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Usually I'm cynical about these... ...not this time.
#2
Posted 26 February 2010 - 2318 PM
I liked the ad also, but wish they could have gotten the uniform right. Marines don't travel commercially wearing utilities*. He should have been in Service A, B or civvies. Otherwise, a good ad.
*The desert utility uniform may have been a liberty taken to let the audience know he was returning from a combat tour.
*The desert utility uniform may have been a liberty taken to let the audience know he was returning from a combat tour.
#3
Posted 26 February 2010 - 2345 PM
shep854, on Fri 26 Feb 2010 2018, said:
I liked the ad also, but wish they could have gotten the uniform right. Marines don't travel commercially wearing utilities*. He should have been in Service A, B or civvies. Otherwise, a good ad.
*The desert utility uniform may have been a liberty taken to let the audience know he was returning from a combat tour.
*The desert utility uniform may have been a liberty taken to let the audience know he was returning from a combat tour.
Actually, King Sargent and I saw and spoke to some in the Norfolk airport who were wearing the USMC equivalent of BDUs. There were quite a few others milling around, so it must not be a hard-and-fast rule.
It is a good ad.
#6
Posted 27 February 2010 - 0322 AM
Sikkiyn, on Sat 27 Feb 2010 0804, said:
I came home in my ACUs, and so did every other soldier on the plane. Don't think any of us knew where our Class A's were even at, nor did anyone care.
Just wish someone would have had a mustang waiting in my garage for me. LOL
Just wish someone would have had a mustang waiting in my garage for me. LOL
A Major and I dodged the AP's at San Fran Internat'l to get to our planes in Khakis when the Winter Class A's were the rule (we'd forfeited ours at Ft. Lewis outbound and were disinclined to go to Ft. Ord for hours of reissue in order to get home, though out of uniform). Running interference for each other, we made our flights unmolested in Khakis and got home (in my case, coast-to-coast in first class sitting with a righteously hot babe) on a redeye. When I got home, I purchased a '71 Camaro SS 4-spd that subsequently took D Stock Class win at Ohio Valley Raceway (Louisville, KY) against some not inconsiderable competition. It had about 2,100 miles on it and a wooden block taped to the clutch pedal from the original owner who'd bought it for his shortlegged wife who couldn't work the pedals adequately. Rare bird, it had all the go-fast stuff, plus Muncie 4-speed and Hurst Shifter with factory air and power disc brakes. and and 3.30 rear that was ideal for top end and acceleration. I rue the day that I sold it, with the wooden wheel I installed and Sun Supertach. But it was my post VN gift to self.
Other oldtimers will recall a place called McMackin Motors in either Muldraugh or West Point that had a lot full of invaluable muscle cars today to sell to new G.I.'s for what were then outrageous, but attainable sums for those guys away from home for the first time with a real pay check. I bought mine in Charlotte at a Pontiac dealer as a "used" (barely) car. I paid for mine myself, but my dad did enjoy it on a rare occasion. Pics have been around so I'll not bore you with them again.
#7
Posted 27 February 2010 - 0420 AM
Just out of curiosity, when would you screen a five minute long ad?
Not sure about the old man buying one, but for us, returning from deployment you'll typically come back with around $60,000-$80,000 so the new Commodore/Falcon/WRX/S300 is almost de-rigeur.
Not sure about the old man buying one, but for us, returning from deployment you'll typically come back with around $60,000-$80,000 so the new Commodore/Falcon/WRX/S300 is almost de-rigeur.
#8
Posted 27 February 2010 - 0911 AM
Sikkiyn, on Sat 27 Feb 2010 0204, said:
I came home in my ACUs, and so did every other soldier on the plane. Don't think any of us knew where our Class A's were even at, nor did anyone care.
Just wish someone would have had a mustang waiting in my garage for me. LOL
Just wish someone would have had a mustang waiting in my garage for me. LOL
The Army is much more relaxed about ACU wear in public. To them, it's a way to help keep in mind that "we're at war."
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Yes, the Corps occasionally permits utility wear "in public", usually when the appropriate service uniform is impractical--and yes, sometimes where the Marines can "get away with it." ;) Strictly speaking, utility wear in public is strictly verboten. If a Marine wears utilities off-base, he/she is not supposed to even get out of the vehicle until at work or home!
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Since the ad apparently was made with permission of the Marine Corps (the main character was wearing "US Marines" lost & found tags, the Corps felt that the utilities were OK--those sneaky, publicity-savvy Jarheads. ;)
#10
Posted 28 February 2010 - 0932 AM
Doug Kibbey, on Sat 27 Feb 2010 0422, said:
A Major and I dodged the AP's at San Fran Internat'l to get to our planes in Khakis when the Winter Class A's were the rule (we'd forfeited ours at Ft. Lewis outbound and were disinclined to go to Ft. Ord for hours of reissue in order to get home, though out of uniform). Running interference for each other, we made our flights unmolested in Khakis and got home (in my case, coast-to-coast in first class sitting with a righteously hot babe) on a redeye. When I got home, I purchased a '71 Camaro SS 4-spd that subsequently took D Stock Class win at Ohio Valley Raceway (Louisville, KY) against some not inconsiderable competition. It had about 2,100 miles on it and a wooden block taped to the clutch pedal from the original owner who'd bought it for his shortlegged wife who couldn't work the pedals adequately. Rare bird, it had all the go-fast stuff, plus Muncie 4-speed and Hurst Shifter with factory air and power disc brakes. and and 3.30 rear that was ideal for top end and acceleration. I rue the day that I sold it, with the wooden wheel I installed and Sun Supertach. But it was my post VN gift to self.
Other oldtimers will recall a place called McMackin Motors in either Muldraugh or West Point that had a lot full of invaluable muscle cars today to sell to new G.I.'s for what were then outrageous, but attainable sums for those guys away from home for the first time with a real pay check. I bought mine in Charlotte at a Pontiac dealer as a "used" (barely) car. I paid for mine myself, but my dad did enjoy it on a rare occasion. Pics have been around so I'll not bore you with them again.
Other oldtimers will recall a place called McMackin Motors in either Muldraugh or West Point that had a lot full of invaluable muscle cars today to sell to new G.I.'s for what were then outrageous, but attainable sums for those guys away from home for the first time with a real pay check. I bought mine in Charlotte at a Pontiac dealer as a "used" (barely) car. I paid for mine myself, but my dad did enjoy it on a rare occasion. Pics have been around so I'll not bore you with them again.
That part about the Ohio Valley Speedway brought back an interesting memory.
Back in 1990, I was going through a rather nasty divorce. My younger brother was running a repair and recovery operation for a local Honda dealer and had worked out a trip to Louisville to a Wrecker and Recovery show at the Louisville Fairgrounds. Since it was about a 13hr drive from Harrisburg, Pa., my brother talked the owner of the dealership into providing a rental car and paying for all the expenses. He didn't think he was up to driving all that way, so he asked me to go along as his driver...all expenses paid, courtesy of his boss. I agreed, as I really didn't have anything else to do for a few days. When I arrived at the dealership to pick him up, I discovered that the rental car was a Lincoln Town Car...real nice ride, if one intends to drive 13hrs one way.
So, anyway, we head out to Louisville, arriving about 1AM that evening and crash at the hotel right next to the Louisville airport and the fairgrounds. Next morning, we get up and go to the wrecker and recovery show...lots of tow trucks and stuff like that. My brother was just fascinated...I was bored out of my mind.
Eventually, he tired of looking at big shiny trucks and started wondering what else we might do. I mentioned that Ft. Knox was a little ways down the road and that I would like to see the Patton Museum. By this point in the morning, my brother was pretty much trashed from drinking and thought it might be a good idea to go to Ft. Knox and see the gold. Off we went to Ft. Knox...we had a wonderful time taking pictures of the depository building...right up until some guy in an Army uniform came along and ordered us away from the fence. He was pretty blunt about the whole thing...who knew you couldn't stand by the fence and take pictures??? I sorta had to put my brother in the car by force, as he is kinda excitable, especially when drinking. He kept running his mouth about seeing "his gold"...he was not winning friends and influencing people, if you get my meaning. Anyway, I soon got him out of there, without getting arrested or anything and we proceeded to visit the Patton Museum...neat place, I really enjoyed it.
Now to the point about the Ohio Valley Speedway...
On the way back to Louisville, my brother sees a sign for the Speedway and wants to go see it. Now, my brother had raced dirt track late models for years and fancied himself the second coming of Richard Petty or maybe Cale Yarborough. He had built cars with a friend who owned a speed shop and they had actually been pretty good until divorces had ruined their businesses. Anyway, he managed to get the Lincoln Town Car entered in the drag races that afternoon. He actually won his first heat while driving totally trashed. He came prety close to winning the second race, I think he lost to some good ole Southern boy in a pickup or something. I was getting pretty drunk by that time trying to pick up some pretty girl...didn't work out. Something about a boyfriend and about six other guys...
So we bailed out of there pretty quick and ended up at some roadside bar shooting pool and drinking and these guys come in wanting to know who owned the big black Town Car out front. I thought, Oh, boy, here we go...more friends of the guy whose chick I was messin'with. They wanted to know if that was the same Lincoln that had run at the drags earlier. So I said, "Yeah, what about it?" They started laughing and said they had never seen anything like it and we were local heroes for the rest of the evening. Great fun and a fun memory.
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