themselves, Mike would say "Hi, I'm Elder Seay, and these Marines here already got their asses saved. Bye."

I truly loved that man!