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A Marine’s Mother submitted by Clarence Briggs

“A Marine’s Mother”
Submitted by Clarence Briggs

I will never be first lady,
Nor grace a movie screen
I?ll never be world-famous
Nor will I be a queen.
But I would never change my lot
With any that I?ve seen.
For you see ? I am the Mother
Of a UNITED STATES MARINE.

Submitted by: Clarence Briggs

This is a thing my mother found in a newspaper back in 1943. She kept it with her till she died in 1978. I’m her son the Marine.

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United States Marine Corps Heroes

Here is a poem that I wrote when I was in the DEP myself. It means more to me now than it ever did.
By: Lisa Spencer, proud wife of Cpl Jason Spencer Wpns Co 3/25 loving mother of Sydney,9, Dylan,6, and Dakota,2 praying until he comes home safe

It’s a crazy world we live in
Surrounded by cruelty and strife
We all need heros to belive in
Role models who live a good life

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Vietnam Marine’s Poem

“Through His Eyes I’ve Seen”
Author: Victor A. Giagrante

Dedicated to the past and present Men and Women
of the United States Marine Corps.

Many years ago, in 1969
I was a load of 19, doing mighty fine.

Out of school and working, for United States Steel
Pockets full of money, going for every meal.

Driving my 67 Chevy, with a worked 396
Getting pretty popular with all the local chicks.

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All In Vain

Thanks for your terrific news letters. The poem I?m sharing was written 3 days before I was critically wounded by a VC sniper near Quang Tin Vietnam in 1967. By the grace of God, I survived and after many months of recovery I was medically discharged from the Corps. I?m sharing my writing to honor those heroes I left behind so many years ago and to honor all the brave men and women who are now serving this great nation that we proudly call America.

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Prepare for the mental demands of Marine Corps Boot Camp

How does one go about preparing mentally for Boot Camp?
Answer courtesy of Yucca-Man

Good question, but it’s difficult to answer without experiencing it. One of the things that will happen is that you are going to be on the move all the time. When you’re done with one training session, you’ll often double-time over to the next unless the Drill Instructor is prepping you for drill, in which case you’ll march. This serves not only to build cardio, but also ensures you get used to moving on a minutes notice.

Head games are going to be constant, and over the years they have been tailored to stressing the recruit. Some think that’s cruel, and feel that boot camp should be softer. I’m sure that as soon as our enemies decide to fight only on a 9-5 basis and give “stress reduction breaks” that our training will reflect that.

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To Prevent Media Bias

…to prevent media bias…
Robert Heitman Sgt. USMC 1978-1982

News Anchor Dan Rather, NPR Reporter Cokie Roberts and a U.S. Marine were hiking through the desert one day when they were captured by Iraqis. They were tied up, led to the village and brought before the leader. The leader said, "I am familiar with your western custom of granting the condemned a last wish. Before we kill and dismember you, do you have any last requests?" Dan Rather said, "Well, I'm a Texan; so I'd like one last bowl full of hot, spicy chili." The leader nodded to an underling who left and returned with the chili. Rather ate it all and said, "Now I can die content." Cokie Roberts said, "I'm a reporter to the end. I want to take out my tape recorder and describe the scene here and what's about to happen. Maybe someday someone will hear it and know that I was on the job till the end." The leader directed an aide to hand over the tape recorder and Roberts dictated some comments. She then said, "Now I can die happy." The leader turned and said, "And now, Mr. U.S. Marine, what is your final wish?" "Kick me in the ass," said the Marine." "What?" asked the leader. "Will you mock us in your last hour?" "No, I'm not kidding. I want you to kick me in the ass," insisted the Marine. So the leader shoved him into the open, and kicked him in the ass. The Marine went sprawling, but rolled to his knees, pulled a 9mm pistol from inside his cammies, and shot the leader dead. In the resulting confusion, he leapt to his knapsack, pulled out his M4 carbine, and sprayed the Iraqis with gunfire. In a flash, the Iraqis were dead or fleeing for their lives. As the Marine was untying Rather and Roberts, they asked him, "Why didn't you just shoot them? Why did you ask them to kick you in the ass?" "What!?" said the Marine, "And have you assholes call ME the aggressor?"

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The Legend Of The Cubi Cat

A Cat Story: Retired Cmdr. John L. Sullivan, presents the Cubi Point Catapult story to National Museum of Naval Aviation Director retired Capt. R.L. Rasmussen.

Submitted by From a former “Mud Marine” who tried to ride the Cat and failed. Doug Talley

If you’re old enough to have served in the Navy or Marine Corps during the Vietnam War and particularly if you were an aviator, chances are you’ve heard of the infamous Cubi Point Catapult. Cubi Point Naval Air Station and the adjoining Subic Bay Naval Base in the Philippines was a place where war-weary Navy and Marine Corps aviators, Marines and Sailors, could let off a little steam after flying combat missions over Vietnam or spending weeks on the gunline aboard ships on Yankee Station. The managers of the Cubi Point Officers’ Club, as well as their counterparts at the other officer and enlisted clubs, were forever tasked with devising new and challenging ways of keeping the warriors entertained. Enter Cmdr. John L. Sullivan and the now famous Cubi Point Officers’ Club catapult.

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Wings of Hope by Francis X Curran

“Wings of Hope”
By Francis X Curran 5-23-2004

They stormed ashore on a beach named Hell,
Bullets and shrapnel humming deaths song.
Looking over to where a Marine just fell,
Calling, Corpsman, Corpsman, in a voice once strong.
Praying for a helping hand,
Staring into a fading sky.
Life?s blood staining the sand,
Dodging the stinging messengers of death,
Doing his damnedest, to ply his trade.
This Hero kneels in deaths dark door,
Tends the wound, and pulls him from the sea.
Knowing that this day there will be many more,
But, today, God will hear this mans plea.
And as I looked around again,
My mind filled with many things.
But I want to make this one thing plain,
Despite the panic and the fear, this thing
I saw, I still hold dear,
And this I’ll swear, and swear again,
The Corpsman turned his back, and then
This sight I saw, I still see yet,
And pray to God that I won?t forget,
As through combat zones, I grope,
The day a Corpsman sprouted Angel wings of hope.

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