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MAYBE SICK AND LAME, BUT WE ARE NOT LAZY
Sarge, Thank you so much for your newsletter, I really enjoy it. I hope I'm not the only one who has at least one regret about his time in "The Corps" I know that hindsight is 20/20. My one regret is that I was not a better Marine when I was active. Today I would make a better Marine. I volunteered for Korea and spent two tours there. If I knew what I know today, I would've been a better squad leader. The guys told me I was good to them but I know I could've done better. This is a regret I have today. If there are any other Marines out there that feel this way I'd like to get a response from them. We have an honor guard that has been going since 1958 and anytime a Marine is buried we try to be there to give him or her final honors. We are proud to be able to do this. Some of us are having a tough time with bad backs and knees but for some reason we always make it through and feel so much better after. Unlike some outfits today we are able to find younger Marines to fill the ranks as we pass on. We have a few in their 70's and late sixties, we may be sick and lame but we aren't lazy. SEMPER FI ! L. Nadeau, former Sgt. USMC
Sgt. Grit: During my eighteen years of Marine Corps service and thirteen years of firefighter service, I have managed to garner some awards of which I am very proud. But they pale in comparison to the pride I felt a few years back.
I was attending a Marine Corps League convention in San Diego and were taken to MCRD for a "dog and pony show." The scheduled activities included attending a graduation ceremony. During the ceremony, the narrator asked: "Will all those who have served as United States Marines please stand and be recognized?"
As we stood to accept the applause of the crowd, I was struck by two things: We were being applauded by the families and friends of the newest members of the "Forever Club," and that I was surrounded by men and women who had served their country as United States Marines during a fifty-year period of hot and cold war.
I was overwhelmed with pride at this simple act of recognition and the realization that I was truly honored to be associated with such an outstanding group of American patriots. Semper Fi, Art Curley Cpl., USMC (68-72) (74-76)
NEED HOME FOR BOOK...A-1-8
Am retired M/Sgt. USMC. Have tried to get on your web and see if we could find a member of the subject outfit. I found a book about this outfit in my library and have no need for it. This book was written by a Al Tidwell and is dedicated to past, present and future members of A-1-8 Second Marine Div. It really covers the outfit during WWII. I would like to find a member of A-1-8 who wants the book. Thanks for any and all help. Really do enjoy your newsletters, the eyes get misty every time. Semper Fi. Be safe and enjoy life. Bill Washsarge@aol.com
Someone picked up on something very unusual this morning. CNN showed George W. leaving HM-1. The Marine at the front step saluted, GW returned it, and as he walked away, the marine executed a right face to stand facing GW's back....something that was missing in eight years of the Clinton presidency. The traditional Marine Corps mark of respect was rendered to the new president. That one goes back to the days in the rigging, when the marine orderly to the ship's captain always faced him, no matter his direction of movement, to be ready to receive an order. Who says that enlisted men can't hold back when they don't respect someone? ....And for eight years, they did. Submitted by: Many, many, beaucoup many, Marines PS: I am aware he was the Commander and Chief, etc........ So no need to email reminding me.
MARINES COME THROUGH AGAIN
A number of years ago our family went through a very traumatic event. My daughter's husband of two years was killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver. We prepared the funeral and since my son-in-law was just a month out of the Corps and we lived near El Toro Marine Corps Air Station a number of his friends attended in uniform. We had not thought to ask for any special service from the Corps at the grave site although we did have a flag on his casket. After the service ended at the Church and prior to leaving for the cemetery I called one of the uniformed Marines aside and ask if he could get something together to fold and present the flag after the grave side events. He assured me he could. Now this Sergeant went to work and coordinated with all those who were there in uniform and in a very short time had it worked out. Most of those attending were from different units, but all it took was one Marine Sergeant in charge and others who would follow orders and a very fitting and dignified ceremony was conducted at the grave site. Wouldn't you know it before I could even get his name or any of the names of the other Marines who participated they disappeared into the crowd and I never felt I was able to thank them properly. So in a format were all active and former Marines can see it I say thank you and Semper Fi. Well done Marines. Just another occasion where the Marines once again came through for one of their own. William G. Fortune LCpl USMC
MARINE HYMN OF THE '40s
Marine Hymn of The â€˜40s By Jack V. Scarola
>From the hills of Okinawa to the shore of Tulagi They fought our countryâ€™s battles in the air, on land, and sea.
First to fight for right and freedom and to keep their honor clean They were proud to claim the title of United States Marines.
Some were captured at Corregidor and endured the March Bataan Others perished at Wake Island, a true hero every man.
When the first Allied offensive was entrusted to their Corps At a Canal known as Guadal, they turned the tide of War.
In the grim lagoon of Tarawa and the hell of Bougainville They fought at hostile enemy with ravage as his skill.
>From the palms of Guam and Saipan to the cliffs of Peleliu They so glorified the emblem of crimson, white, and blue.
At the sands of Iwo Jima on Mount Suribachi They raised a banner that became a flag of destiny.
>From a field on sunny Tinian, Enola Gay did lift This fateful isle was bravely won by the men of Vandergrift.
To a crowded Bay at Tokyo from a Harbor known as Pead They fought the hardest battles in the annals of the world.
>From the deeds of Foss and Puller to the works of Basilone Their feats were legendary, a class their very own.
Their march was Always Faithful, they were soldiers of the sea And they won the fiercest struggles in global history.
If MacArthur, Bull and Nimitz ever sail through Heavenâ€™s scenes They will find the Isles are guarded by World War Two Marines.
BALLS AND NO BALLS
When the Amarillo Texas Reserve Unit was gearing up for another birthday ball, a Marine buddy of mine was going to be in town for his brother's birthday. His Father a, retired ARMY CWO3 & a Vietnam Veteran was coming down with his wife as well. I asked the buddy if he'd like to come to the ball with my wife & me, and did he think his Dad would enjoy coming along as well. He, of course said he love to but didn't think the old man would go. After a little pleading & prodding on my part, the father said he join us. Me & my wife have been going to these celebrations every year that I was with the R/C and haven't missed a year yet since I got out in 1997. On the way there the father stated, with a touch of sarcasm, that the ARMY didn't have "fancy smancy little get togethers" to which I quickly replied, "Noted Sir, the ARMY has no balls!" Sgt. Chaney
THE ORIGIN OF TAPS
The Origin of Taps The 24 notes that make up "Taps" evoke more emotion than any other military bugle call. In the U.S. military, the call is used at funerals, memorial services and wreath-laying services. Its history contains many twists and turns, and several versions. But the most likely version is this: General Daniel Adams Butterfield was commander of a brigade of the V Corps of the Army of the Potomac. Bugle calls were needed to relay troop commands. The original infantry bugle call for "Lights Out" was revised by General Butterfield because he felt it too formal for informing his troops of the day's end. Assisted by the brigade bugler, Oliver Wilcox Norton, Butterfield revised "Taps" or the "Go to Sleep", in July 1862. Its popularity spread quickly to other Army units and became an official bugle call after the Civil War ended. 1891 seems to be the first year that official reference for the required use of "Taps" at military funeral ceremonies (although it probably was used long before under it's former name). There have been many lyric versions written. To view the most popular verses and read a more comprehensive history by MSgt Jari A. Villanueva, USAF, who is working on a history of bugle calls in the U.S., and "Taps" in particular, check out the West Point website: http://www.west-point.org/taps/Taps.html
U.S. MARINE BAND
U.S. MARINE BAND â€“ The Marine Band performs this month in Fredericksburg and Fairfax, VA, as well as Washington, DC. "The President's Own" will tour the southeast and east coast in the fall. For concert schedule, call the Concert Information Line at 202-433-4011 or visit http://www.marineband.usmc.mil.
WHO IS "CAPT HEINSEY"
I am the Commandant of the "Capt. Heinsey Detachment 17", Department of California, Marine Corps League. This det has been inactive for sometime and a group of us resurrected it. The original charter was issued in 1967 at Cypress, California and the Det was named after "Capt. Heinsey." Big problem. No one knows who Capt. Heinsey was. I contacted the Historical Branch at HQMC, and they could not help me. Marine Corps League HQ has no info either due to a fire which destroyed some of their records. So I'm asking your readers for any help they can give me in finding out who Capt. Heinsey was. They can e-mail me at "BillUSMCRT@aol.com" or write me at: William A. Straddeck MGySgt USMC Ret 24001 Sprig Street Mission Viejo, CA 92691-3728 or call me at (949) 586-7987 or fax me at: (949) 951-0445. Any help or direction would be greatly appreciated. Semper Fi, Bill Straddeck
I would like to relate an amusing story from a few days prior to my departure to MCRD San Diego. The year was 1968, a time of unrest mixed emotions and a huge number of draftees. I was leaving work through a tunnel which lead to the shower house from the steel plant where I worked. I had shoulder length hair and a full beard. Some guy wearing Navy denims (bell bottoms and shirt with PO stripes) came up behind me calling me a F***ing draft dodger. The only reply I had for him was yes, he was correct, I was in fact a draft dodger. There was no way that I would allow myself to be drafted into the army. He replied, "What you gonna do, run to Canada?" I looked him right in the eye and informed him that I didn't have to hide in Canada, the reason the army couldn't touch me was that in less than a week I would be in Marine Corps Boot Camp. He just stood there totally dumbfounded while everyone in earshot erupted in laughter, including the buddies he was trying to impress. Dale Munson USMC '68-'72 Semper Fi
A LITTLE HISTORY
Dear Sgt. Grit: I am now a civilian Marine, having proudly served my country as member of the "few".
I enlisted in the Corps October 1, l946, one day following my 17th birthday which fell on a Sunday, the last day for two year enlistments. Pursuant to boot camp (Parris Island), I was assigned to the Second Marine Division, 2nd Pioneer Battalion, FMF, Camp Lejune, North Carolina. We were part of a massive replacement exercise of our nation's post World War II fighting forces. We were fine-tuned and together with the United States Army's 82nd Air Borne were the only two, combat-ready, fighting soldiers in the U. S. Military at that time. Today, I'm still proud to "claim the title of a United State's Marine."
In maintaining the tradition of "keeping our honor clean" I respectfully submit the following:
In your December 5, 2000 news letter, I was overwhelmed after reading the article entitled, WWII MARINE RAIDERS IDENTIFIED, RETURNING HOME. It cited the U. S. Marine Raider Association with providing invaluable assistant with first hand information and documentation about their combat on Butaritari Island (Makin Atoll). It additionally states that these Marines were members of the Marine Corps' 2nd Raider Battalion, killed during the August l7-18, l942, raid on Japanese-held Butaritari Island. Then, the last paragraph says, "Among the remains recovered are those of Sgt. Clyde Thomason, the first enlisted Marine awarded the Medal of Honor during World War II." I have a problem with that quote.
I know first hand, having lived the action and bravery of our beloved Marines during the Pacific Theater of World War II. I vividly remember the cover of the Sunday morning newspaper magazine insert, praising the heroism displayed by a Marine Sergeant named John Basilone. The accompanying story focused on Sgt. Basilone being the first Marine to receive the Congressional Medal of Honor of World War II, and further went on to reveal that in addition to being the first Marine to receive the Congressional Medal of Honor, he was, in fact, the first member of any United States Military Service to receive America's most prestigious citation.
To substantiate my recollection, I perused a history of the Medal of Honor entitled, "Above And Beyond", by the editors of Boston Publishing Company. Page #233 tells us about Sgt. John Basilone's bravery and his ability to command under fire, while attempting to establish a beachhead on the heavily infested Japanese forces, imbedded on Iwo Jima. That article further stated that "Iwo thus claimed the man who had received one of the Marine Corps' first Medals of Honor in World War II. It went on to describe Sgt.John Basilone's leadership, which resulted in holding off a night long BANZAI charge on Guadalcanal in 1942, for which he received the Medal of Honor. The book's account glares out that, "the Americans took the offensive for the first time in the war when the Marines landed on Guadalcanal and took the airfield on August 7, l942."
Having said all of that, I refer you to your December 5, 2000 news letter. Sgt. Clyde Thomason was killed, along with other brave members of the 2nd Raider Battalion on August 17 or 18, l942, some eleven days after the Guadalcanal offensive.
The book, "Above And Beyond", lists both of these heroes as World War II Medal of Honor recipients, indicating that Sgt. Clyde Thomason was awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously. There is no mention of Sgt. Clyde Thomason in the book's index. Not so for Sgt. John Basilone. He is listed in the World War II listing of Medal Of Honor recipients and as being alive when receiving the Honor. He is also found in the index with a reference to page #233.
I am exceedingly proud to share the title of Marines with these two heroic pillars of the Corps' as well as all of the other "Giants."
I cannot help but wonder how I would have responded if put to the test. That being a futurable for which I will never know the answer, I proudly wear the title of a United States' Marine.
Raymond J. Cuccio, Sr.
03 WHY ME!
THIS IS WHAT I SAW PAINTED ON A V-W UPON ARRIVING AT CAMP L.J. IN 1985 I WAS REPORTING FOR DUTY COMING FROM 3/3 KILO COMPANY. I JUST COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING. I REPORTED TO THE 1ST.SGT STILL LAUGHING. FINALLY ,I KNOCK ON THE HATCH AND SAID SIR. SSGT NORIEGA REPORTING FOR ,AND I STARING LAUGHING AGAIN. THE 1ST. SGT. BY THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WANTED TO RIP ME A NEW A--H--- . TALK ABOUT A BAD FIRST IMPRESSION WOW. THE 1ST. SGT. STATED THAT I'D BETTER SQUARE MY SELF AWAY BEFORE SEEING THE SKIPPER OR ELSE. I WAS A RETREAD. GOT OUT IN 75 BACK IN AGAIN IN 78 UNTIL 93. THE GRUNT 03 WHY ME
GOOD NIGHT CHESTY
Sgt Grit, On the week of 13 May 01, I will be in D.C. for The Police Memorial with a large group of Police Officers from Chicago, including my son in law and a fellow Sergeant whom I will forgive for being an Army Puke, Major, no less. On my first day there I will visit The Wall and pay Homage to my buddies who never came home, the real heroes. I will then take this Army Puke to 8th and I and hopefully see Evening Parade. He is learning from me the pride that all Marines have in The Corps. I put one of your "Good Night Chesty" bumper stickers on his locker to bust his balls. If there are any Marines who are Police Officers and planning to attend The Police Memorial, Look me up. I'll be with The Chicago Police Dept group. Sgt. Bruce Rapa
A NEW MARINE CORPS ASSOCIATION IS BORN
On November 21, 2000, at a reunion of 21 Marine Corps Retired Food Service Officers in Nashville, TN, a new Marine Corps Association called the "U. S. Marine Corps Food Service Association, Inc." was born and the ground work laid to formally establish the Association as a notâ€“for â€“profit Corporation. Those individuals eligible for membership and desiring additional information can do so via the Associationâ€™s Web Page at firstname.lastname@example.org or by contacting the Association Secretary/Treasurer â€“Major Edwin Gray Retired USMC, at the Association Headquarters. 1001 Mc Arthur Drive, Jacksonville, AR 72076, Telephone number 501-982-8930 or email to: email@example.com Submitted by: Major Jacques Loraine
AN AIR FORCE LT., A MARINE GENERAL, AND OREO COOKIES
Every second lieutenant acquires embarrassing memories when he wears gold bars; it seems to come with the job. The first time the Air Force sent me on temporary duty by myself, I experienced probably the most embarrassing moment in my life, which I tell here in hopes that other butter bars out there won't make the same mistake. I was traveling from Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, Ohio to Vandenberg Air Force Base, California one spring, and the flight scheduled me for a two-hour layover in the St. Louis, Missouri airport. I decided to hit the snack bar and bought a cup of coffee, a package of Oreos and a newspaper. After giving the cashier the nine bucks or so these items cost, I scanned the crowded sitting area for a place to relax. The lounge was crowded, but there appeared to be a spot across from a fellow in a military uniform of some sort. "Great!" I thought, "another soldier. Maybe he can tell me about life in the forces..." With my coffee on the right side of the table, my newspaper on the left and my Oreos in the center, I sat down before I took my first close look at the man opposite me. He was a Marine Corps brigadier general -- a mean-looking man with no hair, a real-life scar on his forehead and about six rows of ribbons, including the Silver Star with a cluster. To me, the general had horns, fangs, a pitchfork and a long, pointed tail as well. I was already committed to using the table, but not wanting to bother the general, I meekly squeaked out, "Good morning, sir," before sitting down. I had begun the paper's crossword puzzle and was making good progress when I heard a peculiar rustling sound, much like the crinkling of cellophane. I looked up out of the corner of my eye to discover the general had reached across the center of the table, opened the package of Oreos, taken out one and was eating it. Now, not having attended the Air Force Academy, I was not familiar with how to deal with the finer points of military etiquette, such as what to do when a senior member of another service calmly rips off one of your cookies. Several responses came to mind, but none of these seemed entirely appropriate. I realized that the honor of the Air Force was, in a small way, at stake here. I certainly couldn't let the general think I was a complete weenie. Besides, at airport prices, one Oreo is a significant fraction of take-home pay for a second lieutenant. The only response I could make was to reach across the center of the table, open the opposite end of the package (trying not to notice that the other end had mysteriously come open somehow), extract an Oreo and eat it very, very thoroughly. "There," I thought, "I've subtly shown the General that these are my Oreos, and he should go buy his own." Marines are known for many qualities, but subtlety is not among them. The general calmly reached out for another Oreo and ate it. (By the way, the general was licking the middles out first before eating the cookies.) Not having said anything the first time, of> course, I couldn't bring it up now. The only thing to do was to take another cookie for myself. We wound up alternating through the entire package. For an instant our eyes met, and there was palpable tension in the air, but neither of us said a word. After I had finished the last Oreo, they announced something over the public address system. The general got up, put his papers back into his briefcase, picked up the now empty wrapper, threw it away, brushed the few crumbs neatly off the table and left. I sat there marveling at his gall and feeling very foolish. A few minutes later, they announced my flight. I felt a great deal more foolish when I finished my coffee, threw the cup away and lifted my newspaper to reveal... my Oreos! Today, two of us are running around the Armed Forces telling the same story, but only one of us has the punch line. And general, if you are reading this, get in touch with me and I will be glad to send you a case of Oreos. Submitted by: MR Mallon
DIDN'T SEE MY BEST FRIENDS NAME
I live in NY, I am no longer in the Marines but very proud of the fact, and still keep it close in my life. Last week I went on vacation to Florida. I decided to drive non stop. After 17 hours of straight driving I reached Fla. I was traveling along A1A which runs parallel to the beach. I didn't know that when I reached Fla. that day was race week and I stopped at every hotel and no vacancy anywhere damn! Bad planning on my part it was about 4:30 in the morning so I continued along A1A and reached an area between St. Augustine and Daytona which was barren of anything. No buildings no life, nothing but darkness and beach. Beach on one side and trees, bushes and sand dunes on the other for miles. I found a park along Indian River and pulled in and decided to sleep in my car, mean I was exhausted! after I parked I took a short walk to the water and saw a moon out, and it seamed really strange after every thing that happened. I felt really dazed. I went back to the car and fell asleep. When I awoke I got out to was my face at a fountain and I notice that the park I was sleeping in was a veterans memorial park. Now this gets better, their is a display case made of wood and I walk over and I see name plates so I start to read. It was names of the soldiers who died in the wars. Then to my surprise I see names of soldiers who died in Lebanon and all the names of my friends that I was in the Marines with were their It brought back memories. As I continued along the list I didn't see my best friends name on the list so I looked again 3 times no go. I decided to do something about it cause this was no ordinary friend. He was closer to me than my own brother. He was such a nice kid never got into any trouble a real nice guy. He died in rout to the hospital. You see he and many others might have been alive if it wasn't for damn politics. Israel offered their hospitals to us but for political reasons, the same that said we couldn't stand post with live rounds to protect us decided to send the wounded to Frankfurt Germany! 6 friggen hours away! Well, that decision cost many lives right their. Any way I decided to see what I could do to fix the error because I know he would do the same for me. I thought how strange to come across this I never saw anything for the Marines or soldiers who died in Lebanon no plaques nothing. And before I left the park I thanked my friends for giving me a place to stay for the evening (the park) It was a strange feeling. To make a long story short the problem was fixed and I can rest easy now. His name was Lcpl. Bill Sanpedro TOW CO. attached to H.Q. from Florida, ironic. I guess it was coincidence and I was on a mission. I believe if your a Marine active or veteran you should always act accordingly. No matter what, you are and always will be a Marine. Semper Fi Mark Laudati
MY MONTH WITH THE MILITARY
MY MONTH WITH THE MILITARY By Dan Juneau President, Louisiana Association of Business & Industry
It wasn't a good way to start a Sunday morning or a holiday season. My bedside phone rang at 1:45 a.m. on December 10, and I awoke to the voice of a young Marine Captain telling me that my 18-year-old son, a Marine recruit in San Diego, was in intensive care at the Camp Pendleton Naval Hospital. A few hours later, I was on a plane. Over the next month, I got to see the U.S. military, up close and personal. I lived on base among the Marines, and I spent countless hours with the Navy personnel at the hospital. The experience taught me much about today's U.S. military, as an institution, and more about the young men and women who make it breathe.
You cannot spend time on a base and not be overwhelmed by how utterly young our military is. Even those in the upper ranks and the "seasoned" noncommissioned officers (NCOs) are, for the most part, twenty and thirty something. As I traveled around the camp, the Marines' penchant for physical fitness was obvious. At the crack of dawn, it seemed that every platoon was either jogging or marching in cadence. By evening, there would be pickup basketball and flag football games breaking out around the base. Calorie burning, it seems, is a sacred ritual in the Marines. Another noticeable trait in this "young nation" within the military is their politeness and respect. If I sought assistance (be it directions or information), I was accorded not only a high degree of civility, but also the most in personal attention to ensure that my needs were met.
Manners, hospitality and respect are obviously elements instilled in today's enlistees, certainly so in the Marine Corps. The stories about the spartan life and stern training in Marine boot camp are not exaggerations. But the story seldom told publicly is the strong feeling of personal responsibility that Marine Corps officers and NCOs have for those in their charge. The same young captain who called to inform me of my son's serious condition met me at the airport. He had reserved a car and found a place for me to stay at Camp Pendleton before my plane landed. He took me straight to my son and remained with us until late that night. When I told him earlier in the evening that he should go home to his wife and young child, he replied, "Your son is my responsibility, sir."
As my son went through four surgeries, the senior drill instructor for his platoon spent countless hours with us. In those tough first days, he stood at my son's door like a centurion standing guard, a look of genuine concern on his face. Other officers and NCOs from my son's battalion came by to check on him, encourage him, and let him know he was not forgotten. So, too, with the young Navy medical personnel who not only were expert caregivers but also showed constant concern for the person, not just the condition. As fate would have it, my son was leaving San Diego for a 30-day convalescent leave on the same day his training company was graduating.
We went to the ceremonies that morning and watched 400 young men do what my son would not now be able to do: become an official member of the U.S. Marine Corps. When the ceremonies were over and mothers had finished hugging their new Marines, I watched my son limp with his heavy splints down to the parade deck and shake hands with the members of his platoon, telling them, "Congratulations, Marine!" He entered boot camp unsure and apprehensive, but he left exhibiting class and confidence. Thank the Marines for that. My own 30 days "in the Marines" has made me proud of those who serve, appreciative of those who lead, and much more confident about our younger generation.
ENDORSEMENT FROM GOD
A Soldier, a Sailor, an Airman and a Marine got into an argument about which service was "the best." The arguing became so heated the four servicemen failed to see an oncoming truck. They were run over by the truck and killed instantly.
Soon the four servicemen found themselves at the Pearly Gates of Heaven. There, they met Saint Peter and decided that only he could be the ultimate source of truth and honesty.
So, the four servicemen asked him, "Saint Peter, which branch of the United States Armed Forces is the best?" Saint Peter replied, "I can't answer that. However, I will ask God what He thinks the next time I see Him. Meanwhile, thank you for your service on Earth and welcome to Heaven."
Some time later the four servicemen see Saint Peter and remind him of the question they had asked when first entering Heaven. The four servicemen asked Saint Peter if he was able to find the answer. Suddenly, a sparkling white dove lands on Saint Peter's shoulder. In the dove's beak is a note glistening with gold dust.
Saint Peter says to the four Servicemen, "Your answer from the Boss. Let's see what He says."
Saint Peter opens the note, trumpets blare, gold dust drifts into the air, harps play crescendos, and Saint Peter begins to read the note aloud to the four Servicemen:
MEMORANDUM: FROM THE DESK OF THE ALMIGHTY ONE TO: Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines
SUBJ: WHICH MILITARY SERVICE IS BEST Gentlemen and Gentlewomen, all branches of the United States Armed Forces are honorable and noble. Each serves America well and with distinction. Being a serviceman in the United States Military represents a special calling warranting special respect, tribute and dedication. Be proud of that.
Semper Fidelis, GOD, U.S. Marine Corps (Ret.)
Submitted by: Dave Wickberg, USA, Ret.
In all that the people can individually do as well for themselves, government ought not to interfere. ---Abraham Lincoln "Moderation in temper is always a virtue; but moderation in principle is always a vice." --Thomas Paine "Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody else expects of you." --Henry Ward "Justice?â€”You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law." - William Gaddis "Error lives but a day ~ Truth is eternal" Lt. General James Longstreet, CSA "It has always struck me as odd that you who have known at first hand the ugliness and agony of war are so often blamed for war by those who parade for peace. I think the answer is obvious. Having known war, you are in the forefront of those who know that peace is not obtained or preserved by wishing and weakness. You have consistently urged maintenance of a defense capability that provides a margin of safety for America. There is no such margin today." --Ronald Reagan Dear Sgt. Grit: Our son, Bryan Bush, just graduated from boot camp in San Diego, CA, and his rack mate's name was R.B.Whitehouse... Bush/Whitehouse...you gotta love that. Proud Marine Step-Mom "A simple man believes anything, but a prudent man gives thought to his steps." ( Proverbs 14:15) Nothing is worse than war? Dishonour is worse than war. Slavery is worse than war. Winston Churchill Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty or Safety. Benjamin Franklin Sgt. Grit, I would very much appreciate it if you would print the following message to my buddies on the USS Curtiss AV-4: To all members of the Marine Detachments who served on the USS Curtiss from '50 to '56. You were exemplary Marines guarding the security of our country on those long, lonesome watches. Semper Fi, Charlie Provow Sergeant, USMC "Jane Fonda said she has overcome a quarter-century battle with bulimia. Good for her. Maybe now she can help the countless thousands of Vietnam veterans who still throw up at the mention of her name." --Alex Kaseberg "Government can do something for the people only in proportion as it can do something to the people." -- Thomas Jefferson
God Bless America!!