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This story has been slightly edited and I hope it does not offend anyone. I need to share a story with you, it comes to mind almost every time I think of my time spent assigned to the Embassy in Tokyo. Its a story I often tell to family, friends, and strangers every time I hear the word "shit" used to describe ones own misalliances "stuff". It was during a Friday morning inspection of the third floor annex at the Marine House. Pretty typical walk through, with Top and the ANCOIC in tow. Master sergeant Ingelet, and SSgt Ross (I think). They had just finished with the 2nd floor. They check the head, and shower area, then walked down the hall spending a few minutes in each Marines room. It was old hat, no big deal; we had done it a hundred times before. The guys from the second floor came up and ran down the hall to wait in the recreation room at the end of the hall, grab-assing with guys standing in front of their doors still waiting for their rooms to be checked. One by one we all moved into the rec-room to hear of any issues there may be from Top after he finished our floor. Once the rooms were done they moved into the rec-room, and then Top went on to the kitchen. It was small so only one person could fit. I don’t recall now what we were all talking about as we waited for Top to finish. Some of the guys were on the two couches; some were playing pool (that was a good table). For as small as that kitchen was, Top was sure spending a long time in there this morning. Finally with the refrigerator still open and he standing in front of the opened door, he asks us all. “Who’s shit is this in the Refrigerator”? We all looked at each other a bit puzzled that he should as such a foolish question, and in a kind of unanimous agreement, one or two of us spoke up. “Well damn Top, we’ve all got some shit in there”. “Yeah Top, I got shit in there”. Yet another Marine chimed in, “Me to”. Top Stepped away from the refrigerator, shutting the door slowly and deliberate. Looking at us as though we were of the “living dead” there to claim his sole, there seemed to be fear in his eyes. “Aren’t we supposed to use that refrigerator for our shit”? “Yeah, that’s why its up here, isn’t it”? “Don’t you have a refrigerator for your shit”? Just as quickly as the light in the refrigerator went out as Top shut the door that morning, I saw that light come on in his face. He laughed long and hard, we were still quite puzzled, or I should say all but one was puzzled. Then Top opened a yogurt cup he had taken from the refrigerator and angled the cup so we could all see its contents. “No” Top said, “ I mean who’s shit is this”? There it was, a piece of some ones turd, about the size of a “Milk dud”. There were several more yogurt cups in that refrigerator. I can only imagine what must have going through Tops mind. He was probably trying to formulate some kind of explanation that he could write up and send off the Major in Hong Kong. He’d have to somehow explain how half the detachment went quite insane, and started collecting each other’s shit in yogurt cups (but for what?). After getting over being grossed out, we all thought is was pretty funny. Turns out one young Marine had contracted some kind of dysentery while assigned to a previous detachment. Once he had gotten to Japan he started seeing a Doc. Come to find out, he had to capture his stool once a day for a week or so, and keep them in separate containers, guess he was going to take it to the Doc later. We all just thought he was on some kind of diet or something. Shits funny that way. Good time, huh?
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