Sgt Grit Marine Corps Newsletter - July 20, 2002
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Sgt Grit Marine Corps Newsletter - July 20, 2002

Semper FI! Fair winds and following seas. Godspeed. Rest in peace, Ted Williams. HJC

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Dear Sgt Grit.. I never thought my son would go in the Marines. Always thought they were these big mean guys who fought in bars and all the "stereo typical" stuff. I'm here to say that I could not be prouder of my son if he had gotten any other job but you just seem to be a bit prouder when they are a Marine. My daughter even married a Marine.. one of the greatest guys I know. My daughter couldn't have chose a better man to marry. I read all these letters on how you can't understand what it is like and the feelings you feel when you are a Marine.. Well this is one mom who understands more than most mom's do. I think a lot of the pride from my boys has worn off on me. I get mad when I hear someone say "former Marine". My son-in-law was in for 4 yrs and then after he married my daughter went back in and you just since what he feels.. I do understand and it is hard to explain... actually don't think you can you have to feel it. Thanks for your time. A very Proud Mom of 2 that can understand. Sheri Lloyd


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


Hi, Sgt. Grit, Great news letter. My Son is in Okinawa with the 1/6 C co. He's a Lance Cpl. and a gunner, in weapons plt. Well, He called today and said they were going to the Persian Gulf.Now I know how my Mom @ Dad felt when I went to the Nam in 68-69-70. It hurts, it's scary, and I don't like it. I wish I could go in his place. He should steal be playing High School foot ball or running track, not going off it WAR. He sounded ok, but I could hear the tension in his voice. He put up a good front but I know how he feels I was their and it sucks. He's a GOOD MARINE and I'm PROUD of Him. I just wish He could go back to Camp Lejuene for a while. He would not consider for a heart beat not going, but I would gladly go in his place. Just to keep him from having to go threw the night mares the long nights of no sleep and the memories. Well thank You Sgt. Grit for listing, to a not so lean and not so lean MARINE. Arvel


I opened my e-mail to "Marines aren't happy unless they are bitchin" and got a chuckle out of it because I had talked to my son earlier tonight and he was just a bitchin'. He is a Corporal stationed in Camp LeJuene, N.C. where he serves in the 2nd Force Recon Co., I went on to read the other e-mails sent and it was nice to see a letter from another Marine Mom.( My license plates read USMCMOM ) and I have the bumper stickers, T-shirts, etc. to show off the fact that I am a Marine Mom and proud of it and extremely proud of my son. My stint in the Marines didn't start with my son, but the significance of how important and how honorable being a Marine is was brought to a new level when he graduated from MCRD. I was born to an "Old Marine", my father served 21 years in the Corps, he got up every morning and went to his job, to me it was no different than anyone else's father who got up and went to work every day, yea sometimes he would go to work and come back 12-18 months later (he served two tours in Vietnam, a tour in Japan), and we moved every three years, but hey what did I know, it was all I had ever experienced. My father had 5 brothers, 4 of them served in the Marine Corps. My father was a Drill Instructor at MCRD while his brother was in basics, out of the 5 boys, 4 of them served in Vietnam at the same time. My only brother Dale - a Desert Storm Veteran- served 12 years in the Corps before a car accident took his life, his wife Dana was also a Marine. My youngest sister married a Marine who is also a Desert Storm Veteran. My father was the State Commander for Iowa VFW and now has another title and oversees two different states to ensure that all Vets get what is rightfully theirs, and trust me when he is fighting for the right of the Vets his old Drill Instructor persona has no trouble showing up. I know it sounds like I am bragging about the history of Marines in my family, well I am, but it took my son to walk across the parade grounds for me to see the significance of what my family has risked and given to this country to keep us safe and free, I am proud and grateful to all those whom have served this great country.... Denise B.


Dear Sgt. Grit; I have just finished reading the ten rules for dating a Marine's daughter. Although I did not write them, they almost word for word follow the rules I laid down for dating my own daughters. This then is the actual scenario that played out when my oldest daughter (then 17) informed me that she had a date with this really cute guy who was arriving promptly at 7:00pm that evening to take her on a date. Right around the appointed time, young lothario rings my doorbell. I open the door to see a young 18 year old, definitely not ready to go on a date, needing a shave, wearing a dirty t-shirt, and dirty trousers and sporting a pack of cigarettes rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve. Now as bad as this clown looked to me (I found him to be not in the least cute), I inquired of him what his business was. He not so politely informed me what his name was and that he was my daughter's date for this evening. In those days as when I was still in the Corps it was my practice to call them as I see them. Consequently, my response to this young man was "no young man, you are not my daughter's date for this evening!" He politely responded "What?" "You heard me the first time" Get your butt out of her, go home shower shave dress and lose the cigarettes or don't bother coming back!" He responded "Yes Sir" and was gone and out of my driveway before I had time to close the door. I told my daughter what had transpired when she came down a few minutes later. She just smiled but did wonder if the clown would be back. He came back about 45 minutes later dressed like he was going out to dinner (which he was with my daughter), freshly shaved, even brushed his teeth, shampooed his hair, shined shoes and no cigarettes. I told him my daughter cannot stand guys that smoke. That was true and she still cannot. The really cool part of this story (all of which is true) is that about 15 minutes later I received a phone call from a Colonel in the Army then stationed at the Pentagon. He asked me if I worked for the Government, I said yes, he asked if I was military, I said I had been, He asked Army? I said Marines. He said, I knew it!, It had to be, I have been trying to get that boy of mine to straighten up and clean up his act and tonight he broke all records and is cleaner than he has been in weeks. Can you tell me what you told him. So I repeated my instructions including the last one which roughly parallels rules 9 and 10. I also told him that I had told his son to lose the cigarettes. He was very grateful to me over the phone and I honestly believe he got a lesson in discipline and how to deal with his own son. As a postscript, I admonished him to have my daughter back early. He said he would, early in the morning of the next day,, say dawn. I told him that dawn begins at Midnight and not one minute later. They were back at 11:55. Semper Fi Richard E. Nygaard, SSgt, USMC 1953-1963


Sgt Grit I'm ATTEMPTING to start a Marine Corp League Det in my town of Paducah Ky, Been at it almost a month, so far I've had very little responses. Although the word is slow at getting out. I feel I'm operating a one man business, I'm doing the Advertising ,Public relations , Door to door, & mail The Recruiter is helping me as much as he can But he very busy as it is, I'm not really bitchin, Regardless how this goes its an experience I'm enjoying, I just wanted to add this. A lot has happened this past year with Sept 11th I know we all wanted to pack our trash & head for Afghanistan to kick some Butt. Then came the Flood of Patriotism which was what we needed, Then something else happened. we started hearing these groups, organizations & individuals Whining about being offended by our show of religion & Patriotism, Then the ruling of our Pledge allegiance to the flag. I for one is tired of sitting in my easy chair & Bitchen! Time to take Action, so The Marine Corp League is a good Thing since we got plenty of battles to fight here! So as Pres Bush said .Your either with us or Against us! one more thing while I was at our VFW spreading the word I got to talking to a WWII sub sailor, just out of the blue he ask me if I heard of Sgt Grit. I smiled & said yes read his news letter every week & order stuff to, His nick name is Chew Chew, an old friend of his a Marine in Washington D.C was hit by a bullet as a police officer now in a wheel chair has also caught the Sgt Grit bug OOORAH Semper Fi Mike King Paducah MCL


Sgt. Grit, Thanks for the newsletter, although it does stir up a bunch of bittersweet feelings. Sweet because of being a Marine, and little bit disappointed that at age 62 I'm still hard, but I don't think I can run with a rifle platoon anymore. I'm one of those Marines who was born at age 19 at Parris Island and viewed the Corps as his Mother, Father and family. It's a shame that the current state of affairs has forced the closing of Parris Island to the general public, as I'd hoped at some point to go back and see the 1st Battalion grinder again. G.M. Fitz asked if other Marines still have dreams about being in the Corps. I'm one. After I got out in 1964, I was happy to be out of the "troop and stomp", but after a couple of years I realized that I missed it. Today, I think about it all the time. Marine tag on the front of the car, emblem on the back, NCO sword in the closet, the whole nine yards. I'd trade a lot of my success in life (attributable to values instilled in me by the Corps) for another Marine Corps Birthday Ball, or to be able to button my dress blues. Heck, I might even like to crawl through the muddy racetrack at Camp LeJeune again. Or wave Maggie's drawers, knowing that another Marine is becoming an elite rifleman. Although I was assigned to duties involving clandestine intelligence activities for four of the five years that I was on active duty, I did and still have the heart of an 0311. Marines wear the Eagle, Globe and Anchor in their hearts forever. Semper Fi to all Gyrenes on the 4th of July. T.K. Carter Sgt - USMC 1959-1964


Sgt Grit, Just got done reading the "Rules for dating a Marine's daughter". I can identify with the writer as I have a 20 year old daughter. I have passed these rules on to my family members and they will be followed! As far as the story about the old timer in the corps refusing to salute the "boot" butter bar I was always told you salute the rank not the man. I did however witness an incident at Camp Fuji in 1979 that is kind of related to this issue. I was speaking to an officer in the company street in the camp ( me a Lcpl him a 1st lt) and the Sgt Major was approaching us from the Lt's rear (sorry I don't remember their names) the Lt had placed his hands inside his pockets at some point in our conversation and the Sgt Major without breaking stride whacked the Lt a good one on his shoulder and In a loud voice said "Get your hands out of your pockets, sir!" Well the Lt did not even pause in his conversation just calmly took his hands out of his pockets like this kind of thing happened all the time. The Sgt Major just continued on his way never pausing ,like this was just part of his duties to have to look after those sloppy officers. I was in shock thinking I was about to witness the Lt commit murder but nothing happened. I guess he had been "told" on more than one occasion to remove his hands from his pockets and this was his punishment. I was surprised that the Sgt Major did it with me standing there. I guess it's true Lcpls really don't matter much. John Klein USMC 78-82 Always a Marine Never a Former anything


Seeing " Good night Chesty Puller, in the newsletter brought back an old memory of when ,I, with a group of designated Marines, that followed Chesty Puller, on a three day ,sixty mile hike with combat packs, packing an M1 Rifle. He wasn't a big guy, but he lead this trek, down in New Zealand back in early days of WW2. Rations were Rice and Raisins I told myself, If he can do this, So can I. I think this had something to do with the 'Death March". The big difference was ,there were , 6X6. trucks following to pick up those that had bloody Boondockers resulting from blistered feet .Once again, Goodnight Chesty Puller, where ever you are.. Sgt. Charles M. Scott 1942


Dear Sir, I must tell you about an experience that my wife and I had last Sunday, 23 June, 2002. We were driving through Plymouth, Massachusetts town center (we were both born here), we thought we heard bagpipes! As we both love the sound of the instrument we turned around to find its’ source. It seems that there was a wedding or something going on at one of the churches at the center. There is a small green in the center where a lone bagpiper stood playing. Not wanting to interfere with the occasion, we parked down from the church, on the side of the road, to listen to the gentleman play his music. I thought that he gave us a glance at one time but thought nothing of it at the time. We have a U.S.M.C license plate on the front of the car. After about ten minutes he started playing the Marine Corps Hymn. My wife and I looked at each other. Was he playing it for us? As soon as he finished the last note he turned and pointed at us. My wife and I started to clap as hard as we could. As we were married before I enlisted she appreciated that as much as me. We listened to one more song and had to drive on. I made it a point to drive by him very slow. He stated “Glad you enjoyed it”, I replied “We loved it”. There was, what I thought, a firefighters badge on his left sleeve but a strap covered part of it so I couldn't tell for sure. That is something that we will remember for the rest of our lives! Semper Fi ! Respectfully yours, Jay Beauregard, Sergeant Correctional Services Co., H&S Bn. M.C.B., Camp LeJeune, N.C., 1973-1977


Sgt Grit, Listening and reading to some of the complaints of Marines who are in now, just burns my butt. Get it over it! The Marine Corps never promised you anything except the pride of being a Marine. I was in from 75' to 95' and done 3 tours of Oki, a little camp called Henoko. It was the last stop on the bus route, had been condemned by the Army and we moved right in. Leaky roofs, floating shower shoes in typhoon season. Open squad bays where 6 kinds of music could be heard at all times. No A/C, just fans (had to buy your own). Minimal heat in the winter. Bitch, you never heard the like, but we were some happy campers, cause Spades games were always on and during typhoons, somebody was always willing to make a run to town to get some rockgut. And we were Marines and liked it. Misery loves company when you are a Marine. Semper fi S/Sgt Riggs (ret'd)


At age 45 I had 5 angeos a stint and a triple bypass. At 47 another triple bypass three more angeos and was checked out for 17 mins off and on. At 49 I had a TMR which is when the DR. punched 46 holes in my heart with a laser.....I got a new heart DR. who looked at my medical file and proclaimed "You must be a Marine , they are the only SOBs that can survive anything." I am 52 and still working 40 plus---Thank God and the Marines. 1969-71 ST. MICHAEL


SGT GRIT, Regarding the letter from G M FRITZ and the dreams of returning to Boot Camp... During a recent training evolution those of us that spent time in the Corps were sitting together, kind of a double whammy...we're all cops AND Marines, and this was the topic of conversation. Yeah, I have them.... But so doesn't every Marine. I still visit with SSGT KAISER, SSGT MORRIES, and SGT BELL about once a month. SSGT KAISER said we'd always remember him, but he never said he'd haunt our dreams. SEMPER FI! Rick WILSON


Sgt. Grit; As a Former sergeant of the Marines and proud father of a Modern New Corps Sergeant of Marines, currently serving with the MSG at the Hague, I would add my opinion that the current crop of Marines are as tough and as smart (probably smarter ) than I remember being. My son is a far better Marine then I was. He graduated as series Honor Man and hung in at boot camp for 7 months recuperating from a stress fracture of his leg. He finished as a LCpl. and has continued to succeed since. My Impression after meeting his friends, NCO's and officers is that our Marine Corps is in excellent hands for the future. Semper Fidelis, Earl Stanley M.D. Former Sgt. of Marines


Sgt. Grit. I just recently starting receiving your newsletter and it is an encouragement to me. I read all the letters and today, I decided to write one of my own. In 1997 my Mother married and ex-Marine that has Multiple Sclerosis. He has always worked hard to do the best that he could do and one day it seems as though he had given up. He got really ill and had to be put him in a VA nursing home here in South Carolina. Two years ago I met a Marine and now we are engaged. I recently discovered what all my stepfather actually did in the Corps and it really breaks my heart to see him as he is now. About a month ago I was at Camp Lejune and bought him some Marine Corps shirts for Father's Day. I went to visit him last weekend. When I gave him the shirts, he lit up, just like he always did before and I saw the Corps come out in him. It was very touching and inspiring. "Once a Marine, Always a Marine" For a while he had forgotten about that, and know that he has realized he can't give up, he has made wonderful recoveries. I had always heard that they brainwash people in the Marines, and maybe they do to an extent. But I don't believe that, I believe that they instill a new mentality in men and women, and teach them to push harder and no matter what never give up and Always be Faithful. I love you Scott, Semper Fi Maranda - Proud Marine daughter (and soon to be wife)


Sgt. Grit: HAPPY 4TH OF JULY! Keep on keeping freedom strong. Thanks for the July 4th newsletter. As usual, it is great. Especially RULES FOR DATING A MARINE'S DAUGHTER. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. Maybe because I have three daughters, five granddaughters and 2 great granddaughters. Keep up the good work of focusing on the MARINE family. Sincerely, Sgt. Robert Hawkins, 1953-56, MCRD, San Diego ........ Dear Sgt. Grit, In regards to your "Rules For Dating A Marines Daughter" July 4th 2002: That was absolutely wonderful !! I am a mother of a (male) Marine age 20 years and I can tell you that those rules also apply for brothers as well. My daughter age 16 (looks like 21) looks so forward to her brother coming home on leave but feels the need to hide her boyfriend in seclusion until her brother has left for fear of her boyfriend dying. I feel so much pride for my Marine and country and all that serve that I to wish I was a Marine. Keep up the good work. Proud Marine Mom Cheryl ........


Sgt. Grit, When I enlisted in the Marine Corps in June 1968, living conditions and comfort was not on my mind. Serving my country to the best of my ability was. As a former 0311 'Nam grunt with G 2/4, I felt fortunate to be able to fight the rats over a can of ham and eggs or meatballs and beans that we waited 2 days to get as the choppers couldn't get to us because of enemy activity in the area. I felt fortunate to have a blood stained poncho liner that we carried our dead and wounded on, to catch rain water with during the monsoon so we could fill our canteens that had been empty for 2 days. I felt fortunate to be resupplied in the bush with a new pair of jungle boots as my old pair had the tops rotted out. And lastly I felt fortunate that I was only wounded once and that a med-evac helicopter was able to get us out without getting shot down. Semper Fidelis, Bob Chatigny-Weatherford, Ok


I live in the Boston area and was saddened by the recent passing of baseball legend, Ted Williams. However, my first thought wasn't that we had lost a great hitter of baseballs. My first thought was "Semper Fi" and my second thought was that this man donned a military uniform during wartime not once, but twice. Perhaps he did it reluctantly, but HE DID IT. I can think of no professional athlete today who would do such a thing. I'm proud to have worn the same Eagle, Globe and Anchor. Semper Fi... Carole P.


About a year ago, I had the pleasure of enlisting my step-daughter into the Army. Yea, I know it's the Army but I must say I was very proud of her. She had gone through all the normal stuff, physical, testing and such, and was finally getting to the swearing in. Normally this is done in a mass ceremony but about a week before it actually happened, she asked me if I would swear her in. My heart was raised to a new high. We drove down to the MEPS center outside Greensboro, NC where I had donned my Marine Corps greens in preparation for this event. As I walked around with my uniform on I felt a new revised pride for the service I had given my country. I was stopped and questioned by several young people who were waiting to join the military. I don't know if I had made a difference in their decision but I am sure that their thought process was changed a lot after I had talked with them. We finally made it to the main room where the masses were sworn in at and there was my family and one other in there at the time. As I read the oath of office to her I realized that I was also reading it to my self and reaffirming my commitment to this great nation of ours. My daughter has had her ups and downs with the Army Reserve in the past year, and since she is young and new to the military she has had many reservations about her commitment. I know for myself that mine has never changed. My personal pride in the Marine Corps and for this nation of ours has never changed. Every month I promote or award the Marines who work for me. I work countless hours with professionals, and then, I also have my misfits. But all are Marines. All do their best to be the best they can be. Unfortunately times have changed. Not to my liking but as someone told me once, change is inevitable, and the only constant in life is change. I have seen three decades of change in the Marine Corps. Some I don't like, but overall, we are still Marines, willing to fight the battle, win the wars, and protect freedom at any cost. I am glad I made the right decision twenty-five years ago to be the best. Regrets, I have many, but my life has been good, especially since I pinned the Eagle, Globe and Anchor on. Nothing can compare, and I would do it again in a heart beat. Semper Fi CWO3


Since our oldest son joined the Marines in November 2000, we have been receiving the newsletter. I also receive information from another Marine website. My husband and I love our Marine as much as any parents. Neither of us were able to serve in any branch of the military, but have family members and friends who served from WW1 thru today. My Marine son knew how hard the Corps would be and that it has the reputation of being the most demanding branch of service. He attended two years of college here and applied to the local police academy, when turned down he came home and told us that he had enlisted in the Marines. When I asked "why the Marines, it will be so hard," his reply was "you and dad taught me to be and do the best I can and the Marines are the best". His time in the Corps has not been easy he suffered an injury that sent him to rehab before he graduated SOI. He spent 5 months in the MRP. Then completed his school. He is a grunt 0311. I said all of this to say, we moms and dads need to stop complaining about where our Marine lives and what they eat. Along with all the other men and women in his platoon our son has been living in "tent cities" for the past 6 months. (I won't say where). When we hear from him ,once every 4-6 weeks, he never complains about his living conditions or the food. He is so proud to be a Marine and to be protecting our freedoms. Never in a thousand years would I have thought that he was so strong physically mentally and emotionally. This is something that being a Marine has brought out in him. He has become a man, no longer a child. One of the hardest things about being a mom is letting your child go. The Marine lifestyle has never in itself killed anyone, but it has made lots of people stronger and brought out the best in many. So please stop complaining about the inconvenience of living in barracks, tents, eating MREs, etc and spend that energy doing something constructive. Volunteer at a charity or the USO. Be thankful that your son or daughter has made the choice to be constructive with their lives. Anything worth having, is worth working for. Proud Parent of one Marine and one college student.


Up until recently, I also had recurring dreams about boot camp. I went through my basic training from August 1975 - November 1975 at Parris Island and DI School from May 1978 - July 1978 at San Diego. Here’s how the dreams went: I was back in boot camp as a recruit. When the DIs checked my record book, they saw that I was a former DI and I caught holy hell from them until I woke up. I had this dream (nightmare?) on a regular basis (at least every few months) for more than 20 years. Matt Brzycki Sergeant 1975-79


AFCEA Educational Foundation Sgt Jeannette L. Winters, USMC Memorial Scholarship The AFCEA Educational Foundation has established a $2,000 annual scholarship in memory of Marine Sgt. Jeannette L. Winters. Sgt. Winters and six other Marines died January 9, 2002, when their KC-130 aircraft crashed in Pakistan. Sgt. Winters, a radio operator and four-year Marine veteran, was based with the Marine Wing Communications Squadron-38 at Miramar, California. For more information or to obtain an application form, please contact the Foundation office at 703-631-6149 or visit the AFCEA website at Application deadline is September 15, 2002.


Sgt. Grit: In your last Newsletter, a Marine who signed himself as "king rat" offered up some interesting USMC lingo. I'd like to add a few favorites I learned in the summer of '44 on Parris Island and a few others I picked up during a tour of the exotic Pacific. Here goes: alibi round, Bams, BAR, boonies, chichen s--t, C-2, grab ass, creepin' crud, de-te-koi, horsecock, piss call, Pollywog, ridin' the range, s--t bird, swagger stick and that all time favorite, Ruptured Duck. And how about that famous13th General Order, "I will walk my post from flank to flank and take no s--t for any rank. I'll carry out orders I just received from the son-of-a-bitch I just relieved." Dick Whitaker, F-2-29 Sixth Mar Div.


My father was a Tech/Sgt in the Corps. I don't remember a lot about him as I was the youngest of 5 and only 9 years old when he passed away. I do know that he was stationed one time at 29 Palms and was on the first USS Wasp when it went down. He survived. He was also a recruiter and sold 'war bonds'. I have pictures of him standing beside the war bond truck. His name was Aubrey McLouis "Mac" Hunter. He passed away 10/63 of cancer, and at the funeral I promised him that when I was old enough I would be a Marine also. In March of 72' I finished school early and put my foot on P.I. for the first time early in the morning of March 17th. I graduated with Platoon 233 on June 19th. My mother was crying as I walked toward her and told me I had developed that same "swagger" that my father and other marines had. Now, my son, who is also 9 years old, says he wants to be a Marine like daddy when he grows up. I hope to be around when he graduates from P.I. (I gave up 4 years ROTC and a chance at OCS to keep my promise to my father - I'd do it all over again if given the chance). SEMPER FI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Even my wife corrects people when they make the mistake of saying 'former or was a Marine') Ben Hunter - Information Services


I'm looking forward to receiving the license plate covers. They are for my son's car. He graduated from boot camp (Parris Island) on April 5 and received the Leatherneck Award at graduation for Company High Shooter (238 out of possible 250!). He just completed infantry training at Camp Pendleton and graduated as the Company High G.P.A. (Can't tell you how proud I am of him.) He enters LAV training at Camp Pendleton on July 8. Ryan is following in his father's footsteps -- in more ways than one. His father did his infantry training at Camp Pendleton (Camp San Onofre) almost 40 years ago to the day - and as Ryan says -- they both have now walked those HILLS many times over!!!!!




(EXCERPT) Submitted by: Marine Corps Recruiting Command Story Identification Number: 200279142531 Story by Sgt. Jimmie Perkins Washington, D.C.(July 4, 2002) -- In the jungles and rugged terrain of Nicaragua and Panama during the "Banana Wars" and on the scared landscape of France during World War I, the Marine Corps and Harley Davidson created a bond forged in combat. A bond that was recently renewed when two Marines rounded the corner of Constitution Ave this Fourth of July in the National Independence Day Parade. Along ten city blocks through our nation's capital, in front of hundreds of thousands of parade goers, the Motorcycle Marines were reborn. Starting this summer, hand picked Marine Recruiters will begin appearing at parades and regional events aboard gleaming, fire engine red and chrome, Harley Davidson motorcycles. "Harley Davidson and the Marine Corps share a special place in the hearts of the American people," said Maj. Gen. Jerry D. Humble, Commanding General of Marine Corps Recruiting Command. "With a shared pride of being known as the best, Harley Davidson and the United States Marine Corps represent ideals that have made our nation great." The first two motorcycles made their debut on the Fourth of July. The "Fatboy" model motorcycles thundered down Constitution Avenue ridden by Maj. David Baldwin and Staff Sgt. David Saldivar of Marine Corps Recruiting Command. The motorcycles join the Marine Corps' other event-marketing vehicle, red Humvee.


Sgt. Grit, First I wanted to thank you for your newsletter. I forward every issue to my buddy currently serving in the middle east. Second, I knew that one day the reality of narcotics would affect even our precious Corps and now that it is here I would ask the Commandant to unleash hell and fry all those who wish to pursue this form of "supplemental income" in our Corps. I would hope that these few lowly forms of life calling themselves Marines are made an example of for all the world to see. The Marine Corps is different, we shall not tolerate illegal drug use or sales of any kind! I am a Chicago police officer now and I see drugs, drug dealers every day. However, the one place that I cannot see this happening is in our beloved Corps. Strip them of their rank, title, and let them rot like any other piece of garbage! Cpl. R. Lopez (88-92)


.....But then again the focus of the movie was on the Code Talkers and them finally getting the recognition they truly deserve for their efforts during the war. They had Testicles to the Bulkhead gentlemen there are few of them left now and when I see one of them here in Arizona I let it be known with an Huragh Semper Fi. I have had the privilege to hear the Marine Corps Hymn in the Navajo language, brings a lump to your throat. Homberg, W.R HM3 7th Comm. Bn. - Chu Lai 1st ANGLICO det sub 1 Quang Ngai Province RVN 66-67


Sgt.Grit, I saw an incident early in my Marine Corps career that I believe is indicative of why the Corps functions so well. Respect for rank and respect for knowledge. I went to Vietnam by ship. We were part of the Ist M.P. Bn.. We were going to have it made. Patrol Da Nang's mean streets, clear out the brothels and the bars. Most of us ended up with Lima 3/1 but that's another story. About one day before we pulled into Da Nang Harbor, the Bn. Sgt. Major had all of the troops assemble, on the fantail, for a pep talk, ala George C. Scott as Patton. Its not the speech I remember, although I'm sure it was memorable. It was what I witnessed as we were filing out. I was one of the last snuffy's to leave the area. The Sgt.Major was still at the podium, when he suddenly barked out, "Where are my lieutenants?" Four gold bars rushed to the front. The Sgt. Major snapped to attention and saluted. He addressed these young Lt.'s as sir but it was obvious who was giving the orders. He respected military protocol. They respected his wisdom and experience. Semper Fi Gene Ward, 66-70, VN 67-68 Ist plt. Lima 3/1


Sgt Grit. Nice newsletter. 1. About today's soft Marines. They're not. I work at Camp Pendleton at the Naval Hospital. I think they're more fit. They run miles with 125 lb packs. I am not making that up. 2. About griping. The best insight came from my Dad, who was in British RAF and U.S. Navy during WW II. "If sailors are complaining, they're happy. If they are silent, they're plotting mutiny." Philip R. Boehme Cpl, USMC, 1968-70. 3rd MarDiv 1969 P.S. What is the finest tattoo? My vote goes to "Death Before Dishonor". NOTE: I like the idea, what is your favorite tattoo? Sgt Grit


I must say that things must have changed a hell of a lot since I was in 1stRadBn if I can believe "Big Neum". I served with the Battalion at Kaneohe and in RVN from 1968 - 71 and we never considered that we not riflemen first and then specialists. Many RadBn Marines were at Khe Sanh, Da Nang, Phu Bai, Con Thien etc. and they lived in worse conditions than any Army, Navy or Air Force personnel in Nam. There were many times RadBn Marines were in fighting positions and bunkers waiting for attack. At Kaneohe, we lived in open squad bays and thought nothing of it. This Lcpl needs to remember where he came from and what RadBn Marines have been and always should be. D. Bergeron (Sgt. 2576/71)


Sgt Grit, I am new to all of this newsletter stuff. However I find once I start to read it is hard to stop. I served in the Marine Corps from 1969-1973. I went San Diego for boot camp 3rd btn K co. Plt 3201. Like most Marines I have one drill instructor that stick out in my memory more than the others. He was the most squared away Marine you would ever have the chance to meet. There are many things I remember about him but there is one day I will never forget. My PMI was sick the day we were to qualify and could not make it to the range. Although he was absent that day I shot expert and was awarded the platoons outstanding marksman certificate. This was because my PMI's replacement that day was non other than my drill instructor Sgt.. J.S Rivera. As I fired that day on the range I fired with confidence. He would look at me after I emptied each magazine and say "what the F@#$ are you trying to do Schroeder break the range record " I replied "sir yes sir" I often wondered what happened to him. As Marines we all know that there are certain people you meet in your lifetime that you will never forget. Sgt. J.S. Rivera is one Marine I will never forget. Sgt. Rivera thank you where ever you may be. Semper Fi Cpl D.D.Schroeder Plt. 3201 1969


Hey Sgt Grit Just got back from the Delta Btry 2/11 reunion at O'side had a great time. We spent one day with the Regt. and one day at MCRD. I can reassure all that today's Marines are still doing it the way we did it. Although for some reason they look a lot younger than we were, I guess that's an optical illusion. The main thing though is that Grunts still hump, Cannon Cockers still shoot, move and communicate and Choppers still deliver men, Bullets and Beans where needed. I could see and hear that ranges were in use. All the normal sounds of a workday at Camp Pendleton. Yes a lot of the old barracks have been replaced with newer dorm type housing, but I think that's a plus. There's also a lot more family housing on the base than in our day but I think that's also a plus. Something else that's changed is that at 16:30instead of being on the way to town these young Marines are out on the road in PT gear. So Brothers put your minds at rest. Times change, equipment, uniform, housing may change, but the things that make us Marines are still infused into each and every one of these young men and women who are taking our Corps into the 21st century. SSgt Rock


Hello Sgt. Grit, I just wanted to say hello and let you know that my son Christopher has now joined the Corps. He became a Private First Class, graduating Parris Island on April 19th. 2002. We went down to see him graduate and what a beautiful and emotional ceremony - that will last with me for the rest of my life! His aunts and uncle drove all the way from Indiana to see him and his Grandfather and Grandmother drove up from Florida. To be there to witness these fine young Marines parade across the deck was incredible. I couldn't stop crying. To finally be able to hug him after not seeing or talking to him for three months was a joyous occasion! It made me realize what a feat he had accomplished, as well as all the others that were there. He will be training for Flight Crew Chief. I can not express how much pride I feel for this son of mine. He is truly one of the few and the proud. God Bless America and all those who have chosen to serve their Country! Semper Fi! Proud Marine Mom, Pattie from New Jersey


Sgt. Grit, I read all of these letters talking of every Marine being a rifleman first. I don't know how it was when people like my grandfather was in, but this was probably true. Now however I disagree. I am prior service Nave married to a 0311. We live here on Camp Pendleton and he is with 1/1. Yes they have their share of baggo's, but when I see them out on a morning PT run I rarely see someone dropping out. Also my husband just came back from the rifle range a couple of weeks ago, with expert again, talking in disgust about the POGS that barely could even use a weapon. We have had many POG neighbors here on base and at the other bases we've been to and they all complain about having to use their range scores in their promotions, they say it doesn't have anything to with their jobs. Just the other day I was taking our daughters to the Naval Hospital over on main side and I witnessed Marines running around Lake O'Neil. Well you could see POG written all over them. They looked horrible. Someone was here at our house the other day and said something that I think summed it all up.....Every Marine wishes they were a grunt, but they know when it comes down to it they couldn't do it and don't want to make the sacrifices they make. I would just like to also say Thank you to the 15th MEU, they seemed to received such little acknowledgement from everyone and they were the first ground troops to go into Afghanistan and to the POGS that didn't even leave the ship, you should be ashamed to wear the T-shirts that the grunts had made about Camp Rhino. Many of the grunts didn't even get the shirts they ordered because of you and they are the ones who earned them. Semper Fi to all especially our grunts past, present and future, A proud Marine wife and family! Audrey


It sometimes amazes me they way some people don't have pride in what they are, or what they have done in their lives. I see from some of the E-Mails I read, and people I talk to, that there are some Marines, (former and current), that are not proud of their current status, or their time spent in the Corps, or in life for that matter. I was in from 1974-1977, L-2/11, Camp Pendleton Ca. I never fired my weapon at anything other than paper targets, and trained on the 155 howitzer for all that time. I would hear others tell stories of their adventures, and glory. I left the States one time to go to Tijuana with some buds. No combat action, no tells of war, I did pull mess duty for three months, to feed the refuges that came to Camp Telega, (on Camp Pendleton). I did not even get the National Defense Ribbon. Expert Rifleman Second Award, is the only thing I have on my chest. That bothered me for years. But still I am proud of my service to the corps, because there were a lot of Sh*t-birds, that were over me, and my friends, when we arrived. A LOT of drugs, a lot of men who were disgruntled, and effected, by their experiences. Basic training was tough, but staying out of trouble from drugs, drinking, and boredom, was probably the hardest thing. I was lucky that I had some good guidance, from the NCOs, and from the Staff NCOs, and from the Officers, that saw things as they were, not as some Gomer Pyle tv episode. No, my career was short, and not very exciting, but I learned... I am married now for 25 years, two grown children, 1.5 grandchildren. My life is full because in the early years of my manhood, THE CORPS MADE ME BE A MAN. There was no mommy to run home to, and no way to quit. You did as you were told, no questions, no excuses. I guess some folks don't understand it, "why I keep hanging on to the past". but how can they? Most people today cant tell you who they voted for, of if they voted last time. I still to this day wear a cap, or pin of some kind , that shows my pride in the fact that I am "Not so mean, not so lean, but still MARINE". Its not just your sleeve, or on your chest, Brother its in your Soul. Besides it ain't my fault that nobody wanted to start no Sh*t while I was there, I guess they just knew better....SEMPER FI L/Cpl Bruce Blackstock Clyde, Texas


Sgt Grunt; I would appreciate it if you would let everyone know that Sgt/Maj Richard (Big Red)Ebert died in February of this year. Big Red retired after 32 years in our beloved Corps.He was in the Artillery for most of his career. Any Marines who was stationed in Japan, I am sure they heard of the Little Star Orphanage.Sgt/Maj Ebert was one of the prime movers in getting it started. It is a lost to all of us that knew Big Red and I am sure that when he checked in at the pearly gates there was a Marine Honor Guard waiting for Him. So long Big Red it was a privilege to know and to have serviced with you.Semper Fi. Your Friend M/Sgt R.J.Allen USMC/RET


This 4th at the Khe Sanh reunion at Dallas My buddy James Everley was presented with the Golf Co/26th Marines Battle Flag. He was presented it because there were just two Marines from Golf Co in attendance. The story goes that a badly wounded Marine from Golf Co tucked it into his fatigues, and just before going under the knife asked the surgeon to make sure it got back to the 26th. The story goes this Dr. being sent elsewhere has kept the Battle flag for all these years, and being from Dallas and learning that the Khe Sanh reunion was coming there he gave it to the Khe Sanh Assoc. Prez. Upon examining the battle flag Jim and I agree believe this Battle flag for Golf Co 26th Marines is of WWll origin. Do you have any idea where we might look to find an archive site that might show a photo of the WWll Golf Co 26th vs the VN Golf Co. 26th Battle flag? Any help would be appreciated, Jim Hattabaugh


Dear Sgt. Grit, My son is Corporal Zachariah Kocses, currently deployed in Afghanistan. His paternal grandmother passed two weeks ago. She was able to see her first grandchild graduate from Boot Camp as a PFC at Parris Island on December 15, 2000. I know Marine grandmothers are few and far between. This woman was always true to "Once a Marine, Always a Marine". I also want to state that she met her first husband, William Joseph Kocses, and the father of her three children while in the Corps, and her husband when she passed was a Marine. Sheila Jean Clinger (name when enlisted) Sheila Howard Sullivan (name when passed) Basic at Parris Island 1955 Headquarter Battalion, Quantico, Va. Duty Station and discharge dae Feb 1, 1957 in good standing. Rank PFC. Good Conduct Medal. Joined Naples, Florida Detachment, Marine Corp League 1970. 1973 became first female Commandant in Florida. Now E.T. Brisson Detachment, was honored and presented a plaque for her service in the league in 2001.


Sgt. Grit, I enlisted in 1992 in the grandest and fiercest fighting force the world has ever known, The United States Marine Corps. Boot Camp was tough and SOI was a brutal experience, so brutal my knee folded under the pressure and I was medically discharged. Nine years later I have once again enlisted and am now serving proudly in the ranks, so I suppose you could say I have a slight perspective on a generation of starting at the bottom and working with the backbone of the Corp. There are understandable differences between the new breed and the old breed but not in the way everybody seems to be talking about. The old breed was tested by fire, ran in boots everywhere.......the new breed prays for war as supposed to small Military actions, studies numerous different types of warfare, and trains in a completely different fashion than ever before. The times have changed and the Marine Corps has changed with them, but the concept is still the same......tough young men (and women) who are willing to make all kinds of sacrifice to serve their country in the proudest branch of the Armed Forces. Marines are Marines, some bitch some don't. I know that my analogies probably won't cut it with some but the point is there. Take it for what it's worth. Sincerely, PFC. Thompson 1st Div 1st Tnk Btln H&S Co. Sct PLt


In the last issue of Leatherneck magazine they... ...posted one obit for a PFC James R Nilo from Sun City, AZ. The part that I really like about this Marine's obit was the statement: "Although discharged from active duty in 1954, he remained a Marine for the rest of his life." I may want that phrase on my tombstone!!! Semper Fidelis...John.


Sierra Vista, AZ is home to Ft. Hauchuca, original home of the Buffalo Soldiers, and still a major Army post. Members of other services also attend MOS training there, esp. in mil intel. However, you wouldn't expect to meet too many Marines there, except for family, i.e. Cpl. Punishment. This old jarhead goes into town with his lady to visit a comfy coffee shop called Just in Time. What to I run into there, but another old gyrene...and a winger at that from 3rdMAW El Toro in the late 50s (I called him boot). The next day, Marc and run into a Circle K store (read 7-11) to get water for the kiddies in the car. Marc pokes me in the ribs and says, "That guy over there is wearing a lst Marine Division patch on his cap." Naturally, I stroll over and ask him when he was in. He tells me he was in from 48-52. I ask, "Korea?" He says, "Yeah." I ask, "Fifth Marines? Seventh Marines?" He says,"No, HqHq." Now, he has my concentrated attention because I was in HqHq, albeit later than he. He says, "Band." I say, "Stretcher carrier." He says, "Hell no. I was lucky (stretcher carriers were a prime target). They pulled a bunch of us out of the band and made us into a machine gun platoon. We provided perimeter security for the withdrawal from Chosin. I'm one of the 'Chosin Few.'" Go figure. Join the band and go do-re-mi on a 30 cal. Only in the Corps. Every man a rifleman. Semper Fi & Gung Ho, El Lobo


After reading your first quote for the July 4, 2002, news letter ,I was reminded of August 1969, when after a bloody few days the 7th Marines were given a choice of how they would be withdrawn from the field. One of the remaining Officers, I believe it was the Col. ,told us we could wait in the field until tomorrow and be choppered back to LZ Ross, or wait until this afternoon and trucks would be here to take us back, or we could walk back now. With out a word of complaint or order being given we stood up, picked up our gear and the gear of those no longer with us, we fell out on the road. Memory plays tricks but I believe it was around 11 to 13 clicks back to Ross and what was left of the Seventh Marines humped in silence with out a break, the whole distance. We had been relieved of the mission and the media had declared us combat ineffective. But that day I was never more proud to be in company of men that took all that could be thrown at them and still walked like Marines, as I believed Chesty said "advancing in a new direction". Stan Long "E"co 2/7 1st Mar. Div 69-70 Semper Fi


Attached is a poem titled “Spirit of a Man” I wrote some 23 years ago, but recently revitalized when the Spirit of this Marine was cruelly shaken by the atrocity of 9/11. The depths of feelings of anger and helplessness as a retired Marine were compounded by the fact that I wanted to again serve, but could not. Soul searching, thinking of a way I could make a contribution, I found my way back to “Spirit of a Man” reading it over and over again a hundred times. Twenty-three years ago I believed in the poem’s message, but now knew that it needed to be stronger, it needed to say what was in the depths of my mind and being, and that which would transcend the minds and beings of ALL Marines, men and women alike. Having written the poem in the male gender, no disrespect was intended to our Women Marines who have served and are serving just as proudly. I ask for their indulgence and trust that they will accept the poem in the Spirit in which it was intended. Spirit of a Man My Corps, our Corps. It hails in pride and dignity, For nowhere on the face of Earth Will pride be so easily seen Than in the Spirit of one man, A United States Marine. Taught in boot that there’s more to a man Than doing his preconceived best. He pushes to take one more struggling step Rather than settling for anything less. He learns of blood that’s lost in wars By Marines who gave their lives; He wears his service’s uniform As a symbol before all eyes. A Code of Honor that he takes to heart, He is his country’s fighting machine. Brotherhood and “Semper Fi!” He is a United States Marine. There’s something right in troubled times When a boy chooses the Marines. No Mom and Dad to hold his hand, To accept his responsibilities. There’s a change of life in the Corps Where the boy molts into the man. He finds respect and personal pride With a lesson to understand… That Freedom is the name of the game And Honor is for keeping clean. Head held high throughout his life, He’s a United States Marine. Hank Donnerstag, Captain, USMCRR


ok here goes, my daughter has wanted to be a marine since she was a sophomore in high school being a mother I tried to talk her into the air force because I thought it would be easier boot camp was hard for her as she is fairly short and has a big mouth but she survived it and wears her uniform proudly she has had several obstacles to overcome as she is in what is basically considered a mans world but she loves every minute of it as it is a challenge to her I was happy to see her graduate from high school but her graduation from boot camp was one of the proudest moments of my life and hers so you see I definitely am a proud mother of a female marine


Sgt. Grit: I will never forget what I learned more than 30 years ago...forgive the paraphrasing, but it goes something like: "You can bomb it, strafe it, set C4 to it, throw grenades or even rocks at it and then surround it - but if there isn't an 0311 with a rifle sitting on it, it ain't yours!" Carlo DiMaria


In reference to Sgt. Bob Carr's rebuke of the Master Gunnery Sgt. who blew off a salute to a 2nd LT.; I couldn't agree more. You are absolutely 100% right that Top should have saluted the officer for the uniform that he wears if for no other reason. However, I must say that turning around and spouting out of your A@@ about how much saltier you are than this particular MASTER GUNNERY SERGEANT and how he "probably earned his strips by grab ass" shows that you too are much in need of a refresher on customs and courtesies. So if you would do all of us, who do show the proper respect for the Corps and its ranks, a favor and try not to be quite so insulting and hypocritical all in the some breath. It makes us all look bad. LCpl Steven L. Hunsaker


Dear Ma and Pa: Am well...Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for Ol' Man Minch a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 5 a.m., but am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell