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Sgt Grit American Courage Newsletter #48

"God did bless America, he gave us Marines!"

Terri Church
DevilDogMom of Cpl Nelson, USMC


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Happy 4th of July AMERICA!!!!

Pledge of Allegiance

"I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG
OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
AND TO THE REPUBLIC FOR WHICH IT STANDS,
ONE NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE
WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL."


"Isn't our choice really not one of left or right, but of up or down? Down through the welfare state to statism, to more and more government largesse accompanied always by more government authority, less individual liberty, and ultimately, totalitarianism, always advanced as for our own good. The alternative is the dream conceived by our Founding Fathers, up to the ultimate in individual freedom consistent with an orderly society. We don't celebrate dependence day on the Fourth of July. We celebrate Independence Day."

--Ronald Reagan (1984)


As the mother of a Marine, who is presently in Kuwait, I want to thank the drill sergeants who taught him so well at Parris Island. The fact he went through this training made it a little easier for me to sleep at night because I knew he was taught by the best and was fighting with the best.

proud mom of Cpl. David J. Prusky


Speaking of C's. I have tried to explain to family and friends what they contained. From units packed in 1943 we had the good fortune to be eating them in the early 60's. How anyone could use the round hunk of brown called peanut butter for anything but throwing I have great esteem. The wonderful cigarettes with the little brown spots were a real killer also. I gave one to my girl when she wanted to learn to smoke in''63 and after one drag she swore off trying-to learn. That has lasted for 40 years. Guess I did a good thing. Anyway at the top of the list was the franks and beans with non other than ham and lima beans at the bottom. The ham we always saved for the officers. My first sgt. had the right idea about the toilet paper,one for up one for down and one to shine, because there were only about three sheets in those little rolls. What we would have given for the gourmet meals that are called MRE's. Chow down Marines it is another banquet.

Semper Fi P. Trainor Cpl. 62-68


Sgt. Grit,
As a Vietnam combat Infantry-man with M/3/3 in 1965, I was not a "HERO" for serving my Country, but am only a "VETERAN" and very proud of it.

The word "HERO" is being used to describe Jessica Lynch, the female soldier caught up in the Iraqi war, but a hero she is not. I take my hat off to Jessica and her courage to serve her Country.......BUT.......why is not the name of USMC Sgt. Kirk Straseskie not being mentioned a "HERO" in the press like this young lady is ???

Unfortunately, 23 year old Marine Sgt. Kirk Straseskie from Beaver Dam, Wis. drown in a Iraqi river "trying" to save the lives of 4 fellow Marines who's helicopter crashed in the same river !! Without hesitation, this young Marine attempted to save his "brothers" from drowning, but unfortunately, he himself died in the attempt.

Kirk is the perfect example of what a "HERO" is and to place that label in front of each and every soldier, sailor, airman and Marine serving in Iraq is just not what the word "HERO" means. Granted, I am so very proud of each and every man and woman serving in the Iraqi Theater, but when serving your Country, such as over 3 million men and women did during the war in Vietnam, not each is a "HERO", but more appropriately, should be called a..............."PATRIOT" !!!

Our sons and daughters who are serving in the military today are the best of the best and I pray for their safe return home but let us not forgot "Those" individuals that went above and beyond the call of duty and should be place in the category of "HERO" !!!!!

Semper Fi,
Nick Wiltse
USMC 1964-1968


Dear Sgt. Grit, Today at 0800 hrs our son called us and we had a great conversation. I am still questioning why it takes so very long to get a package to our son. All of our troops are in need of someone to take a "size 12 boot" up to the hind parts of those who cannot get it together in delivering those much need letters & cards & packages from home. It isn't fare. It has taken a minimum of 20 days to 30 days to get one package to him. This is unacceptable. I haven't forgotten that many troops are "to here and back" during the first few months. Now that they are is winding down (?), there should be major improvements to the delivery service. But not yet.. then they get three at once. That is cool of course. It isn't the point. What can a family do? This is a great web site. Thanks for getting this up and running. Thanks to all the staff too! Semper Fi! ( I'm just a want - to - be - Marine) Our son is the MAN! Like all of our troops are.

Rich Lohr.


All Hands:

This is from Gunny Jim Gregory. His note that "It's not the Old Corps" is a footnote on the New Corps.

I have two friends on the Kearsarge who, when they get to Gettysburg, will be made very welcome.

Thanks and Semper Fi, Gunny,
Seamus


Ladies And Gentleman Marines.

Perk Up Your Devil Dog Ears!
The Battle Moves Forward!

Faith On The Battlefield: At The Front.
Continued from American Courage Newsletter #47.

Those wounded in the battle also praised GOD for His Faithfulness.

Marine SSgt. James Roberts, 32, was standing about four feet away from an Rocket Propelled Grenade Launcher when it exploded. On his hands and knees, SSgt. Roberts saw other Marines laying on the ground, then a young Marine ran by screaming and holding his broken arm. "James was yelling, 'Corpsman!' James still didn't realize he was hurt," said the Brave SSgt's Wife, Tara. The couple attend Calvary Chapel Jacksonville in North Carolina. " When they came and pushed him on his back, James realized he was bleeding, and that he was hurt bad." The blast damaged several internal organs, and frags from exploded material were embedded in Hero Marine James Roberts body like bullets. " In a four hour surgery, they removed his colon, his liver, and his gall bladder," The Hero's Marine Wife said. They took frag from his right leg, his right arm...and his chest."

After a battle with pneumonia and abscesses from the wounds, Marine SSgt Roberts was back in the states. "His color was improved, his eyes looked better," Tara said after a visit in May. "He's got a long road to recovery ahead of him, but we can get through it." Citing part of Psalm 27:1-3, Tara Roberts said "'The Lord is my light and my salvation, of whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life, of whom shall I be afraid?' We have nothing to fear if GOD is on our side. Fear is just a tool of the enemy to drag us back from all GOD wants us to be." Something the Marine Wife learned from the incident, Tara said, is "What a very personal Love GOD has for each and everyone of us."

To be continued in the next Star Spangled Issue of American Courage Newsletter if accepted by our Gracious Sgt Grrrrrit.

Brother and Sister Marines: Please PRAY HARD for our Brave Troops around the Globe. There are So Many out there, doing every type of job to keep our Freedoms in place and bring New Freedoms to others who have never known the Glory of American Freedom. They Truly Need Your Best Prayers, Now.

"All Give Some. Some Give All."

This story was adapted from Calvary Chapel Magazine. Issue 15. Spring 2003 Written by Christmas McGaughey. Edited by Pastor Mark N. Johnston. USMC VET. Viet Nam Era 1973-1976. Semper Fi! Oorah! Gung Ho! GOD! Country! Corps! GOD BLESS OUR BRAVE WARRIORS!


Dear Sgt. Grit: I really enjoy reading your newsletters and how we all feel about our Marines now and in the past. I am a Proud mother of a First Lt. Marine who actually did not serve in Iraq, however, I know that if he were to be called on to go he would have gone with Pride as he told me years ago that he is ready to serve for our freedom. He always knew my fears, but advised me that he understands how I feel, but can not live my fears. He married a Marine 7 years ago and they are both planning on becoming JAG attorneys after they pass their Bar exams next month.

Semper Fi
A Proud Mother of 2 Marines


My Marine son returned yesterday from serving in Operation Iragi Freedom. It was wonderful. Balloons, posters, banners, flags, High school band... the works. Although it would have been wonderful just seeing him alive without the fanfare, I appreciate all the preparation by the key volunteers and the Marine League.

BUT, there was one thing that really bothered me. You would think that given the background of these people they would have more respect for Old Glory. People had dropped flags on the ground (children most likely) but people walked right past them and left them there. My Dad would roll over in his grave if he had seen the disrespect shown. Where can I find something I could print out as an info leaflet about the flag and it's care, and do I have to get permission to share these at our next family day event? I thought you guys would know the rules better than some civilian. I didn't want to say anything negative yesterday, as I was soooo glad to have my son home. But the first flag I saw on the ground I thought of my Dad and what he had taught me. Obviously I picked them up.

Thanks for your time And All you do! I love your newsletter by the way.
Terri Church DevilDogMom of Cpl Nelson, USMC God did bless America, he gave us the Marines!


This is in response to Cpl. Stephen M. Stephens inquiry about the Young Marines Program, as well as for any of you who may be interested in this outstanding program for the youth in your family. You may visit the National Website at: http://www.theyoungmarines.org there you will be able to find all the information about this program, as well as find a unit in your area. The Young Marines is for youth ages 8 to high school, and is not only in the United States, but abroad as well. Each unit is run by active, retired, reserve or veteran Marines. We teach honor, courage, commitment, military customs, courtesy and history, close order drill, first aid, field/camping/survival, leadership, PT, community service, etc. Check out the site, I think you Marines will love it!

My husband has been the Assistant XO with our Young Marine unit for several months now, and it is an absolute pleasure for both of us to lead these wonderful boys and girls in such a great program.

SEMPER FI,
Jennifer Talton,
Adjutant Paymaster - Milton Lewis Young Marines, Gainesville, FL and proud wife of a US Marine!


Sgt. Grit:
My name is Marc Stramer, currently located in Wichita, KS. I was in the Marine Corps for only two years, December 1995 to December 1997, was discharged early due to a knee injury that I previously had surgery on before I enlisted. I didn't want to go to the Medical Review Board, because I knew they wouldn't let me prove to them that I could still perform my duties. I can kinda see why they wouldn't let me stay, you have to be 100% at all times. I knew that I could still perform my job as a Huey/Cobra Flight Line Mechanic and Plane Captain....but their biggest fear was how would my knee hold up under fire. What would happen if I was sent to the front line to give the ground side Marines a breather out of their positions, that was their major concern. I always felt like I was "cheated," I wasn't given a fair chance.

Even worse, I've gotten a lot of flack from people that are against what we did in the Middle East....they saw my dog-tags and Marine Corps license plate on the front of my truck and just start to lay in on me. It makes me wonder how and why people think like that. I had the courage to put my name on a line, defend the freedom that our brothers and sisters gave their lives for, so that everybody else in this country can enjoy and take it for granted. Made me sick to my stomach.

But the other day, I ran into a Vietnam Vet at the gas station. He came up to me and said that he saw the veteran's license plate on my truck and was curious about what I served, etc. I told him my story, and he said, "Son, you're never discharged from the Marine Corps, even when you're 6 feet in the ground. You go to wherever your soul is headed to and regroup with all of the other Marines and keep the peace like you would do on Earth. When you get there, a tall glass of your favorite beer will be waiting for you....and you'll drink with your Marine brothers and sisters once again." That right there made me feel as proud as I was on my graduation day. I know now, more than ever, that I was a part of something that will never die. The job I had, and most of all, the people I served with in my helicopter squadron will be the finest people I will ever run across and can never be topped anywhere. I love what I did, and if I had the chance to do it over, I would do it without hesitation.

To all Marines, active or not....Semper Fi......for life.


Sincerely,
Cpl. Marc F. Stramer
HMLA-269, MAG-29, 2nd MAW
United States Marine Corps


"Serving My Country"

The attack on 9-11 pinched my nerve,
So I joined the Corps, I wanted to serve.
When the summer came, to Cali I went,
Not for vacation, but to hell was I sent.
Thirteen weeks of sweat and mud,
Looking through tears, ignoring the blood.
It seemed like forever, but the day finally came,
Visitors Thursday, I walked with no shame.
For ten day they sent me home to rest,
I walked so proud, being part of the best.
But too soon it was time to say goodbye,
Cause I was heading off to SOI.
It was totally different, a change by all means,
No recruit this, recruit that, cause we were all Marines.
I learned field navigation and to shoot a SAW,
By the time I left ITB, I knew it all.
I was ready for the fleet, I was ready to fight,
I got my order, in DC it said I'd be by night.
So now I'm here- all I do is drill,
While my brothers are fighting getting to kill.
I am an 0311, a grunt in infantry,
But for the next two years, here's where I'll be.
So I'll make the best of what I've got,
Sit back, watch the news, as the war gets fought.
I pray for my brothers, those at war.
Praying they come home, to see their families once more.
So to all my fellow Marines,
Semper Fi
You're making me proud here at 8th & I.

written 4-15-03
by William W. Rollins
Lcpl USMC
Marine Barrack, Washington DC


Happy Birthday "America" On the fourth of July we celebrate a birth, the one of our "Nation"... the most powerful on earth! Its beginning was fragile, and sometimes in doubt, but a desire for freedom, made it all come about!

The leaders in those early days, believed in themselves, and in each other's ways! Freedom had to be won, even if it meant fighting between father and son! To gain such a prize, took blood, sweat, and tears; and many painful wars, that lasted for years! The cost and the sacrifices can never be measured, but we as a people know they're all treasured! And during our history some pages were dark, they threatened our future, and tore us apart! But even in those times we gathered within, finding the strength to unite us again!

And as our young "Nation" grew without rest, explorers found trails, for settlers to go "West"! We've climbed the great mountains, and have explored the great seas, and have visited the Moon, almost at ease!

Our trips into space, with "Mankind" on board, is a far cry from Delaware, and that river once forged! We're made up of people, from all over the earth, which belong to this "Nation", by oath, or by birth!

We can worship our "God", in our own special way, and can speak out on issues, without any delay! Our system has faults and shortcomings too, but our "Uncle Sam's" birthday, is a fact that is true!

To paraphrase what a "Patriot" once said... That to live without liberty, he'd rather be dead! Happy Birthday! "America".

By, Bob Beskar 6-6-2003


Hey there Sgt Grit and everyone who enjoys your newsletter and Marine Corps Magazine!!!

Just wanted to pass along some well wishes to all of our fine military men and women! We are proud of you!!!

And wanted to send our appreciation to you Sgt Grit for your wonderful news letter! Keep them coming!!

Semper Fi
Cpl Jason Dufrene (USMC MAG39 MALS39 95-99)
and Family


8 June 2003

Semper Fi, Friends


If your organization publishes a newsletter,-please pass the following info to your members:

The Secretary of the State of Illinois is now offering vehicle license plates to all Illinois Marines and Marine Corps veterans. Since the Secretary's office needs 850 requests before they begin issuing the plates,-I have been trying to promote the program. The last time I checked they only had 250 requests. I imagine that there are hundreds of Marines that are not even aware of the program. A part of the license fee goes toward a Marine Corps Scholarship Fund.

For further details,-write to
Jesse White, Secretary of State
213 State Capitol
Springfield IL 62706
call (217)524-0581; visit the website http://www.cyberdriveillinois.com;
or e-mail Sheryl Glynn at SGlynn@ilsos.net

Attached is a page from the Secretary of the State of Illinois website. Thank you.

Wallace G Pfeifer
1110 Sheila Drive
Joliet IL 60435-3030
pfeiferw@attbi.co


Sgt. Grit

As a former Woman Marine there has never been a time that I have ever questioned the honoring of our beloved American Flag. This includes times at a meeting, convention, etc. Among the things that were taught to me and others was the forbidden territory between the membership and the American Flag during the previous mentioned events. The term given to me was "cutting the colors". Unfortunately two retired Air Force persons have challenged this practice. Following picking on the local librarian, a few veteran's organizations, and the internet, the documentation of this term has eluded me.

Hopefully someone in your vast readership can assist me in educating these two gentlemen properly. I joined the Corps because of my love for our country that enjoys the freedoms many beloved Marines gave the ultimate sacrifice for and I do not tolerate any disrespect for the flag we all served. Thanks to all who respond.

Semper Fi
Joyce Roethler
1959-1960


"Let the American youth never forget, that they possess a noble inheritance, bought by the toils, and sufferings, and blood of their ancestors; and capacity, if wisely improved, and faithfully guarded, of transmitting to their latest posterity all the substantial blessings of life, the peaceful enjoyment of liberty, property, religion, and independence."

--Justice Joseph Story


Dan Daly Parade Glen Cove, Long Island New York
DATE: Sunday, 10 August 2003, 1300 hrs at the firehouse
PLACE: Center of Town at the Dan Daly Memorial
TIME:1300

Dan Daly was born in Glen Cove. This is the first time a Parade in his honor is being done. Many Marine Corps League Detachments, Pipe and Drum Marching units, Hibernians, Leathernecks Motorcycle Club, and active Marine Corps units will be in attendance. The lead band is USMC Quantico.

Maybe we can't get a stamp but Glen Cove is one of the best towns to have a parade. They really turn out and cheer.

This is your chance, all veterans, all supporters; all Marines and Corpsman are welcome. Bring your old cars, trucks, bikes or whatever. Uniforms ok (nice clothing ok). Units or individuals are welcome and we will have a place for you. Join us afterward for free concert. Large parking lot for cars.

Contact Pete Roberto 516 377-4483 or Crunchusmc@aol.com


"The Declaration of Independence... [is the] declaratory charter of our rights, and the rights of man."

- --Thomas Jefferson


Dear Sarge, I just wanted to write and say "Thanks" for this newsletter! I started subscribing several years ago, when the first of my two sons left for Parris Island. Now, seven years later, I find it an invaluable source of support. I'm proud to say that both of my sons chose a noble path when they entered the Marine Corps. My oldest, Sgt. Kevin Kersey, has been serving with the 4th LAR Battalion in Iraq since February. I've been keeping a scrapbook for him since he left for the war. I had hoped his book would be completed by now, but since he is still there, it is still growing. Many of your articles, letters from fellow Marines, quotes, etc...have found their way into his book for him to read when he comes home. My youngest son, Cpl. Joshua Kersey, has been deployed overseas several times. Thankfully, he is now safely back on America soil serving at Camp Pendleton. Through the years, I have forwarded many of your letters to both of them for a good laugh, a good cry or whatever they needed at the moment. I just want you to know how much it means to a proud Mom of two fine Marines to be able to share this experience with others. I've heard it said many times before....the Corps is a family. And even though I've been separated geographically from my sons for the better part of the past seven years, your newsletter draws us all together. Keep up the good work....Semper Fi and God Bless!

Sincerely,
Sharon Kersey


"We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount.... The world has achieved brilliance without conscience. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants."

--General Omar Bradley


"The fundamental basis of this nation's laws was given to Moses on the Mount. The fundamental basis of our Bill of Rights comes from the teachings...of Isaiah and St. Paul. I don't think we emphasize that enough these days."

--Harry Truman


Good Evening Marines,

This past month has been most interesting. Friends coming back from Iraq (Marines); attending a "Warrior's Night" in honor of "Chesty" at "Puller Hall," and even having lunch/dinner and evenings for drinks, with various 1stSgt's, MSgts.,GySgts, SSgt's. and numerous "Enlisted" in your beloved "Corps'.

I have much to say about your "Corps," but will nail it down in just a few words. Never have I been so "honored" and "proud" to see the likes of you each. There is an "old saying." "The Streets Of Heaven Are Guarded By United States Marines" (your Hymn), but as the saying goes, that is because, "God does not trust anyone else!!!!!!

Each one of you make my life special. You make my "Country" special. And I fully realize that we are each special in America because of you. Also I realize that at times, America does "Not" say thank you for your service, the sacrifices of you and your fellow Marines and your "loved" ones have made, that you each have given during the years nor of your service today. Yet you each, stand tall and never let the winds of life sway you from your "honor and duty" to the "Corps," nor to our Nation.

Today, was so much like everyday. It was spent with "Chesty's" Marines. Yes, they were from all walks of life. They were "NCO's". I was most amazed at the quality of these individual Marines. They were "Chesty's Marines! You each are "Chesty's Marines! I know that he is most proud of you and he looks down daily and is so proud of what he see's in his beloved "Corps." He see's you!.

I realize that you each think that you do not do anything special, nor are a "special" Marine. Well, as usual you Marines are wrong. I get the opportunity to witness, and see Marines of all ages, 80 years old and 18 years old. I get to see "America's Finest." United States Marines! Your glorious history is of you and your fellow Marines!!

God Bless you all and wish to add a short "thank you" for what you have done and continue to do for my Country, the United States of America. God Bless you and yours.

God Bless your Marine Corps.
Semper Fi
Steve


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I recently found MarBks Yokosuka by going through Google Search Engine, typing Yokosuka and then found MarBks under one of the Navy / MarCorps areas. It is still there. Also found it in the phone book on this site. I was stationed there back in the early 60's as an MP and in the MarBks Drum and Bugle Corps.

Bill Rickrode Plt 208 PISC 1959


Sgt Grit,
Could you please post this request for any former members of HML-167 from 72-74 interested in a reunion please contact me at brian@fidelisassociates.com. Keep up the outstanding job

Semper Fi
Cpl Brian Howland 6114 Huey Crew Chief 70-74


Sarge: Just had to throw in my two cents on the C-rats. Never had the honor of having MRE's but I understand that they were a good bit better than C's overall. We used to cook up a pretty mean stew in our pisspots with the round beef patties and potatoes. Course everybody who knew better always had a bottle of hot sauce to spice (cover) things up. I still carry a STEEL P-38 on my key-ring and only a few people recognize it (All Marines). Everybody remember the spaghetti rising up out of the can like a zombie at midnight or the worst meal ever created ham and m-fers. Everybody would just about trade their mother for pound cake and peaches. We used to plug up with peanut butter and unplug with the round chocolate bars. Those Pall Mall's (packed in WWII) with the brown spots on them. AH Memories !!!

SSgt.Moore J.C. 2389599 '67-'77


Grit,
We are the closest lads/lassies around, we also tolerate others who THINK they are elite or esoteric or trained very well. Let's keep that always in our fore - for that is the difference between Marines and Branches. We are United States Marines. And yes, "The change IS forever". Or, at least until the big dirt nap!

GH&SF, Gart, Cpl E-4, 1918430, 1960-1964


Enjoyed the "c" ration stories and want to add mine. As a young platoon leader in the First Marines in the late fifties, I made a practice of trading for and picking up the fruit cakes. No one liked them. When Christmas came, I would paint the olive drab cans white, put Xmas stickers on them and mail them to my civilian friends and relatives who loved them--or at least they said they did! Of course they always sent me something much nicer.

Chuck Peters, Captain, USMCR forever.


The following are some discussions on the bulletin board recently. Sgt Grit

Okay, little history review.....

Remember when Saddam used gas on his own people? It was documented that they had over 1K tons worth of this stuff as reported by his own government. One of the big things that we as the United States and at first the rest of the world asked questions of the Iraq government then, when sanctions had been lodged against the Iraq government was

1) You claim to have all of this Gas...
a) How much do you have?
b) Where is it located?
c) When can we get our hands on it to destroy it?

2) Response from Iraq..."we have no weapons of mass destruction, we have no gas, we are a humble people that are bullied by the west."

3) When we first had investigators over there, they found the makings of a atomic fusion lab set up in the EXACT configuration as the one built back in the 1940's at Los Alamos (Yeah, okay it was a Mary Kay cosmetic plant)

4) They found the "Super Rail Gun" and destroyed that. (it was a milk delivery system with a loading breach)

5) Every time inspectors went to a site, they would be detained, lead astray and so forth for several hours and sometimes days, and as the trucks rolled out of the compound on one side, they were allowed to come in the other.

6) Whenever the west tried to put pressure on the Iraq government, we would get the sabre rattle prattle about the total destruction of our forces if we invaded.

Now correct me if I'm wrong lets break this down for the elementary mind....

You have a known thug/drug dealer in your neighborhood. The local constabulary keeps a mindful eye on them. They have a little inner turmoil and one of the cousins is found dead shot 16 times in the head, (Worst case of suicide yet, the liberals tell us). You can't prove they did it or get a warrant because you don't have enough probable cause.

Then he invades another neighbors house to burgle it. As you approach the neighbors house, he rips out all of the electric plugs, breaks all the water pipes and smashes the neighbors dogs head in and kills it. Mean while, as he deftly escapes he takes a few items that don't belong to him. The constabulary investigates, chases the thug out of the neighbors house and then the thug is sentenced to house arrest and has to pay back the neighbor and the community he lives in...say, oh, 200 hours of community work.

The thug puts in about 3 hours of work and says fvck it, I ain't doing this. The parole officer gets his a$$ kicked and told to never come back. This guy is a problem, you know he sells drugs, you know he won't hesitate to kill, steal and otherwise...you gotta take some action.

You tell the thug he has to bring out all his guns and drugs and surrender to the constabulary, he goes on the Orca Winfry show and cries out that he has no guns and has never dealt in drugs, he is a victim of the neighborhood and if he finds out who ratted him out he will shoot them. The adjacent neighbors start whistling and acting like he is the prime bestess neighbor ever. You smell a rat when you see one.

Meanwhile, he has poured a new concrete floor under his house and hidden all of the guns and drugs underneath it. It's a pretty good job. It's gonna take you awhile to uncover the place he buried them because the stupid pansy a$$ neighbors and a few people who don't even live in the neighborhood block the street with heavy equipment and legal documents to impeded your surge for justice. Also, his basement is 6000 square feet, there is going to be a ruckus doing this, as the thugs kids and wife will remain living in the house.

You get a BFS and bulldoze down the door, conk a few relatives on the head, chase the thug out of town (Maybe,he is probably hiding in the next door neighbors house). You start to search the house in the normal fashion, you look in the gun locker and other hiding places. You ask the thugs relatives where are the guns and drugs and they give you the old Air Force Salute "Shrugged Shoulders", "I dunno what you are talking about." is the standard response.

You are going to have to move a whole lot of equipment and man force to start digging up the floor in the basement. The people in another town scream foul just because. You try not to focus on why they are screaming and banging their heads on the floor of their own homes. As you start to tell the thugs family that a new family will be taking over of the house, the people who had been screaming foul and banging their heads, now want to be part of the process of choosing the new owner of the house and outright demand it as they waffle on any type of stance that can be thought up.

Then Orca Winfry and her ilk show up and ask to be part of the investigation. Orca, asks why you have not found the guns and drugs, you tell her she is standing on your hand and to please get off of it as it keeps you from doing the job. So Orca sits on your back with her insurmountable weight and hinders you further, all the while poking you in the eye and asking, "Have you found it?" every 5 seconds.

You'd really like to slap the cr@p out of Orca, but the ACLU backs her up 200% (whaaaat?) and they tie you up with a rope that they cut real short and then tie it off on the lamp post in the front yard. Then Orca and her ilk cry out, "Foul!!! Bad!!! Foul!!!" And the other neighbors forget what a crude the thug was and want you to explain yourself and also leave. You shake your head and really do consider bulldozing the rest of the neighborhood.

Kurt
...yes, I'm crazy, but it's kept me from going insane all of these years....


To Shirley D,
If you believe President Bush lied about Iraq having weapons of mass destruction, then you must also believe that both Bill Clinton and the United Nations lied as well - right? Because they have both stated that Iraq has WMDs without hesitation. The UN just didn't think we should go to war over it. We disagreed. The result? We took out a lunatic and freed a people.

I swear people never cease to amaze me. They have had more than a decade to hide these weapons, yet we are expected to restore order, help the Iraqi people set up a new government, and find these weapons all in a couple of months. Nice to know you have such reasonable expectations. After all, if we can't find these weapons that they have had a decade to hide - in a country larger than California - in just two months, the President MUST be lying, even though the largest organization of governments in the world agrees with him. Geez.

Semper Fi, Bill


"A judicial activist is a judge who interprets the Constitution to mean what it would have said if he, instead of the Founding Fathers, had written it."

--Sen. Sam Ervin


FIRE WORKS.....TAKE TIME TO HAVE SOME FUN
DAN

http://www.maylin.net/Fireworks.html


"With politicians horning in, our comedian business is overcrowded."

--Will Rogers


For the past several months the Sergeant Major of the Army has been speaking to groups about his visits to Walter Reed Army Medical Center and other military hospitals to see soldiers injured in Afghanistan and Iraq. The story involves the SMA and a visit by the President of the United States. The SMA and the President have never visited soldiers at the hospital together. The SMA's story of President Bush's visit to one particular soldier was relayed to him by one of the Special Forces soldiers in the hospital that day.

On one visit he spoke to a young special forces soldier who lost his hand in an accident involving a rocket-propelled grenade launcher. As he was leaving, the soldier stuck his limb to the SMA and SMA Tilley gingerly shook the bandages to not injure him further. He presented him a coin and said "God Bless You."

The same soldier was visited several days later by the President, who was awarding medals to many of the wounded soldiers. The soldier stuck his limb up to the President as he was leaving, and President Bush cupped his limb with both hands and said "God Bless You." He then knelt down and kissed him on the forehead.

The story that is spreading around the internet is a well-woven embellishment of the SMA's story.

MSG Richard Puckett
Public Affairs Advisor to the Sergeant Major of the Army
Office of the Sergeant Major of the Army


Sarge,
Just have to vent. I just read a head line that the US has just ok'd a $25M bounty for information leading to the capture of or confirmation of Hussein's were a bouts or death, and $15M for each of his son's. That's $55M for what? Forgive me, I can not support that kind of spending of US dollars when we have UNITED STATES Veteran's here in the US unable to get or receive treatment at a VA hospital, because there are not enough funds. That money will go to a local in the area and then those funds will be used for weapons to kill more troops that are in country or blow up some location in the US. Have a safe and Happy 4th.

SEMPER FI,
Bit USMC 76-81, USN 82-92


I had written this for Memorial day yet was out of commission to post. The fealings are still the same!
God bless. (Mr. Gargano's story should be told with out error.) Thank you, J.King.

I will never forget. (A Memorial Day Story.)
By: J.King.
Edited by: S.King. & Jeremy Rousse.
04/25/2003

I grew up on the city streets of German Town in Quincy, Mass - G-town for short. We would spend our time as neighborhood kids doing what kids did back then. Playing street ball, collecting baseball cards, spending our afternoons after school doing our odd jobs (mine being the local newspaper boy with well over one hundred deliveries a day). I remember the smells of the city air and the distinct taste of soap that the local Procter and Gamble plant would put into the air every afternoon at around 3:00 or 4:00 P.M. I remember all of the different neighbors and streets, and of course the local store, 'Lester's Variety' where my local group of friends and I would stock up on soda and candy before making the rounds of our neighborhood. I also distinctively remember a pair of two people that I would see almost daily on my newspaper runs in the early years of the eighty's. I will always remember these two people for the rest of my days. They were always polite to me as a child, which in this part of town sometimes was unheard of. The area was considered "the projects" and many people were down and out and did without. People were not usually friendly and a many a time, we kids had situations were we either fought or ran for our lives. Yet, these two people that walked to the store and home again would always show a smile or a friendly gesture. We looked at these two individuals as not to be feared or to be intimidated by, but rather two people from whom we could always expect a smile or a wave-even across the busy street that may have separated us. These two people were a mother and her son, Mr. Edward J. Gargano and "Mrs. Gargano", as I had known his mom.

I loved seeing them both and had a respect for this young man as I watched him walk by his mom's side almost every day, back and forth to the store. I remember seeing him by her side at Sunday Mass and thinking what a great relationship they both must have. I'm not saying that it was picture-perfect; what relationship doesn't have its bumps? I'm just saying that it was a breath of fresh air to a child of my age back then to see some sort of peace within something around me. The day came that this young man joined the Marine Corps. At this point we as a nation were dealing with the turmoil within Lebanon and the early stages of terrorism against America. I can't say much other than when he went off, the church would pray for him on Sundays. I remember his mother would always say a prayer in his name for protection over him (during the part of Mass when the congregation is allowed to pray out loud). I would always second it inside my young heart.

Then the day came. I heard it at school first. Edward John Gargano had been killed while serving in Beirut, Lebanon. No one new how yet, the news was just that he had been shot. The school was solemn and I remember going home to find my mother very upset as was the rest of the family. That day seemed exceptionally darker than most wintry days in New England. I can remember looking out the window down the street to the local store and feeling a sadness grip my heart knowing that Mrs. Gargano would no longer have her son by her side. To this day, it eats me up inside and brings a tear to my eye.

Although life, as solemn as it was, continued as it always does within the neighborhood, I will never forget the cloudy day that Mrs. Gargano had made that trek to the store alone. She walked along the sea wall toward Lester's corner store. As I walked toward her on my route, she seemed to be dressed in black. I remember as I walked toward her, she no longer had that light in her eyes-the brightness to her face- and even as a kid back then, I knew why it had gone and it saddened me! "Some lowlife terrorist took your son, ma'am. Some worthless, no-honor-having pig took his honorable life." Those are the words I would have said if she had stopped to talk. But when she did stop she put her hand on my head, and as I looked up at just her she said, "You're a good lad." And with a small smile she continued on. I was speechless, for I had seen the pain of a mother who had lost her son to a violent death. What could I say? I was flushed with emotions a kid can't really explain to others. I was angry with those who took him and saddened for her all at once.

As life went on I always made a point to smile at her and to say hello, and as I grew older I began to realize the true sacrifice her son made for me. I'll never forget the day they unveiled the memorial in front of my grade school at Snug Harbor in G-town. It was the first time I had seen a WWI Marine in uniform along with other veterans in attendance. I remember how proud I was as they hoisted the flag above the memorial. I remember looking at that WW1 veteran and saluting him with my small hand and him smiling back and saluting me in response. Man, and I thought I was something! :-) Every day from that point on, when I would walk (and years later, drive) by the Memorial I would always remember to say a small prayer to the Almighty. A prayer for boys like Edward-excuse me; not boys, but men!- who sacrificed those peaceful walks with their loved ones, be it mother, wife, or child, so that we as Americans can be free! So we as children, who may not all grow up with silver spoons, grow up free nonetheless. Mrs. Gargano, you may never feel that happiness again from your son's walk, but know this ma'am: Your son will never be forgotten by me nor by my family. My children will know this story and remember his name, as will my grandchildren and God willing theirs also. Your son's sacrifice will always be honored in my heart and may God know that we free Americans owe our freedom to honorable men like your son. We thank him for his ultimate sacrifice!

Liberty or Death.
J.King.


Sgt. Grit,
I have written to you several times about my sick cousin who needed a bone marrow transplant. A lot of Marines wrote to her web site to give prayers and encouragement. This is to let all you Devil Dogs out there know that she has a transplant date set for July 7 th. We pray that this will heal her completely. Hopefully the next time that you hear about this, it will be to tell you all that she is well. Any last prayers and encouragement will be appreciated. Her web site is http://www.caringforkinsey.com.

Thanks again and Semper Fi. Cpl. S.Jones A co 8th Tanks Ft. Knox, KY


"A Thank You to the Troops"...The call went out for them to go, and fight beyond our shores! For terror knows no boundaries, and could come back to our doors! They left their families, and their friends, to fight a common cause! And said "Good Bye" to the ones they loved, in a quiet and gentle pause! And soon they were, not far from war, but didn't know what was in store! With lightning speed, the attack began, from sky above and desert sand! Tanks and planes were all around, dropping bombs and pounding ground! Clouds of dust were often seen, as troops advanced in their machines! They pushed ahead and made their way, when things looked kind of rough, but that's what drives a "Spirit" on, and makes a soldier tough! And as Iraq, gets freedom back, that soldiers fought to get, we need to keep a thought in mind, it's not all over yet! But a thank you here, and a thank you there, will last for quite a while! Just thank a soldier as he walks, and you'll see him gently smile! And when the troops return, let's give them what is due! They don't ask much of anyone; but will accept..."Thank You" !!!

By, Bob Beskar


An old American absent minded arrived at French customs at Paris airport and fumbled for his passport. "You have been to France before Monsieur?", the customs officer asked sarcastically. The ancient Yank admitted that he had been to France before."Then you should know enough to have your passport ready for inspection", snapped the irate official. The American said that the last time he came to France he did not have to show his passport."Impossible, old man. You Americans always have to show your passports on arrival in France." The old American gave the Frenchman a long hard look. "I assure you, young man, that when I came ashore on Omaha Beach in Normandy on D-Day in 1944, there was no God-damned Frenchman on the beach."

Jerrynagl


God Bless America!!
Semper fi!!
Sgt Grit

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