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MARINE OF THE WEEK // “I saw my sergeant laying down and I said, ‘Not today.’”

Cpl. Moses Cardenas
H&HS, 1st LAR, RCT-2, II Marine Expeditionary Force
Iraq, August 2, 2007
Award: Silver Star

While conducting a combat patrol, Lance Corporal Cardenas’ platoon was attacked by heavy automatic fire, a suicide bomber, and rocket propelled grenades after stopping two suspicious trucks. During the initial stage of the fight, a Marine fell wounded in the open between the opposing forces. Realizing that the bulk of friendly weapons were masked, Lance Corporal Cardenas left his safe position behind a vehicle and fought his way across 50 meters of fire-swept, open desert against five armed insurgents to rescue the fallen Marine. After sustaining a gunshot wound to the neck that knocked him to the ground, Lance Corporal Cardenas tenaciously rose to his feet, calmly reloaded his squad automatic weapon, and continued his assault until he reached the wounded Marine. With rounds impacting around him, Lance Corporal Cardenas alternated between pulling the wounded Marine and shooting bursts of controlled automatic fire at the enemy. After pulling the wounded Marine 100 meters, he continued suppressive fire while rendering first aid until medical personnel arrived to tend to the wounds of both Marines. Throughout this close and fierce fight, he ignored his own severe wounds, remained fixed on his task, and saved the life of a fellow Marine. By his bold leadership, wise judgment, and complete dedication to duty, Lance Corporal Cardenas reflected great credit upon himself and upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and the United States Naval Service.

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Spit shined boots and boondockers

Yes I remember those days. Boot camp MCRDSD 1959. Being the only Japanese American recruit in boot camp, you can imagine what it was like. Yes I did got thumped by a Jr DI, because his older brother was KIA on Iwo Jima. The senior DI took care of him prior to graduation. My boot and boondockers , dress shoes were always shining When I joined my battalion after bootcamp and ITR, my boots and boondockers were the brightest you ever saw. My platoon sargeant and platoon commander always asked me how I did it. Just told them, spit/polish and a good polish rag. Was like that for 10 years.

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Cruise books

Semper fi brothers , if there is any marine out there who has a cruise book from 1bn3rd marines west PAC and one from 2nd bn 3rd mar that they have to sell that they found , I need them to complete my career in the corps. Or if you know someone that has them . Mine were thrown away by mistake. And you don’t know how much I miss , the memories. The time would be 77-78 and alpha co 1/3 and headquarters plt 2/3 were the cruise times. To Philippines , Thailand Cebu , Singapore , Pusan Korea tawain .the ships were the uss. Cleveland , the uss tarawa .Stationed in Hawaii marine corps air station . Both under the command of Col. Bommer. Please if any one out there can help. The 1/3 book cover was cammo and the2/3 book cover was white with red writing on the front . And also trying to find a graduation book from Paris island platoon 140 1st recruit Bn. MCRD Parris Island S.C. Graduated July 27th 1976. Drill instructors ssgt Turnner. SSGT Saunier. SSGT Pitcher, and a Sgt Bell. Have a terminal illness and I have about 7 months left , and would just like to leave my son some awesome memories. He is in the army and is EOD, a sapper . Deals with explosives did two tours in Afghanistan and one in Kuwait . And there are know words I can say how proud of him for all he had done, and I just want to leave him with my memories . Has 9 years in and making a career of it. God bless him I wish and hope that the lord in some way will let me be around to see it. But we have a huge collection of or time served. But it’s those three books I would love for him to have. If anyone can help in any way to locate the books please contact me by email. Milomiles89@yahoo.com. God bless to all our troops past present and future, for all they gave , have given , and will give. Hope to hear for someone soon . Thank you to Sgt. Grit for having a way to reach out to all my brothers out there. Semper fi do or die! Respectably CPL R.J,miles. I will pray every chance I get the this will happen. And I don’t expect anything for free. What ever it takes, believe it or not the boot camp is the most important, but would love to locate all three.🇺🇸

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vietnam veteran of Fox2/5

Corrections to story about the youngest Marine KIA,June 7,1969. Dan Bullock was killed in a bunker along with Larry Eglindorfer,,Bunn,and Hunnicutt by a sachel charge thrown in the bunker by a VC/NVA soldier. That explosion was the first sound of battle that lasted until almost daylite when the remaining enemy withdrew toward Duc Duc. Montgomery was killed some distance away by mortars.I was with Bullock most of the afternoon when our squad was ordered to stand bunker duty as we had for several days. He said nothing about his weapon being turned in,,his age,,or anything else. I was in the bunker just beside Bullock,,,your story is scuttlebutt,,H&S was not there. I saw the idiot fat-ass with the tommy gun. He also shot one of the dead NVA with his 45,,to which I replied( Ain’t he dead enough for you you dumb ass,and told him to get the hell away from my dead people,,he was a Major and not a LT. (See Fox2/5 Assoc Spring news letter for the facts). Dan Bullock was no hero,,he was dead before the battle started as was all four in that bunker. The idiot Major I hope is still living and he reads about just how close he came to really pissing me and several others off.He also told me I could not have the belt and other items I took off a dead NVA,so I asked him If He thought him and his toy gun were bad enough to stop me,and that if I were him,I wouldn’t step in the blood with his shiny boots. He left.I stayed until my buddies were bagged and gone.

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NO I DIDN’T WRITE HIM UP

Ah, the military salute. Why is it such a thorn in so many people’s side? According to the Guidebook for Marines ( May 1, 1966 edition), on page 20 it says: Courtesy is the accepted form of politeness among civilized people. Courtesy smoothes the personal relationship among individuals in all walks of life. Civilian rules of courtesy are generally applicable to the military life. However, military courtesy has developed certain special forms of politeness and respect which you as a Marine must be thoroughly familiar with and must practice. The most important of all military courtesies is the salute. This is an honored tradition of the military profession throughout the world. The salute is a custom that goes back to earliest recorded history. It is believed to have originated in the days when all men bore arms. In those days warriors raised their weapons in such a manner as to show friendly intentions. They sometimes would shift their weapons from the right hand to the left and raise their right hand to show that they did not mean to attack. Just as you show marks of respect to your seniors in civilian life, military courtesy demands that you show respect to your seniors in the military profession. That, plain and simple, is the history of the military salute and why the junior initiates the salute and the senior returns it. The salute has always only been intended to be a sign of courtesy and respect, not a sign of subservience. To repeat a phrase above, it is an honored tradition of the military profession. Courteous civilians say hello, nod, smile, or wave, when they meet, but only military people get to give and return each other a snappy salute. And it would be as much a discourtesy for a senior not to return a salute as it would be for the junior not to render it. When I enlisted in the Marines in December of 1966, it was my intention to apply for the Enlisted Commissioning Program as soon as I could. After that expecting one day to be an officer myself. I made it a point to render to every officer I ever encountered (yes, even the jerks) the snappiest salute I could come up with. Later, after I earned and received my commission as a second lieutenant in February of 1968, I made it a point to return every salute I received with just as much snap. But never once did I feel I owed someone a salute nor did I feel someone owed me one. As a military man, it was simply a courtesy I was proud to be able to render. What few times I encountered an enlisted person (or a junior officer, as I advanced in rank) after that who failed to render me a salute, I generally ignored the incident unless I was familiar enough with the person to know that the discourtesy truly was intended to be an insult and was not just an oversight. By doing that, I never gave some old salt (who had clearly forgotten the history and tradition of the military salute) the opportunity to say and gloat, Lieutenant/captain/general, I don’t owe you s**t! The best salute I ever gave to anyone, though, was the one I gave to my son upon his graduation from MCRD-SD in September of 2000. He just looked at me and blushed and forgot to return it. (No, I didn’t write him up.) Larry Quave a proud enlisted and commissioned Marine, ’66-’71

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PAINT THE HEAD GREEN

While going through Boot Camp at S.D. in November 1950, everyone knew we were headed for Korea. What a relief to get to the Rifle Range at Camp Mathews at last, even if we had to live in tents due to the influx of recruits. Camp Mathews was on the East side of old highway U.S. 101 near Leucadia, CA. The first weekend there, the Junior D.I. had us all fall in on Sunday morning and selected 10 “boots” for a working party. Another NCO no one had ever seen before was standing by to take us to our work detail, whatever that was going to be. On his command, we were marched off to the “Easy Range”. At the range maintenance building, we were each issued a bucket of beautiful glossy Marine Green paint and a four inch brush, and told simply, “paint the head”, and the young Corporal left.
We painted the outside of the Head. He did not return. We painted the inside of the head. He did not return. We painted the urinals, the commodes, (including all the seats and porcelain, valves, and handles) the sinks and faucets, the deck, the screens and the windows. Everything was totally “Marine Corps Green”.
He did not return. We put the Paint cans beside the locker, jammed all the brushes in the solvent bucket and marched ourselves back to the platoon area.
About four hours later the DI had us fall in. The Range NCO was there who looked each one of us square in the eye and asked if we were on the working party to paint the Head, and we each individually answered “Sir, No Sir!”
I think the Range NCO came back two or three more times looking for green paint traces. Once to look at our boondockers, once to check fingernails. Neither he nor our Jr. DI ever found out who “painted the head green”.
p.s. A note to now Retired Sergeant Major M.A. Delgado, still living in Oceanside CA; The truth is out. Yessir, I was one of them!
Brad Robinson

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Marine of the week // Kyle Carpenter

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while serving as an automatic rifleman with Company F, 2nd Battalion, 9th Marines, Regimental Combat Team One, 1st Marine Division (Forward), 1st Marine Expeditionary Force (Forward), in Helmand Province, Afghanistan in support of Operation Enduring Freedom on 21 November, 2010.

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Marine K-9 takes one last emotional ride with veteran

Hundreds of people gathered in Michigan to say a goodbye to a cancer-stricken dog who served three tours in Afghanistan with the U.S. Marines.

Cena, a 10-year-old old black lab, received a hero’s farewell Wednesday before being euthanized at the USS LST 393, a museum ship in Muskegon, and carried off in a flag-draped coffin.

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Bob Hope – Operation Big Cheer

We were all looking forward to Bob Hopes show. A WW2 icon. My buddy and I just came off shift and were wandering around complete with M14’s over shoulder. We wandered into the theater area. We saw some rows of chairs set up. No one was around. I saw a Utility shirt hanging on one of the chairs. On closer inspection I saw Lt. Bars on the collars. What caught my attention was an Operation Big Cheer attached to the front pocket with a pin. Being a resourceful L/Cpl, I removed the tag and put it on my shirt. My buddy had a fit but it didn’t faze me. We wandered into a tent area looking around. A guy came out of a tent. I knew immediately that it was Jerry Collina by his mustache and eyes. He smiled and talked to us. My buddy told him what I did.

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