The story you're about to read is the truth behind the coat. Reader discretion is
advised.
I had purchased the coat about a year before joining the Marines, back in October of 2005. Then, after being stationed up at Bangor on July 15, 2006, I had all my favorite clothes sent to my location. That fall I met a girl through one of the guys in my platoon and eventually started dating her.
Prior to the incident, the platoon was getting messed with quite a bit for something one of the new guys did. I was in a bad mood, and my ex wasn't helping, so I wasn't in the best of moods to begin with. Now onto the story:
It was a warm, sunny day the following May. I had gone to Seattle to visit my girlfriend, by means of Ferry. While crossing the bridge on my way to the bus, a bum asked me for change. Money was tight, It was a couple days before pay day, and I had just paid my bills. I kept walking. As I passed him, he reached out to touch my leg, "Excuse me sir, do you have any spare change?" He asked.
"No, I'm afraid not. Sorry..." I replied as I started walking again.
The bum, shoulder length raggedy hair and beard to match, got up and started yelling all kinds of 'war monger can't spare a quarter' type crap. But I kept walking. He was following me, causing a scene. I ducked into an alley way, people watching me from all sides. I made it about half way through the alley, still being followed by the loud ranting bum, until he put his hand on my shoulder and asked if I managed to find anything in my pocket yet. I stopped.
I was ignoring him up until now. He was making a scene, he had already invaded my comfort zone, and over all: He was picking on me. I was kind enough to let it slide, but he crossed the line again.
I swatted his hand off my shoulder and told him to back off, he replied with a shard of glass to my chest. I jumped back and felt the wound, it was small, but it pissed me off. I quickly drew my OC spray and blasted him in the face with it. He rushed me and tackled me to the ground, dripping the contents on my face and knocking the spray from my hands. I managed to pin him while exchanging blows, despite the burning of my face. He kept fighting back, so I punched him square in the jaw. He grabbed my left sleeve as I drew back to hit him again, tearing the back part of it at the seam. As he punched my cheek bone, I pulled back farther and removed the sleeve from my arm. I brought my bony-ass elbow into his face, ending the fight.
I stood up, grabbed my sleeve and OC spray, made a smart ass coment about beig a war monger, and walked off. I removed the other sleeve with my knife while walking to the bus stop (Which I had missed due to the fucking bum).
Once on the bus, the driver asked about some of the blood, I told him it was the halloween stuff and that it was just part of my makeup. By the time I was on the bus, the burning had stopped, and since it wasn't in my eyes, it was tolerable anyway. Kept thinking to myself 'It's not as bad as training was, fuck it!'
Anyway, that the end of the story. Also part of the reason I hate bums. Got in a fight with one in California, as well. Only he had a knife and was going after another Marine... But yeah, the end!
I had purchased the coat about a year before joining the Marines, back in October of 2005. Then, after being stationed up at Bangor on July 15, 2006, I had all my favorite clothes sent to my location. That fall I met a girl through one of the guys in my platoon and eventually started dating her.
Prior to the incident, the platoon was getting messed with quite a bit for something one of the new guys did. I was in a bad mood, and my ex wasn't helping, so I wasn't in the best of moods to begin with. Now onto the story:
It was a warm, sunny day the following May. I had gone to Seattle to visit my girlfriend, by means of Ferry. While crossing the bridge on my way to the bus, a bum asked me for change. Money was tight, It was a couple days before pay day, and I had just paid my bills. I kept walking. As I passed him, he reached out to touch my leg, "Excuse me sir, do you have any spare change?" He asked.
"No, I'm afraid not. Sorry..." I replied as I started walking again.
The bum, shoulder length raggedy hair and beard to match, got up and started yelling all kinds of 'war monger can't spare a quarter' type crap. But I kept walking. He was following me, causing a scene. I ducked into an alley way, people watching me from all sides. I made it about half way through the alley, still being followed by the loud ranting bum, until he put his hand on my shoulder and asked if I managed to find anything in my pocket yet. I stopped.
I was ignoring him up until now. He was making a scene, he had already invaded my comfort zone, and over all: He was picking on me. I was kind enough to let it slide, but he crossed the line again.
I swatted his hand off my shoulder and told him to back off, he replied with a shard of glass to my chest. I jumped back and felt the wound, it was small, but it pissed me off. I quickly drew my OC spray and blasted him in the face with it. He rushed me and tackled me to the ground, dripping the contents on my face and knocking the spray from my hands. I managed to pin him while exchanging blows, despite the burning of my face. He kept fighting back, so I punched him square in the jaw. He grabbed my left sleeve as I drew back to hit him again, tearing the back part of it at the seam. As he punched my cheek bone, I pulled back farther and removed the sleeve from my arm. I brought my bony-ass elbow into his face, ending the fight.
I stood up, grabbed my sleeve and OC spray, made a smart ass coment about beig a war monger, and walked off. I removed the other sleeve with my knife while walking to the bus stop (Which I had missed due to the fucking bum).
Once on the bus, the driver asked about some of the blood, I told him it was the halloween stuff and that it was just part of my makeup. By the time I was on the bus, the burning had stopped, and since it wasn't in my eyes, it was tolerable anyway. Kept thinking to myself 'It's not as bad as training was, fuck it!'
Anyway, that the end of the story. Also part of the reason I hate bums. Got in a fight with one in California, as well. Only he had a knife and was going after another Marine... But yeah, the end!
