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Dick, got over being called Dick. In the Marine Boot Camp he got called worse. But he made it through. And surprising even to himself, he came out as a Private First Class, PFC. After his Warrior Training at Camp LeJeune, he went on to his Military Occupational Specialty, MOS, training. He was trained to be a Military Police, MP. At his first duty station, now Lance Corporal, LCpl, Dick was put on the gate as a guard. It was a boring job for a guy trained to be a policeman. There just wasn’t much to do just waving cars through the gate, checking ID’s and saluting officers. He needed a break. It had been nearly 2 years since he had been home.

About Thanksgiving he got the courage up to ask his dad if it was ok for him to come back home for a visit. "Sure son. Your mom and I have missed you." Dick had told his buddies about how he had come to be in the Marines. He still kept a regulation haircut, but it was barely that. Few MP’s really kept their hair high and tight. Usually those that were planning to make the Corps a career, "Lifers". Dick was only planning to stay long enough to get the GI Bill benefit of helping pay for college. He doubted he’d ever re-enlist. He asked for and was granted leave to begin the Friday before Thanksgiving and he would be away for two weeks. That week before he left was busy, with his regular duties and getting ready to go. He didn’t have any civvies at home any more, he would have to take enough to last the two weeks, since the ticket was costing him much of his last check and some of his savings. He took someone else’s night duty so he would have the day to get ready to go. He could crash right after he got off at 0800 and sleep until 1300 or so, and have time to get everything packed and himself ready to go, pick up his papers and get to the airport on time. His buddies decided to play a practical joke on him before he left.

They got off duty at noon and went to the barracks to make sure their buddy, Dick, was ready for his travel. They yanked him up from sleep and before he was fully awake, hustled him down to the barracks barber. The Sergeant was willing to go along, (he was going to get his own kick out of this). Dick was sitting in the chair with a towel around his neck, still not fully awake. The barracks barber snapped on the clippers and before Dick knew what was happening, the hair on top of his head was a half inch. "What the hell?" "Just sit still, I’ll have your hair cut so you will have a plenty of time to get ready for your leave. Your buddy's here wanted to make sure you looked like a Marine." The guys were standing there laughing at the look on Dick’s face. They got quiet when he glared at them and said, "I’ll get even with you guy’s. Just wait." There wasn’t much he could do but let the Sergeant finish the haircut. With the top down, the barber took the guard off and soon the sides and back were bare skin. Wahl 000000 clipper blades weren’t called ‘balding’ blades for nothing. All the way up to the top, hardly even a little transition. "How about a real gung ho cut?" It wasn’t really a question as he began working on the top, freehanding the really short flat top. In a matter of minutes, Dick who perhaps could have used a trim, went from a little over 3 inches of hair on top to a horseshoe flat top skinned high and tight on the sides. "There you go Lance Corporal a good high and tight. It should last until you come back from leave." He brushed Dick's head off with a soft brush and took the towel from around his neck. Dick got out of the chair with his hand up feeling the top of his head.

He grabbed his best buddy by the arm and pushed him down into the chair. "You’re next. Just like mine," he said to the barracks barber. His buddy started to protest. "Take it like a man. Sit there and you better still have it when I get back from leave." Dick watched as the barracks barber started taking the off the top using those same balding clippers with a half inch guard. Dick began to grin as his buddy’s hair fell. When the Sergeant took the guard off and started on the sides, he left to go get his shower. He heard the Sergeant say to the other two guy’s who had come down to see him get his haircut and were now trying to ease their way out the door: "you guy’s don’t go away, you’re next." They started to go out the door anyway. Dick turned on them; "what, you guys can’t take your own medicine. Chicken shit’s! Ain't got no balls?" They went back in.

Dick went back to his room. He smiled to himself, he hadn’t planned to get his haircut until he got back, and he’d been thinking about getting a high and tight. He would like to make Corporal before he got out and figured he was going to have to start acting the part. Well, now it was done. He’d keep it that way. The First Sergeant would be surprised when he went to pick up his leave papers.

If he’d known all that his buddy’s were planning, Dick would have moved a little quicker and kept his locker locked. Back in his room he gathered up his skivvies and took them to the laundry room. It took him about an hour to get everything washed and dried and folded up. His buddy’s were back with their high and tights, waiting for him in his room. "You guy’s look pretty sharp. How long you lifer’s gonna keep it cut like that?" "About as long as you do." "Bet you won’t. Bet you pussy’s will be letting it grow out before I get back." "What you wanna bet, Dickhead? We’ll keep it cut like this as long as you do." "We’ll see," Dick said, "who chickens out first." He got his suitcase out and packed his skivvies in it, an put his civvies in the bigger one. It was getting time for him to take a shower and get ready to go. All done, he left one change of traveling clothes out.

"You guy’s gonna spend the day here? I’ve gotta get my shower." "We are just waiting to see you off." They made no move to leave. Dick shrugged and grabbed his towel and shaving kit headding towards the shower to get his bath. He had no more closed the door than they had his suitcase open and began taking his civilian clothes out stuffing them in a plastic trash bag. They opened his locker got his two sets of green alpha uniforms, extra green trousers, long sleeved khaki shirts, and packed them carefully. As an MP he had extra sets of dress uniforms. They made sure he had his two ties and the tie clasp, 4 pair of black dress socks and even tucked in his green barracks cover with the large Eagle Globe and Anchor (it would slip over the frame of the white dress cover). Last, they put in the shoe shine kit. In the smaller suitcase they removed his old briefs and tee shirts. Now they put in 5 new white crew neck tee shirts and 5 new white boxer shorts, as well as an extra web belt with new shiny brass. They took all the rest of his civvies and uniforms out of his locker, leaving only his dress blue uniform with the ribbons and badges in place. They checked his dress shoes to make sure they were spit shined. They even took the clothes from the shower room where he had dropped them. He seemed oblivious to them snatching his clothes up while his shower steamed the glass up. They closed the big suit case, putting it by the door and left the small one on his bunk so he could put his shaving gear in it. Only his best buddy stayed to get his reaction when he found he was going to have to travel in his dress blues. The other two took the two garbage bags of civvies and underwear down to the dumpster and pitched them in. The uniforms they took to their room until Dick left. That would get even for the high and tights he thought was so cool.

They had worked quickly, albeit carefully so as not to mess up his uniforms any more than packing them would do. Dick came out with the towel wrapped around his waist. His hair hadn’t taken a minute to dry. His mouth flew open and he uttered the curse you would have expected when he found one white crew neck tee shirt, one pair of white boxer shorts, one pair of black dress socks, his spit shined dress shoes, his white cover, and his dress blues the only thing in his locker. "Where the fuck are my clothes?" He turned on his buddy. "Where’s my damn clothes?" "Cool it Dick. You are going to wear your uniforms while you're on leave, we got them all packed up for you. Dress blues to travel in, goes with the haircut. All of your other clothes will be here when you come back, (he didn’t know the civvies had not been taken to the guys room but tossed). Better get moving. You only have a half hour to pick up your papers before we have to head to the airport." Dick was seething. First a Recon high and tight, now dress blues. The First Sergeant was going to think he’d flipped out. This just wasn’t "the" Lance Corporal Dick. He got dressed. His buddy was right. He would just have to put a good face on it if he wanted to catch his plane. All dressed, his buddy checked him over. "Man you look sharp. Let me take a picture of you." Dick shook his head aggravated. "Hurry up then. As you said, we need to be moving." His buddy took a couple of pictures of him with and without the hat on. "Don’t forget your gloves." He made sure the small suitcase was shut and picked them both up to take down to the car.

Usually the office clerk handed out the leave papers and logged it in the company book and that was that. "Hey First Sergeant, come out and look at Lance Corporal Dick." The First Sergeant came out. "Well! You bucking for Marine of the Month. Lance Corporal Dick?" "First Sergeant, this is my buddy’s idea of a send off. They took all my civilian clothes and all I have are my uniforms. They left this hanging in my locker to wear. They also thought I should get a good haircut before I left." "Well, you do look sharp and for sure that's a Marine haircut. No one will take you for anything else." the First Sergeant said as he looked him over. "Have a safe trip. I think I have something for you when you get back." Dick rolled his eye’s, sometimes that was worse than volunteering. "Don’t worry. I think you are just the Marine for the job." He turned to the clerk. "Ok, give him his leave papers, make sure they get logged in the book." He held out his hand to Lance Corporal Dick, which took him sort of by surprise. "Take care of yourself," was all he said as they shook hands, then he went back to his office.

At the airport, Dick got out at the unloading platform, the Skycap helped him get the luggage out, tagged it, and sent it down the chute. "We’ll take care of this for you. I’ll make sure it makes your plane." Dick started to hand him a tip. "No, a Marine serving his country doesn’t need to tip the folks he’s defending. You have a safe trip." Dick thanked him and turned back to his buddy. "Oh, by the way, I meant to tell you, the First Sergeant wants to see all three of you guys in his office on Monday morning. I think you’d better be in your alpha’s, ribbons and badges. I’m sure that’s what he said. A special assignment." He grinned as he turned away. ‘One good turn deserves another.’ He heard his buddy mutter. ‘Damn Dickhead. I can’t believe he said anything.’ Dick almost laughed as he went to check in. He was almost embarrassed by the attention he got in his uniform. It was also amazing as they whisked him through security, then invited him to the ‘sky lounge’. ‘Not bad he thought, for a dickhead.’

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