Last night there was a new bloke at band practice, or so I thought initially. When the band played at the Ballarat Military Tattoo in January, we met up with the US Marine Band of the 7th Fleet, and got on with them quite well. Some of them we have stayed in touch with since January, one in particular corresponds regularly. His mate from high school - also a Marine - was travelling to Australia, and so our US bandie friend recommended us to him.
So this yank Marine turns up and sits through our woeful practice, and we eventually get down to the Mess for a beer about 11pm. After a few beers this bloke grabs one of his empty bottles and another on the table and places them in the bin with the incantation, "a couple of dead Indians."
Stennos leans over to me and says, "I don't suppose we should mention to him that our expression is: "a couple of dead Marines."
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