This being from the internet, I cannot verify, but the following is supposedly a true story relating a situation that actually occurred in Los Angeles:

U.S. Marines were backing-up LAPD on a call that someone had broken into a store. At the scene, the cop told the Marines to "cover" him as he approached the store (to police, "cover" means to point your weapons in the direction of the threat, to Marines it means lay down a base of fire!). The Marines promptly laid down a base of fire. The Marines fired 178 rounds before they stopped shooting. The thief, probably a little scared at this point, called 911 and reported, "They're shooting at me!"

For you, BoatBob2 & BadBobby....

A Soldier and a Sailor boarded a quick shuttle flight out of Dallas, headed for Houston. One sat in the window seat, the other sat in the middle seat. Just before take-off, a U.S. Marine got on and took the aisle seat next to the two. The Jarhead kicked off his shoes, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Soldier in the window seat said, "I think I'll get up and get a coke."

"No problem," said the Marine, "I'll get it for you." While he was gone, the Soldier picked up the Leatherneck's shoe and spit in it.

When the Gyrene returned with the coke, the Sailor in the middle seat said, "That looks good, I think I'll have one too." Again, the Marine again obligingly went to fetch it and while he was gone, the Sailor picked up the Marines's other shoe and spit in it. The Devil-Dog returned and they all sat back and enjoyed the rest of the short flight to Houston.

As the plane was landing, the Marine slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened. "How long must this go on?" the Marine asked. "This fighting between our services? This hatred? This animosity? This spitting in shoes and pissing in cokes?"