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Not your father's Marine Corps, indeed.


Staff Sgt. Colleen Wilcox, radio chief, Communications Detachment, Combat Logistics Battalion 13, 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit and Waterford, Mich. native, leads an aerobics class on the flight deck of USS Comstock, June 24. Wilcox desires to become a certified instructor through Aerobics Fitness Association of America so she can officially teach both Marines and Sailors. Photo by Cpl. Robert C. Medina

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Hey - those BAMs ain't so BA, knowwhutImean?
 
Huh. So *that's* why the Navy has flight decks...
 
Times sure have changed.

I can remember when dancing in short shorts of the flight line would have probably gotten you sent home.
 
I remember a comment by a Marine infantry LT, re: pilates: "That shit HURTS."

Defnitely not your father's Corps.
 
 So... where is the high res version of this?

You know, so I can get pointers on improving my photography skills of course. ;)
 
Had a company commander at Ft Carson back in the early '80's who brought in a petite aerobics hottie one time to give us a change of pace from the usual daily dozen.  She wore our @$$e$ OUT...
 
All I can say is, what's the guy in green looking at....and what's the girl in black on the right looking at? 

 
Navyshooter...don't ask/don't tell.  In a couple of months when Barry and Gates do away with DADT, THEN ask.
 
If that isn't a pic begging for a caption...
 
...what's the guy in green looking at....and what's the girl in black on the right looking at?

As long as we're on the subject, why is the guy on the 'way right lifting his leg aft while everyone else is lifting 'em forrard?

Oh, right. Marine.

Never mind.

 
Seeing those little steppy things in the pic brought back baaaad memories.

When I was a boot noob, fresh out of infantry school, I noticed these low 'benches' that dotted the area around obstacle courses and other places where we'd be gathered up to sweat and curse.  They were of a height that came to just below the knee on the average sized Marine.

I thought they were for sittin on and resting. But, nooooooo. Those things were for stepping up and down on for an hour at a time. You know, because we just might, might mind you, be sent to someplace with hills or mountains that need climbing.

There was some consideration allowed to our frail human bodies. The first time through, we didn't have to wear deuce gear. Second time through was full field load though.

I still flinch at the sight of stairs.