You drink, I drink, we all drink!
Lest we forget, the Corps was founded in a tavern back in 1775, the day my Marine Corps came alive.
Marines love to drink, ranks low and high, but for as many different reasons as there are snowflakes in a blizzard. Okay, there aren’t actually that many reasons, most of them just come down to getting turnt. From PFC’s (illegally) to First Sergeant drinking his miseries away in the darkness of his kitchen counter at 11pm, you’ll find alcohol and Marines nearly synonymous with each other. You could say the barracks is a lot like a frat house, except with men.
Okay I don’t have a lot to add to this strip, which was previously featured in the Marine Corps Times. Terminal Lance and the Marine Times have been great allies for nearly 6 years now, and you can find new comic strips every other week in the print edition of the Marine Corps Times.
Also, don’t forget that I’ll be in New York City this weekend at the Brooklyn Book Festival on Sunday. I’ll be on a panel called “The Art of War” at 5pm with some other awesome writers and artists drawing from wartime experience in graphic novels. It should be a good time!