Tell It to the Marines

Even before they had time to sleep or wipe the sweat, dirt and blood off their faces, a group of U.S. Marines was whisked straight from the fight on Eniwetok to somebody's idea of heaven: a movie. Dog-tired, they were glad enough to flop down anywhere. Suddenly on the wrinkled screen, smiling winsomely, glowed the features of Frank Sinatra. And soft against the battle-battered Marine eardrums throbbed Frank's velvet protestations of his love for them. There was a short, amazed, ecstatic silence; then the Marines yawped, groaned and moaned, "Frankie, Oh Frankie, Oh Frankie, kiss me Frankie!"

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