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2 of a Kind

While serving in Vietnam with 3/1/1 in 1968, I acquired a little friend. My last name being Mongar, I was given the nickname, “Mongoose”. Seems that the kids in a local ville that we tromped through occasionally, heard me being called, “Mongoose”, and next time through, they presented my with this very young mongoose. After my first day of carrying this little critter around, it never left my side. The little thing met it’s Waterloo during a mortar and rocket attack in Elephant Valley, in June or July of 1968. It was an experience I will never forget, one of those things that happened in Vietnam that can never be repeated.

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Proudly Served In The Corps

Here I am with Brandi Alexandra, a 6 lb. Reindeer Chihuahua in her Woman Marine Dress Blues. I am a Vietnam Nam Era Veteran who proudly served in the Corps from Nov. '68-'70, at MCRD San Diego,CA. Believe me, I would NEVER change those two years for anything! I was assigned to the Provost Marshals Office where I had the honor of working with GySgt. Jimmy Howard, Medal of Honor recipient, and worked in Casual Company, both H&S Bn. MCRD. San Diego. I Loved My Jobs!

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Rest in Peace “Mo”

My boyfriend, a Marine who proudly served during Desert storm had always wanted the Marine Corps mascot as his own.  While he was at Parris Island he sent his mother a post card with an English bulldog in dress blues. On the post card it read something like, "One day I will get a dog like this." And to this day, she still has the post card.  Many years past and one day William, my Marine, told me we were going to get a puppy!     He had found www.pottersbulldogs.net, a website that had bulldog puppies.  Spur of the moment, we traveled 3 hours from our home to go take a look.  Well the trip ended up being a ridiculously long one, for we ended up getting stuck on I-75 for hours upon hours due to a fatal car accident.  We were both exhausted by the time we arrived at the breeders home.  We looked at several English bulldog puppies, but it didn't take long for William to make his final choice.  He held in the palm of his hand a chubby brindle and white puppy with a spot over one eye; who we decided we were going to take home.  Well it didn't take long for me to become very frustrated on the long drive home.  See we didn't really think or plan any at all.  I held the puppy in my lap in the car and we weren't traveling for more than 10 minutes before I got peed on the first time.  Not long after that the little fellow pooped.  30 minutes after we had him we turned around and took him back.  We obviously were in more than we bargained for.  We talked things over with the breeder and decided we would travel home and come back after we were prepared to bring a puppy home.  The next day we made the long haul once again, but this time we had a box, plenty of towels, and old t-shirts because we knew we were going to be dealing with lots of poop and pee for a 3 hour drive back.  This was the day William found a true buddy.   We were the new parents of an English bulldog, the Marine Corps mascot, a devil dog! Well he was more like a cute little chubby piggy while he was a puppy, something to awe about other than fear.  Everyone fell in love with our new pet.  We thought of names and didn't think of anything good until William thought of one… a formal name, "Maximus Aurelius," and Max for short, which turned in to "MoMo" and "Mo" his name we leaned on calling him. Everyone that got to be around Mo fell completely in love.  He was the sweetest, cutest, funniest, most wonderful puppy anyone could ever ask for.  He ate like a pig, farted, and snored so unbelievably loud.  He grew so fast into our macho-puppy/dog.   Mo never served in the military.  He never walked on a battlefield, although Mo did serve his master with unconditional loyalty, love, and companionship.  He was Williams pet for sure; he lived to be by William's side.  He could care less about anyone else; he just wanted to be where his master was.  Don't get me wrong, Mo was friendly and loved to meet new people.  What makes me believe that our English bully was a true Marine Corps mascot was his personality.  He was everything I thought a Marine to be.  He was headstrong, fearless, stought, loyal, passionate, and faithful.  He was tough too.  Once he had the pad on his foot cut, he jumped out of the truck and broke his leg too.  He had surgery with screws and rods in his leg, but he never changed. He loved his master, no place would he rather be.    He loved to ride in the back of the truck, tongue stuck out with a mile of slobber flowing behind and barked out at every car that passed.  I think he was trying to protect us from them or something.  He loved to run at full speed… for short distances.  He loved his swimming pool, and would dive and eat carrots we threw in it.  He was our fishing partner, and loved napping on the houseboat too.  He chased laser lights and sometimes would run into the wall doing so.  He farted a lot, was stinky and needed bathed often.  He hated the bathing part, but really loved being rubbed down with the towel afterwards.  He loved to nap.  He reminded me of an old man; falling asleep if still for too long.  Man could that dog snore!  He snored louder than any human I've ever heard.  He loved to eat, and would eat anything if we did.  I remember a time William fed him smoked sausage and marshmallows.  He loved pickles too.  He went fishing with us and wore a life jacket.  He could swim, but got worn out and couldnt paddle fast enough. He did so many things, to many to say, that made him so unique, so very special, and so very loved by everyone.  William and Mo were a picture perfect view of man and man's best friend.   One of the things Mo did that made me think of a Marine was being fearless, first to fight.  If Mo heard thunder, he was going to fight it back.  Thunder would sound and Mo would take off after it growling in whatever direction he thought it was coming from.  I'm not really sure why he would do this.  I think he was standing by, ready to protect what he loved.  Thunder was a threat, and he was going to fight it to the death.  One day he did fight… he fought for his life.  Mo was outside going to potty.  We didn't know a storm was brewing up and thought nothing of it.  Thunder cracked loudly in the sky and that was all it took.  Mo took off running and barking with all that was in him.  He ran and ran chasing it away.  It was so horrible.  He ran down the long driveway into the road from our home.  William found him by the road and devastated he picked him up.  He ask me not to look, because he didn't want me to see him that way.  William was heartbroken.  He knew that Mo wasn't tough enough for this, this time.  That is the day that Mo left us, and that was the day he died.   Maximus Aurelius, Max, Mo was the best dog and best companion anyone could ask for.  He served as a Marine in every way.  He was loyal to his Marine brother.  He stuck to his side through good and bad.  He loved William with all his heart.  He accomplished what any Marine would want to be for his fellow brothers; he showed great camaraderie, loyalty, safeguard, fortitude and hardiness toward his companion.  Mo we will dearly miss you.  Thank you for being the best pet anyone could ask for.  Mo brought so much happiness and joy to our lives.  Mo knew the meaning of Semper Fidelis.

“Pig”

In 1969 while serving in the 1st MAW in DaNang, I was at the airstrip waiting to catch a C-130 for Chu Lai when a little guy came out of nowhere… He jumped in my lap and looked hungry. I took him back to the compound and got him some chow & water. We became good buddies for the next 4 months. I named him "Pig" because he would eat anything!  He was a great little guy!

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Babe

"Babe" was given to me when I checked in to Dong Ha at the end of 1966. I was told to feed and take care of her, because she was special. She was in during April 1967 that was when all hell started. We were getting rocketed and mortared on a regular basis. I was in the crash crew adjacent to the runway, so apparently, we finally found out they could see us from a church in town [Dong Ha], as I was told. To make a story short, "Babe" knew when incoming was really coming in and we kept an eye on her all the time. When we saw her, all of a sudden, dash out the door she could open. We knew that we had a few seconds to hit the ground or any place we could grab. That was our "Special Babe." Eventually, she left us due to continuous incoming and ended up in a USMC helicopter outfit in Quang Tri ten miles from where we were. She was a good one. I found out they took good care of her when I saw her in an online web site; (2010). Naturally, I contacted them and that was another story.

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A good friend

In 1957 while serving with Kilo Btry, 4th Battalion, 12th Marines on a 155 Howitzer Btry. in the Philippines during Operation Strongback… I was surprised one evening when a small Rhesus monkey wandered into my tent from out of the jungle… For  some reason he took up with me and was always close  to me… He got to making his way around camp picking up anything he could carry back to my tent… I had at times a dozen or so Zippo's… The guys soon realized when they were missing something to come to me, knowing my little buddy had paid them a visit… He slept curled up next to me every night and would wake up screaming mad if anyone got too close to me… I just called him Monkey Buddy and hated to leave him behind when I had to return to Okinawa… Over these 55 years I've thought of him often and considerd him a great little Marine… Semper Fi Monkey Buddy… Howard W. Kennedy… USMC 1956  /  1962

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Gunny Monster

Just an update here is a couple of pictures of Gunny monster listed on your best use of site page for under the title of “Gunny Monster”. Here is a picture the really fits the shirt title. And a current picture of him now he is almost 2. He has grown into a Bulldog any marine would be proud of. I hope you can add these to the posting.

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