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observations from after boot camp

Why did I join the Marines- Honor? Integrity? Feelings? We all enlisted for different reasons. I was in the thick of things during high school – living in Florida- the Cuban Missile Crises- some adults feared this time as they lived through World War 11- and saw ships torpedoed of Miami Beach – planes overhead day and night. Also, we as kids grew up with a lot of war movies on TV and the Movies as well. After my time in high school – was undecided as what I wanted to do = or where I was headed? Decided to join the Marines – one of my friends had a brother who was a Marine and came to visit his family. He was a little guy- but very confident and carried himself with a head held high- and approached a bully among us- and the guy was a big guy- and got in his face and told him to back off and stop pushing others around. The guy backed off as with all bullies – they do not want someone to challenge them. The Marines gave me confidence- and integrity- and taught me to work with others- and be compassionate too. Help those who need help- and be there for your comrades. Teamwork or Gung Ho! was important- and pick up the slack in a joint effort to overcome an obstacle. You are one out of many- but if one or two take the lead the others will follow- and you accomplish the mission or job at hand. I realize that as an athlete you are faced with a huge payday- but I would not take a knee- so to speak- I think it is disrespecting the FLAG and what it stands for!!! I understand that some take a knee to protest the police and in some instances racial inequality- but I feel this is the wrong forum to express your discontent this way in this manner. I also think our President is not correct in his manner of addressing this issue. We follow our leaders, but at what cost. Everything is not black and white either. I am a Marine from 1963- old timer and times change – weapons change- theaters of operations change- the enemy changes his way of fighting too! We are Marines and we adjust as always. Never thought of who I am or what I would be without being a Marine- Semper Fi! and God bless Our Marine Corps and our Country.

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Reunion and Remembrance Ceremony for BLT 2/26: Friday, September, 14 through Sunday, September 16, 2018

Are you a Marine or Navy corpsman who was with Battalion Landing Team 2/26 in the DMZ in Vietnam in September and October 1968?

Were you on LZ Margo?

Are you a friend or family member of such a Marine or corpsman? Or a family member of one of our brothers who we lost in the DMZ?

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It’s a Calling…

I would absolutely go back in The Corps., if given the opportunity, with no hesitation whatsoever — or, in a ‘heartbeat,’ as the previous Marine proudly proclaimed. I stopped watching anything NFL long before the present-day activism we are seeing now. Only back then, I’d began seeing certain political positions the NFL (now the NBA it seems) were taking off the field, which I didn’t agree with, but now it’s bleeding over into the games themselves — out of control, in my opinion. A former (always) Marine, I served from ’81 to ’87. I was part of the ‘Reagan Buildup’ of the military during the Cold War. I had eagerly enlisted right out of high school. Only then, we viewed it as ‘uncertain times,’ what with Iran (after the American hostage release) on the move, and with Russia massively building up it’s military during the Carter years (President Carter). So I do see a certain parallel with today’s world climate. I knew I wanted to be a Marine as a little kid growing up in the late ’60s/early ’70s, because at that time, my uncle was a Recon Marine. He was KIA in Vietnam in ’68. My oldest brother had gone off to bootcamp that same year, and later went to Vietnam to serve two tours. He received two purple hearts and later came home in ’75. During the time I was in, I was a special operator (8151) in El Salvador and Nicaragua. However, my hats off are always to the Maines of WWII and Vietnam..! So yes, I’d definitely serve again for my Country..!!

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Sgt. Schultz and his glass eye

This story took place at MCSC Albany, Ga. in 1964. Sgt. Schultz was a decorated Korean War Vet. Being wounded in Korea, He had lost his left eye and he was given a glass replacement. He was a little guy, about 5′ 5″ and weighed about 140 lbs. He was a Marine with a sense of humor beyond compare. He was sarcastic and outright funny and could make anyone laugh with the antics he could pull off. On an overseas tour, he had a spare glass eye made up in Japan but the exception was that this eye had a tinny, gold Marine Corps emblem in the center. He called it “His inspection eye”.So, any time there was to be any major inspection like a C.G., a junk on the bunk, or whatever, he would wear his eye with the emblem. Schultz favorite move was to walk up to a group of new Marines who had never seen his inspection eye and shock the hell out of them. Every one would react the same way. Their head would jerk back, Their eyes would pop wide open and their jaw would drop. He would then laugh and say “knocked off their skivvies”.or one thing or another. On this Morning we where geared up for a Commanding Generals inspection. Schultz took his place as 1st squad leader of our platoon. I was 2nd squad leader and stood directly behind him with a perfect view of the reactions he would get. I knew off the special glass eye but had never seen it put into action at an inspection before. As we where about to be called to attention, Schultz said “every one ready for some fun”!!. The first officer to inspect (as I recall) was a Lt. Colonel. Schultz raised his rifle to inspection arms, looking down to inspect for a clear chamber then raised his head. With that the Colonel reacted the same way everyone did then spoke. Ah Ah Ah AND JUST WHAT IS THAT THING!!!?? Sir, that is my glass eye, Semper Fi and Gung Ho sir. The Colonel stuttered saying he had never seen anything like it before. Schultz answered that not many had either Sir, had it made up in Japan a few years ago. Well said the Colonel when this inspection is over, you are to proceed to sickbay and have that thing surveyed ASAP. From behind, I stood there tight-lipped trying not to burst out laughing. Schultz mumbled ” wonder if his bowels moved”. I mumbled back “I believed they may have”. In the Corps there was always one Marine or another who could bring down the house with humor and Sgt. Schultz was one of them.

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MARINE OF THE WEEK // He refused to leave a fallen Marine behind…

Sgt. Eubaldo Lovato
1st Battalion, 8th marines
November 11, 2004
Operation Phantom Fury, Fallujah, Iraq
Award: Silver Star (upgraded from Bronze Star)

During the second battle for Fallujah, then-Corporal Lovato and his squad was ordered to clear a house. What the Marines did not know is that insurgents had barricaded themselves behind sandbags in one room.
When a fire team entered the room, Cpl. Travis Desiato was killed ­immediately by a barrage of AK-47 fire and fell to the floor. The insurgents put up such a volume of fire that the other Marines could not retrieve their comrade. The Marines fired ­blindly, unable to see the enemy fighters behind their barricade.
Lovato and the others in his squad could see Desiato on the ground. They tried calling out to him but he didn’t answer. A group of five Marines including Lovato made several attempts to reach Desiato ’s body. They threw C4 plastic explosives into the room, but it ­generated so much smoke that the Marines could not see anything. Then one Marine attached part of a shattered mirror to a stick, which allowed him to see where the insurgents were.
Pinned by enemy fire, Lovato manuvered to retrieve more grenades, with bullets passing through his pants pockets and sling.
Eventually Lovato was able to crawl to reach his Marines and asked a tank to blast the back of the building. The Marines stormed the building and killed the enemy inside. Lovato retrieved Desiato’s body.

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Question For The Vets That Know What Honor Is!

This is just a quick question to all of the military vets out there. Would you rather go back to the field and defend you country with your life, or, would you rather join the NFL and get to do what they usually do and get paid millions? By the way, I’m only asking this question so that I can write about the salaries for you guys in the military and the NFL. It’s for school and I don’t know any military guys that live near me. Also, if you’re an Air Force vet, plz don’t be offended by the pictures that are on here. I found them funny.

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Aboard the USNS Gaffey March 1965 to Yokohama, Japan

Just joined the story time at Sgt Grit Community and read the story about a trip to Japan. Loved it. So i had to share my experience. We pulled out of San Diego on March 5th heading, initially, for Pearl Harbor, a five day voyage. I was a Buck Sergeant so i was birthed in the lower deck, three stack bunks. I was really enjoying the cruise until the ship left the harbor. As soon as the bow hit the Pacific currents the bow took a bow and so did my stomach. Within minutes I was hanging over the rail emptying my stomach overboard. To say i was sick is an under statement. When chow call was announced I joined the chow line, filled my tray, found an open seat at one of the metal tables welded to the deck and bulkhead. It took just one bite of food and, yep, you guessed it, I was off to the head. All that day I was sick and sleeping didn’t’ abate the problem. The next morning a sailor saw my condition and took me to the galley and gave me an empty #10 tomato can. I carried that can four two more days,. On the third day my platoon sergeant took me to sick bay and one look at me by the Naval Doctor and I was put in bunk Nd the Doc gave me a shot. What it was I never found out, but it seemed like minutes my stomach settled down. He also gave me some Dramamine and I spent the rest of the voyage walking about 2 inches off the deck. We had shore liberty for a few hours in Honolulu and pulled out of Pearl the next morning heading for Yokohama. Everything was great for the next 8 days, then we caught the tail end of a Pacific typhoon. The old Gaffey took a beating. The night before we pulled into Japan the waves and swells were so powerful the fan tail seemed to jump out of the ocean and the tork was so powerful one of the drive shafts that turned one of the propellers snapped. For the rest of the voyage Gaffey limped into Yokohama harbor on one screw. That’s not all. During that fateful night the Captain was thrown from his bridge chair, hit the deck and broke his hip. Ouch!… Lastly, once we were docked the PA system announced the names of 120 Marines telling them to get their gear and report to the rear gang plank. I was one of those whose names was called. Once all 120 men were formed into a platoon, the Gaffey was pulled out of the harbor and I never saw it again. However, one of the Staff NCO’s told us the rest of those Marines were being taken to Viet Nam.

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VMA 225 On board the USS Enterprise CVAN-65 during the blockade of Cuba in 1962

VMA 225 was the first Marine squadron to serve on a nuclear powered carrier. we were on board the Enterprise from Oct.20 to Dec.9 1962 as part of the blockade of Cuba, I was a 6511 MOS (aviation ordnance) & I still remember the first three days aboard ship we only got three hours sleep getting all our A4D 2N Skyhawk aircraft configured with external stores racks and loaded with munitions with pilots sitting in their aircraft on all four cats with sealed orders as we thought we were going to war.

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“The P.S.I.D. Incident”

From 1987 – 9, I worked in the Intelligence Management Branch of HQMC (INTM). One of my colleagues and comrades there was LDO 0205 Captain Joe Burroughs, a PGIP classmate from 1984-5. Joe was working on some sensitive projects, while I was assisting LtCol. Steve Foster (of MCIA fame) in the main part of INTM – people and training.

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Pacific crossing

What fun it was for me to read Jim Barber’s account of sailing on the good ship Breckinridge. I, too, shipped to Japan on her January, 1958. His tales of the challenges in the forward head were honestly right on. I want to add how difficult it was maneuvering safely on the slippery liquid and other matter on that sloped tile floor in typhoon conditions. He didn’t mention the joy we experienced when the above deck dependents of other services carried their pets down the ladder to do their business on the tiny deck space the marines were mounded, gasping for fresh air. Overall, it was a fine 23 day cruise with the screw out of the water about half the time. To you and your other marine subscribers, Semper Fi.

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