At Pendleton, when I was an MP. I’m watching a movie that showed a gate there, but it wasn’t the main gate. When people came through the gate, we gave them a visitor’s pass, except for the Model from Hollywood. She showed up in a Porsche and never wore a bra, and she was SOO hot. It was known to all MPs that when she showed up, you did NOT give her a visitors pass, but requested that she go into the Guard Shack and fill out paperwork. The absolute highlight of our week. She jiggled and wiggled and strutted and was a marvel of harmonic motion. I wonder if she knew our little game and enjoyed the moment too.

She made commercials on the base. About what, I do not know. Who cared then or now…

Sounds like the carwash scene from Cool Hand Luke.

That what get in the Brig today.

We had two gunner's mates who hid two Spanish girls in the aft gun directory when we left Barcelona headed back to the states.. They told them that they would smuggle them into the states for "privilege's" for the seven day cruise. The got busted one day out and we turned around to take the ladies back. One hour after the ladies left the ship so did the two sailors in cuffs and were never heard from again. Good thing all your lady did 603 was fill out forms or someone would have snitched.

We just watched her walk. A wonderful vision indeed. There really weren’t a lot of high spots of happiness when I was a Lance Corporal working gates back then (1971). But, I was most certainly a serious bada__, with the 45 on my hip and 5 rounds in the mag, or at least I thought so.

And the thing with the gal having to fill out paperwork for a visitor’s tag preceded me by forever. First thing we were told at that gate by the more senior guys was to not give her a visitor pass till she did the paperwork. And…we ran the Brig, so who messes with us?

Geez…1971. If I was an end table, I’d be an antique.