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Sgt Grit Marine Corps Newsletter - June 6, 2002

The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps!" Eleanor Roosevelt, 1945

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This weekend my faith was restored in our young people and Marine Corps training. My wife and I walk almost daily along a beach near our home. This weekend while walking back along the seawall we noted that there were 3 very tough looking young men in their late 20s on the seawall with a dog (bulldog) tied to a fence. The leash would make it necessary to jump over it if you wanted to pass. During this time of year the young men and women are on the beach much of the time strutting their stuff. Experiences in this area with young people are not always pleasant. Anyway, as we approached my wife quietly commented that we might have some difficulty. Not So! One of the young man said excuse me Mam let me get this leash out of your way so you may pass by without difficulty. Another offered to take her hand so she would not fall. We stopped and thanked them. I had a Marine Corps T shirt on and one of the men asked when I was in. I told him 51-54 serving in Korea during 53. He shook my hand and thanked me for the service to our country. He went on to say that veterans who had served in time of war made it possible for people like them to enjoy themselves on a day like this. He went on further to say that he had served 1995-99. USMC I thanked him for his service. As we prepared to leave all three of them without hesitation or embarrassment came to attention and saluted. Let me tell you it was one of the best experiences of my life. L. A..Whalen, Cpl.. USMCR 51-54


I worked in army FDC for an 8" & 175 MM in I Corps 1970/71. We shot for all units. Marine Recon would set up for the night and ask us to keep one of our guns lined up in case they needed help. They would register one round north, south, east and west of their position so they could adjust fire if something happened during the night. I took one of their fire missions and worked up the firing data. I realized they hadn't sent me their position, just the four coordinates they wanted us to shoot. I called them for their position. They had sent the coordinates for their position. It was one of the coordinates they wanted us to shoot. Our Alpha Battery had a mission where a marine recon team was trying to outrun an enemy unit. Alpha's two 8" would fire and then the recon team would move up. The recon team watched the rounds explode and figured out they could run between them, instead of waiting. After their extraction they came by the battery to thank the cannon cockers. The battery commander came by and listened to the marines talk about "running between the exploding rounds". The killing radius for an 8" is 90 meters. The battery commander flipped out. From then on he monitored all marine fire missions. DAW


Sgt. Grit, I just wanted to add a bit to your next news letter. After my tour in the Marines I went on to collage. To supplement my income while in school, I joined the local National Guard unit. While in the 'guard, I attended army officer candidate school. Included in my class were several other former Marines. Although the school was a bit trying and we received more than our fair share of trouble from the TACs for being "tough-guy" former Marines, we all graduated in the tops of our class and never-ever dropped from a run or other task. During an extended duration exercise, our TAC got us lost on one of the ranges and we stumbled into a restricted area. The Army MPs came to escort us out and the TAC put us at ease while he spoke to the MPs about our situation (being junior cadets, we were not allowed to speak unless given permission). Somehow the TAC discovered that one of the MPs was also a former Marine and pointed me out (which he did with too much frequency). We were pretty ragged from no sleep for several days and humping the mountains for miles. The former Marine MP immediately came over to me, asked me my condition and if I needed anything. I replied a shot of water for myself and squad members. This he promptly did. He shook my hand, gave me a resounding "Semper Fi", a snappy salute, and then departed. My nemesis TAC never said a word to me for speaking without permission or for giving water to my squad members. I can only assume that he realized discussions between two Marines was hallowed ground. Unfortunately, I never saw the MP again. Some where, if he's still out there, I'd like to let him know that I'll always have several cold beers waiting for him. Toby T.


To Frank S. Sellin, Take it from a Marine Air Winger who was at Pendleton in the early 70's, our barracks were condemned long before we inhabited them. They were "open squad bays, shared a common HEAD with everybody and having to yell "FIRE IN THE HOLE" before you would flush the sh*tter because the water..." We lived in Quonset huts in Japan and the only time we had decent facilities was when we stayed at an Air Force Base. My point: Who's whining? We all deserve better but we never complained. It was better than a shelter half, yeh, Air Wingers know what they are. We are still Marines even though you ground pounders don't always agree. We didn't want it easy like the other services. It helped us keep our edge. Jim Doud, Sgt., Marine since 1973.


in regards to the story by CPL Galbraith 69/71 allowing his former SDI to drive with the "odor of alcohol" and "slurred speech"... shame on you CPL. And you call yourself a law enforcement officer. What you did was UNSAT. No two ways around it. Let's see how big you smile when he drives off and nails some kid on a bike. shame on YOU Sgt. Grit for printing it. Did he forget "JJ DID TIE BUCKLE" ... i believe one of the key words in there is INTEGRITY. Add on a little JUDGMENT and LOYALTY (to the principals he's sworn to uphold) and you have a case of a cop who made a very poor decision and is now bragging about it. Semper Fi, teena hubbard Marine Veteran (also, wife of a law enforcement officer and Marine Vet.) ................................ Sgt Grit, I read your news letter and thoroughly enjoy its content. With one exception. First of all I want to commend and thank all the Marines who served proudly for the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor. Personally, I served for 13 years, 1985-1998, of honorable proud service of which three were at Parris Island as a Drill Instructor and Marine Combat Instructor of Water Survival. That one exception is contained in this newsletter written by Cpl Galbraith 69/71. I admire this Marine for both wearing the uniform of Marine and police officer. What disturbs me is the story told of him allowing a drunk driver to continue on his path of destruction for the simple fact of sharing the same uniform and this persons former DI status. That is NOT what we are about. Both uniforms are to serve and protect. This disturbs me most cause I am the victim of a drunk driving tragedy in which I lost my brother in 1985. Personally, I would have gotten this individual home and talked with him when he sobered up about his problem. What would happen if that drunk driver killed someone or a family? That blame would fall with two people one of which is supposed to prevent that occurrence. Otherwise, I thank all Marines past, present, and future for being who you are and for being what you are - A U.S. Marine! Sergeant Robert "Bot" Botfield, USMC 1985-1998 Semper Fi..... ............................ Dear Sgt. Grit, I've just read about half-way through these and already have read of two different police officers relaying stories of letting other Marine's off the hook for breaking the law based solely on the belief that the lawbreakers were Marines. I say kudos for the sentiment, but shame on you for letting our finest break the law. Especially the officer who turned his eye to a drunk driver. We did not become the finest to break the laws of the very country we serve. I salute our veterans whole-heartedly. I thank them when I meet them for what they have done for our nation. Being an active or veteran Marine does NOT excuse excessive and dangerous speeding, drunk driving, the breaking of any other law. Both speeding and drunk driving are killers of the very people we served to protect. Officers, please thank them as you make them pay for breaking the law. Semper Fi, DJ Weidler Cpl USMC 1986-1992


Sgt Grit: I don't know any privates who were drill instructors, however I do know a PFC who completed boot camp at MCRD San Diego in December of 1950 and served as a drill instructor from January to December of 1951. He then went on after that to finish ITR at Camp Pendleton. His name was Jimmy E. Howard and he was the sixth Marine to win the Medal of Honor (along with his third Purple Heart) in Viet Nam. He had already been awarded a silver star in Korea in 1952. At that time Staff Sergeant (later Gunnery Sergeant) J. E. Howard was a platoon sergeant with C company, 1st Force Recon Battalion at Chu Lai, RVN. In June of 1966 his 18 man squad was attacked by a significantly superior VC force southwest of Chu Lai. I remember the flare ships lighting up that area that night and thinking something hot was going on. In July or August Sergeant Howard flew home to receive the Congressional Medal of Honor from President Johnson. Just before he flew home, he came up the hill to the MARS station at Chu Lai (N0EFD) to make a call home to his wife to let her know he was headed home. I remember talking to him outside the radio van we used for running phone patches and he said to me, "Will, I'm flying home tomorrow." I said, "Why are you going home early?" He said, "The President is going to present me with the Medal of Honor." I think I said something like, "That's nice." I never was too good at ostentatious occasions. Sure enough the president did present him with the MOH in August at the White House and his picture was in the papers. I liked SSGT Jimmy Howard because he was a quiet man who seemed to be interested in his mens welfare. There are two members of his recon squad from that night in June 1966, who live in Tulsa and Coweta and they went down to the commissioning of the USS James E. Howard named after him last summer. Perhaps his stint as a PFC drill instructor as a raw recruit in 1951 was indicative of his quality as a man and a Marine. Check out his MOH commendation on one of the MOH sites. Will Dunn Tulsa, OK PFC/LCPL, K Battery, 4th Bn, 11th Marines Corporal, N0EFD, Hq Co, Hq Bn, 1st Mar Div Chu Lai RVN


Sgt Grit.... In response to the unending questions of 'How did we do it back then?' .... In 1965 thru 1969: Qualification was as follows: 200 yard line - 10 rounds - off-hand - slow fire and 10 rounds - Rapid fire - Sitting. 300 yard line - 10 rounds (5 kneeling/5 sitting) and 10 rounds - Rapid fire - Prone. 500 yard line - 10 rounds - Prone - slow fire. That's a total of 50 rounds - 5 pts. for a bull... Perfect score = 250. God bless the Corps... Semper Fi to all my brothers. SSgt C. M. Abrams ('Abe') 8th&I - 66/67 - The Nam - 68/69


I only have one question in reference to the below sea story from the Intel Gunny. VMGR 352 is a C130 squadron, which only had Flight Equipment personnel assigned then and present, not any seat mechs. Second, C130's do not have any Martin Baker products(Ejection Seats) past present and future models. Third, what "cartridge" is the author referring to? Just a friendly note. Bob H. GySgt USMC(RET) VMO-1,VMFA-212,232,235,451,122,533


Plt 294 Aug 31st 1951 drill instructors Sgt J.T. Farmer Pfc G.J. Kreusling Cpl P.J .Marovich chief drill instructor even thro Sgt Farmer was a Korean Vet so we had Cpls as head drill instructors and Pfcs as assistants. Jack Moriarty Ptl 294 51-54 ............................ HI GRIT JUST GOT THROUGH WITH YOUR NEWS LETTER. REFERENCE GERALD F. MERNA, 1ST LT. (RET) LETTER STATING HE HAD A PRIVATE AS A DRILL INSTRUCTOR. WE TOO (PLT 43 MCRD 1945) HAD A PVT. C. M. COOK FOR A DRILL INSTRUCTOR. I HAVE NO PARTICULARS ON THIS MATTER BUT THOUGHT IT NOT TO UNCOMMON. SEMPER FI JIM CRANDALL, CPL 1945 1950 ........................... My boot camp picture shows PFC G. P. LUND, II; as one of my four D.I. 's. Plt 2-38, MCRD, S. D. 1950. One CPL, E-3, 1 SGT, E4, and one SSGT, E5 Brad Robinson ........................... Sarge, maybe it's time you explained to Lt. Merna about D./I. sergeants who sometimes made Cpl. or PFC in the old days. We had a 22 yr. vet at Sea School in Portsmith, Va. who had snaps on his stripes because he got tired of sewing every few months. P. Trainor, Cpl.62-68 ......................... Gerald F. Merna, 1stLt., USMC (Ret.) (23 May Newsletter - As A Private) basically asked how could a Private be a Drill Instructor? The answer may be the Drill Instructor probably was something else and became a Private through unfortunate circumstances. Every once in awhile, somebody makes us take a step or two backwards so we can catch our breath and clear our heads and try again. This is just one suggestion of what probably happened that enabled you and your platoon to have the honors of having your very own "Private DI". Semper Fidelis Bob Hauser 68-70 LCpl USMC


I disagree with RRTalbot (60-64) who says "Always a MARINE from Induction on till the big CO says that's it". I was an active duty state-side enlisted Marine and my father retired as a Colonel USMCR in 1975. On the day he was buried in 1988, I made a trip back out to the cemetery late in the day. As I was leaving, I stood at the position of attention at the bottom of his grave and saluted one last time...just as I did the first time I saw him after my boot camp graduation at PI. He was still a Marine that day as today...and so am I. It NEVER stops. Susan LaBoon Hendrickson SGT, USMC, 1968-73


Sgt Grit, I have been an avid reader of your newsletter for the last year or so now and have been printing out the newsletter for my Grandfather who does not have internet access. He was laid to rest on Saturday after 80 years on this Earth. He was a WWII Marine, served with honor (two purple hearts, 2 bronze stars and a slew of other medals). He was the reason I chose to join the Marines, because even though he had not worn the uniform in years he still carried himself with the pride and dignity that comes from earning the right to wear The Eagle Globe and Anchor. Burial Honors were rendered by the Marine Corps League and Order of the Purple heart. I was proud to stand at attention and watch his friends who had sacrificed so much in their life lay to rest a fallen brother. It seems strange to realize that events that this younger generation or Marine revere as history were experienced first hand by these Hard Chargers. I was further touched by the showing of Marines in the audience. Some of these Devil Dogs had only met my Grandfather once or twice at the local Marine Corps Ball, but still they were on hand to pay their respects to a fellow Marine. My family all commented that they were impressed by Marines loyalty to one another. Truly "Every Marine is your brother". The Hat that My Grandfather was buried in which he has worn every day since he got it, came from your catalog, and while it may not seem like much to some, it was a beacon, a banner, a symbol of his undying pride and loyalty to this great country and the United States Marine Corps. I don't know if you will have room, but if you are so inclined, I would like to submit a poem that I found and had read at his memorial. I took some creative liberties with it, and since the author is unknown, I cannot give respect where it is due. FINAL INSPECTION

The Marine Stood and faced his God
which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as brightly as his brass.


The Marine squared his shoulders and said,
No Lord, I guess I guess I ain't
'Cause those of us who are called Marine
Can't always be a saint.

I've worked a lot of Sundays,
And at times my talk was rough,
And sometimes I've been violent
Because the times were often tough.

But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills were much too steep.

I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here,
They never wanted a Marine Around
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod,
As the Marine waited quietly,
For the Judgment of his God.


In Memory of Sgt. E. E. "Tommy-Gun" Thomas Respectfully Submitted, Cpl. D. Cogdill


Hey Sarge, For the Sarge asking about when Ooorah started, tell him it's not oorah but Aarugha. It's more like the sound of a submarine klaxon. The early recon fellows, forerunners of today's Force Recon, adopted it from the sound of a sub's klaxon when it [submarine] was submerging. It has been around since as early as the late 40's or early 50's. Unfortunately, today's Marines have evolved it to sound more like the Army's Hoorah than when first shouted by earlier Marines. I was in the Corps during the mid 70's and believe me, during Boot Camp if we didn't say it the right way, we paid dearly. Semper Fidelis, Don Holguin Cpl. USMC


Sgt. Grit, today I read a letter published on your website written by Martin E. Shapiro, 1stBn, 9th Mar RVN 1965. That name brings to mind our Doctor of H&S,. 10, 2ndMarDiv after the Saipan campaign during World War II was a Dr. Shapiro and I wonder if there was a relationship. My name appeared on the bulletin board to report to Dr. Shapiro for medical exam. At that time I had 27 months duty in the South Pacific during World War II. The humidity was terrible on that island and every one had prickly heat. After the examination Dr. Shapiro said, "Sgt. CARR you have some sort of breaking out over most of your body and you will have to stay on the island until it clears up." I said, "Dr. Shapiro that is prickly heat and it will never clear up on this island." Dr. Shapiro, grinned, slapped me on the shoulder and said, "Sgt get your ass out of here you are going Stateside tomorrow and good luck." Later I thought, I have had good luck for 27 months. Robert J. CARR, H&S, 10th,2nd Mar Div


Just a short note to Mr. John Robertson about the 212 way to be a member of the Army. Actually the add says "the 212 ways to be an Army of "ONE" What the ---- does that mean. I would like to have my TEAM with me when it hits the fan. Whether it is a Fire team, a Squad, a Platoon, a company, a Battalion, a Regiment, a Division. I know there have been times when the action of ONE PERSON has saved the lives of many, but most of the time it is TEAM work and nothing less that accomplishes the job at hand. If we depended on one person or A "MARINE CORPS OF ONE" Our collective rear ends would have been KICKED from Afghanistan all the way back to Tun Tavern. In closing I would like to say that I hope all had a VERY PEACEFUL Memorial DAY. I know a lot of us have lost Our "BROTHERS" and we will remember both the GOOD times and SAD times. By the way I went into the CORPS in January of 1962 serial #1990069 Got out in 66. 62/64 with 2/8 at LeJuene, 1st at Iwakuni, Japan From Nov. 64 till May 9, 65 then Nam '65' 1st MAW MWHG-1 H&HS-1 DaNang May 10, '65'/ Jan. 3,'65' the only name I can remember is a MARINE Corporal by the name of Green or Greene Pete McCaffrey USMC 1962-66 NAM-65 "FOR THOSE WHO FOUGHT FOR IT, FREEDOM HAS A FLAVOR THE PROTECTED SHALL NEVER KNOW" Welcome Home My Brothers & Sisters ..................................... Sgt Grit The Corps of one....Team!!!!!! (so if the army is pushing for individualism can recruits request a hair style more to their taste's? just curious) Kick a** Marines Semper Fi Sgt T. Gnade 1993-Present


Sgt. Grit, Thank you for your newsletter; I enjoy every one of them. I was with 1st Shore Party Bn in 1966-67 and, when I returned from Chu Lai in 1967, I was assigned to MAG-33 at MCAS El Toro. I was thankful to be back in southern California, and spent much of my off-time exploring everything within driving distance. While camping in the Anza-Borrego Desert one evening, a buddy (I'll call him "Mike") and I set up some balloons and enjoyed some target practice. I used a trusted personal .45ACP. My buddy relied on a recently purchased Browning 9mm Hi-Power. We built a small campfire with wood we brought with us, and prepared to sack out in our sleeping bags. Visibility was unlimited and it was as quiet as a chapel out there. I was already in my bag and nodding off when my buddy climbed into his bag. I heard him shout in surprise, leap out of the bag, and he emptied a 13-round magazine from his 9mm into the bag! I was unable to bail out of my bag as quickly as I wanted, so I rolled away to avoid any ricochets, racked the slide on my .45 and tried to understand why he was firing. The area lit up like a flashbulb with every shot he fired, and he was obviously shooting at his sleeping bag. I shouted, "What's going on?" With the bark of his 9mm ringing in my ears, I could barely hear his answer, "Rattlesnake!" He emptied one magazine and was reaching for another when I called for a cease-fire and, using a small flashlight, we moved cautiously to examine the bag, which was badly modified. We found nothing. I shrugged and told him the bag was empty. Was he sure it was a snake? He was insulted by the question, "Damned city boy! I know a snake when I hear it! It must have got out and crept away." There was no trace on the ground, though our footprints were clearly obvious and there was no wind to disturb any impressions. I didn't hear anything before he started firing. He shook his head disgustedly and said, "It's a snake, you fool. They crawl, they don't gallop! What'd you expect to hear? Footsteps?" No, I meant I didn't hear the rattle. "Cause you're too far away. It was right next to me. You can bet I heard it!" Well, we'd take another look in the morning. He decided the bag was a "snake magnet", so he opted to sleep in the cab of the pick-up truck. As the sun rose, we could see his expended brass and the impressions it made as it bounced on the ground, and our footprints were sharply visible, but nothing indicating in any direction indicating a snake had crawled on the sandy soil. He described the event in detail, how his left leg made contact with the cold-blooded critter when he slid into bag, the rattle, and swore that only his lightning reflexes made the difference. I noticed the bag's zipper was on the left and wondered if perhaps his leg had touched the zipper. "I know the difference between a zipper and a snake, dammit! That critter was crawlin' and rattlin' and if I'd have had as much lead in my butt as you, I'd be dead or in a misery by now!" Still, closer examination of the inexpensive sleeping bad showed no trace that a snake had been wounded in it, and the zipper wasn't covered on the inside, which would permit contact with the skin. Logic prevails, and it was a long drive back to the barracks, so there was time to generate a little humor over the "Desert Zippersnake", and the lightning-fast reflexes that destroyed a sleeping bag. He challenged, "Oh yeah? What about the rattle?" I figured it was his knees knocking together, or possibly his family jewels vibrating at high frequency, but there was no trace of a rattler. Oh, the rest of the guys in the barracks were going to enjoy hearing about this one! He swore me to secrecy, and I knew our friendship depended on it, so I suppressed a chuckle when he described his harrowing experience in detail in the weeks and months ahead. The story improved with every beer in the NCO Club. I know there's an old jarhead out there (who also enjoys your newsletters) and I believe he'll clearly recall his narrow escape from the infamous Desert Zippersnake. I'd guess there are others who've heard of it, and maybe this will bring a smile to their faces too. They're a rare species, because I've only heard of one and didn't even have a chance to see that one. For "Mike" and dozens of other buddies with whom I shared that time of life and that lasting sense of fraternity in good times and not-so-good times, I give thanks for the Marine Corps, for the paths that crossed and have since diverged to every corner of the nation, and for the countless memories I've been permitted to enjoy over the years. May God bless my country and my Corps. I am lastingly grateful this Memorial Day for those who have served, who continue to serve, and those who've gone on to pass in review before Almighty God. Semper Fidelis. Ed Palumbo 2030368 1964-1968 and every year thereafter


Attention on Deck Marines and Friends. I'm sorry to inform you all that a Marine Corps Legand has passed away. MGySgt. Sir John Marjanov has passed away 24 May 2002 and reported to Chesty for duty at the pearly gates. I had the proud distinction to knowing Sir John as he was called at Pickle Meadows Marine Corps Mountain Trg Ctr. I worked close to Sir John when my unit in 79 or 80 rebuilt all the roads at the training center and I can say that he was a colorful figure. Below is his accolade: Subject: Taps for Master Gunnery Sergeant John Marjanov, USMC Master Gunnery Sergeant John NMN Marjanov enlisted in the United States Marine Corps on January 16, 1941 and went to Parris Island, SC for basic training. He was assigned to 5th Marine regiment at Quantico, VA. He volunteered for the newly formed 1st Raider Battalion. Upon acceptance to the Raiders he was sent to Navy Parachute School at Lakebust, NJ; Commando School in Scotland; and Airborne training at the Army's base at Fort Benning, GA. While he served with the Raiders in the Pacific Theatre, he participated and distinguished himself in campaign on Guadalcanal, New Britain, New Guinea and other classified missions. He took part in the Pelelieu landings with 1st Battalion, 1st Marines, in Leyte with 2nd Battalion, 10th Marines, the invasion of Iwo Jima with the 2nd Battalion, 26th Marines, and the victory in Okinawa with the 2nd Battalion, 1st Marines. Toward the end of the Pacific Campaign he participated in the classified operations of mopping up Japanese war criminals in China, during which he was part of the capturing of General Yamashita. After the war, Master Gunnery Sergeant was involved in the protection of American and British interest in northern China against Chinese Communist guerrillas until he was transferred to Camp Lejuene, North Carolina. When hostilities in Korea erupted, Master Gunnery Sergeant Marjanov was assigned to the 1st Marine Brigade in Korea. While there, he participated in the defense of the Pusan Perimeter, the amphibious invasion of Inchon, and the Chosin Reservoir campaign. Because of his actions at the "Frozen Chosin", Master Gunnery Sergeant Majanov was knighted by the Queen of England and awarded the Victorian Cross the Order of the British Empire, 1st Order; Britain's equivalent to our Medal of Honor. He was returned to the United States for a short time when he was assigned back to Korea and was there for operations "Punchbowl", "Unigok", "Bunker Hill", "Hook", "Reno", and "Boulder City". During the Vietnam conflict, Master Gunnery Sergeant Marjanov served with the 1st, 3rd, and 5th Marine Divisions. While on active duty, Master Gunnery Sergeant served at MCMWTC, Pickle Meadows on five separate tours. On 30 September 1974, Master Gunnery Sergeant Marjanov retired from active duty with thirty-three and one half years of service. Master Gunnery Sergeant Marjanov's decorations include the Silver Star (two awards); Bronze Star with Combat "V" (two awards); the Purple Heart (eight awards); Victoria Cross; the Order of the British Empire; 1st Order; Vietnamese Cross of Gallantry (Corps Level); the Navy and Marine Corps Medal; and the Combat Action Ribbon. He passed on to his eternal home in the morning hours of 24 May, 2002 at Pickle Meadows with Sailors, Marines, and one of his former Commanding Officers at his bedside. Semper Fidelis Chaplain Andrew Peter Sholtes Marine Corps Mountain Warfare Training Center


Sgt Grit and Staff: I have been indoctrinating my nearly four year old Granddaughter, Chelsie, to the Marine Corps. Well, her Mom and Grandmother took Chelsie shopping yesterday and had lunch at a Chinese place and three Marine Recruiters, two in Dress Blues and one in casual clothes with a Marine T-shirt were paying to leave just ahead of them and Chelsie got all excited, jumping up and down and was making a fuss telling her Mom that "they are MARINES, Mommy! Hey, THEY ARE MARINES." Mommy was getting embarrassed and trying to pay and quiet her down. The Marines got a kick out of that and went out. Grandma followed them and asked them to wait a minute and ask her to show them her ear rings (from Sgt Grit). She proudly showed them both off. One asked if she knew what they were and she told them right off: "Marine Corps Emblems!" They really were impressed and pleased with that. Grandma explained the her Grandpa was: "Not as Mean, not as Lean, but still a MARINE!" (She loves that bumper sticker I got and put on the truck and has had a LOT of comments about it, especially from Marines) and she was getting a Woman Marine umbrella in the mail in a few days (Ordered from Woman Marine Association). Lorie told them that every time she sends her over to me with a nice shirt or blouse there is a good chance it will come back with the Eagle, Globe and Anchor stamped on it (Just received my partial order for those, too). Chelsie put her hand over her heart and patted it and said "Right on my heart, too!" They really broke up about that. What a great day for a Marine. Thanks again, Buck


In the summer of 1962 I was the NCOIC of the mobile sound platoon at base electronics at Quantico, VA. We were equipped with mobile public address systems mounted on M38-A1 jeeps and were used for any field lecture or exercise that required a PA system. Each summer we assisted in the training of college Marine ROTC candidates. That year we were asked to participate in their "3 Day War" as an arm of Psychological Warfare. We used our PA system to harass The ROTC's (pronounced rotsees) with all night broadcasts concerning the status of their love life, mental competency, etc. We learned that there was one rotsee so unlucky that if there was a creek, puddle or any other body of water nearby he was sure to fall into it. We were kept abreast of each incident and would loudly broadcast it. Fast forward to the fall of 1963 to the transit barracks at Camp Pendleton where we awaited shipment to OKINAWA. I was Sgt. of the Guard and sitting around with the Officer of the Day and some other NCO's relating this story when the OD stood up and said "You're the @#$%^&*. I'm that rotsee. Because of you I straightened up and graduated as Honor Man and received the Officer's Sword". S/SGT. J. R. Lape 1957-1969


Sgt. Grit. Somebody was talking about how the Marines get the last stuff available for comfort. I was a PFC at the "Coconut Grove" on Guadalcanal (after it was secured). Well, I was in the PX one day and this Marine came in and bought some WHITE shoe laces. There was nothing much else there so he just wanted to buy something. Later we could go a mile or so to the Army post and buy cokes and ice-cream. SSG H Dan Yeats retired


Sgt. Grit, In reference to the following letter from 'TOP', I CAN ONLY AGREE, IN THE STRONGEST WORDS POSSIBLE. An 'EGA' is that little valve that goes in you car to combat the SMOG. IT SHOULD NEVER, NEVER, EVER BE USED TO REFER TO THE 'MOST GLORIOUS SYMBOL' on God's Green Earth. "The Eagle, Globe & Anchor! ! !" Semper Fi, Forever ! ! ! Thank you, Otto Austin Strampfer III, CPL (E4), 1663978 (1957-1963) ........................ I have seen several letters and messages over the past year or so mentioning the Eagle, Globe and Anchor and EGA, neither faction is right, it is the Marine Corps emblem -- end of problem! This emblem does not enjoy a 226 year history which some have implied, it was adopted in 1868. Prior to that, there were numerous emblems and one of the earliest, a simple fouled anchor was used in 1776. The oldest emblem in use on the Marine uniform are the buttons, adopted in 1804. The only change made since has been replacing six pointed stars with five pointed ones. The eagle depicted on the emblem, it is not the North American bald eagle, but the crested eagle. Doyle Sanders GySgt. USMC (ret.) 0849/1811/4312


I've played a lot of roles in life;
I've met a lot of men,
I've done a lot of things I'd like to think
I wouldn't do again.
And though I'm young, I'm old enough
To know someday I'll die.
And to think about what lies beyond,
Beside whom I would lie.

Perhaps it doesn't matter much;
Still if I had my choice,
I'd want a grave 'mongst Marines when
At last death quells my voice.
I'm sick of the hypocrisy
Of lectures of the wise.
I'll take the man, with all the flaws,
Who goes, though scared, and dies.

The Marines I knew were commonplace
They didn't want the war;
They fought because their fathers and
Their fathers had before.
They cursed and killed and wept...
God knows they're easy to deride...
But bury me with men like these;
They faced the guns and died;

It's funny when you think of it,
The way we got along.
We'd come from different worlds
To live in one where no one belongs,
I didn't even like them all;
I'm sure they'd all agree.
Yet I would give my life for them,
I know some did for me.

So bury me with Marines, please,
Though much maligned they be.
Yes, bury me with Marines, for
I miss their company.
We'll not soon see their likes again;
We've had our fill of war.
But bury me with men like them
Till someone else does more.

[author unknown] Modified by: Norm Urban Capt. USMC Pilot, HMM-163 Viet Nam '65-'66


For the poetry buffs. Memorial Day.. Submitted by: Your Webfooted Friend, Sgt. Duck / El Pato / Patito Fred Sr ........... "It is better by noble boldness to run the risk of being subject to half the evils we anticipate than to remain in cowardly listlessness for fear of what might happen." --Herodotus .......... "Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive." --C.S. Lewis .......... "America is the greatest, freest and most decent society in existence. It is an oasis of goodness in a desert of cynicism and barbarism. This country, once an experiment unique in the world, is now the last best hope for the world." --Thomas Sowell ..........

God Bless America!!
Semper fi!!
Sgt Grit

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