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GODAWFUL WHISKEY VOICE
Sgt. Grit.....I don't remember which of the stories I read over these months to prompt this writing but I have to share this. I was a 17 year old punk out of Chicago when I got to Parris Island, sporting the latest fashions (not quite a Zoot Suit, but flashy !!), and a real hip pompadour I had been preening for awhile (always carried two combs). At this point I want to say the story of the "planted" DI among the recruits in Yemasee was hilarious...Anyhow, after a memorable ride on a luxurious Cattle Car over to main side we all filed into the old curved screen porch of the AD building and told to drop our gear (I was second on the porch which put me way on the far end). After doing some AD business on the inside we were told to fall back to the porch and pick up our gear...and then it came....MOOOVE OUT, YOU MAGGOTS...MOOVE ! ! ..So being on the far end of the porch I had a ways to go so I tore *ss around that curve, got to the end and WHOOMPH ! My new DI, (Sgt. Dan Manning of Philadelphia, wounded on the 'Canal, and one helluva Marine) standing at the door, slammed a rolled up poncho into my gut and I took a flying dive to the outside deck, missed the steps going down and landed on my head. Woozy but intact, lungs collapsed, under the threat of a kick in the *ss, I hurried to fall in with the guys so we could continue to the next welcoming phase of our arrival ( I didn't even bother to comb my hair). Onward now to the delousing house where we were lined up along side the outside racks and coming from right behind me was the most godawful whiskey voice I ever heard, loud enough to shatter every window in the Tribune tower back in Chicago....ALRIGHT YOU PEOPLE..THROW YOUR COATS ON THE RACKS AND YOUR SUITCASES ON TOP AND FALL IN BY THAT DOOR ! !...so I did..and sometime after I woke up I found out what I did wrong... MSGT. LOU DIAMOND did NOT say throw your coats on top...You guessed it....He was some ... big...man....and the hand he roundhoused me with was big as an elephant's foot. He was a real legend in the Marine Corps and I was very saddened when I later learned of his passing. True or not, I later heard he was the DI to General A. A. Vandergrift, our Commandant at that time, when he went through boot camp........... So, into delousing, strip down, threw our socks and skivvies into the furnace, piled our civvies to be sent home, and formed three lines in front of the barbers. I'm in the center line half way back, stark *ssed naked with a bunch of trembling, bug-eyed characters watching the "barbers" butcher our buddies when some kid in khakis came up to me and said for me to go up and kick that center barber right in the *ss hard as I could....Me Sir?....Yes you, and NOW ! MOOVE....(Already we had learned that if he was in khaki you were to say sir, salute, kneel, grovel, and otherwise worship. Later I learned he was just another boot in his last week or so of assignment. My platoon caught mess duty ). So.............I snuck up behind the barber, laid a proud kick on his rotund butt and raced like h*ll to get back in line before he noticed me. But that was not to be...he looked me straight in the eye and screamed YOU'RE MINE ! When I left his chair I had three rivulets of blood on my scalp. Now, on through the showers and then new issues; seabag, dungarees, boondockers, etc., and then outside to face 40 of the ugliest sons of b!tches one could imagine...WHERE WERE MY BUDDIES ? ?..WHERE WAS MY MAAA MAAA ! ! !....... WHERE WAS MY COMB ! ! !. We all know what followed: troop and stomp, field days, more drilling, hikes, rifle range, snapping in, firing for record..... Memories, I wouldn't trade any of them and I'd gladly do it over again. A couple days before we were to leave, Sgt. Manning marched us over to the PX. We were standing outside when a very good looking WR passed by (sheesh ! a real woman !) and he called to her, "Hey Sarge, want to see what a REALLY SHARP BUNCH OF MARINES LOOKS LIKE ?" She said OK, and for the next ten minutes we knocked off every maneuver in the book...Man, we PERFORMED ! ! To say the least, one of the proudest days of my life...I was in Platoon 192, 1st. Recruit Battalion, spring and summer of 1945 and would like to hear from any of the guys still around. Email EdKoCo@aol.com S/SGT. Edward K. Collier, USMC (Ret) 566248 (it's fifty six, sixty two, forty eight..NO OTHER WAY ! ! )
P.S. Years went by before I bought another comb.....I TOSSED THE NAPKIN ON THE TABLE..........................My mother had to sign on the line so I could join the Marines while still in high school. (My father had died) I spent twenty years in the Marines, including two tours in Vietnam. I tried to go back the third time, but was not allowed. I retired, went to seminary, and became a Baptist pastor. I tried to get in the Navy as a Chaplain, if they would send me to the front immediately, for Desert Storm, but they would not let me. I have a very emotional and strong tie to all our service members, and especially to fellow Marines. I remember once while having lunch at a McDonald's I was wearing a Vietnam Veteran cap. A young woman came up to me and said simply. "Thank you for your service to our country." It was the first time I had heard that! As I often do, I put an immediate lock on my heart and emotions so I would not cry, right there in McDonalds. I went to the car and wrote her a thank you note on a napkin, explaining that I was so emotional I could not talk without crying, with tears in my eyes even as I wrote the note. I worked up a statement to say to her when I went back in. However, when I got to her table, I knew that if I said a single word I would burst out crying. So, I tossed the napkin on the table and left. That is sort of what I do when I read your newsletters. I sit here for long periods of time reading and shouting and crying. I fear for the future of our country, but am thrilled and very thankful for our president and our military men and women. And, I thank you for your newsletters.
Gunny Walters, USMC 1961-1981, Vietnam 1961-62 & 67-68
ROBBED ALL THE FUN
Sgt Grit: I have enjoyed your newsletter and catalog immensely and I have a question that you may be able answer. When I enlisted in 1970 I was issued a military ID # 2550634 (at the beautiful P.I.) which is on my dog tags. When I was honorably discharged in 1972 the military had converted to social security numbers. This robbed all the fun of the "old corps" making fun of how high your ID number was.
My question is why did the military go to SS Numbers and does anyone know what the highest military number issued by the corp was?
Many readers of your newsletter are Marine veterans who are now in a position to lend a hand to Marines who are now making the transition from the Corps back to civilian life. As anyone who has been through this process knows, it can be a challenging and stressful time leaving the traditions and esprit of the Corps. It's likely that many Sgt Grit newsletter readers would be willing to lend a hand, but had no way to make a connection with the transitioning Marines returning to their local community. Now there is an official program that can close the gap: Marine For Life. Hometown Links represent the Marine For Life program in about 70 cities across the U.S. If you are a Marine veteran or "friend of the Corps" who would like to find out how you might be able to lend a hand to recently honorably discharged Marines, check out the Marine For Life website at http://www.MarineForLife.com for information on how you can get in touch with your local Hometown Link. My name is Jenny Potter (Capt USMCR) and I'd be glad to hear from anyone who would like to become part of the Marine For Life network in Northern Ohio/Western PA. I can be reached at Cleveland@MarineForLife.Net or (216) 267-9878 ext 2236. "Once a Marine, Always a Marine."
I'm waiting to hear from Marine North Coasters! Semper Fidelis!
I had the honor of attending the 60th Anniversary ceremonies on the Betio of the Tarawa Atoll on November 20th. It was a moving ceremony at the 2nd Division Monument across from Red 3, where the Marines came into a murderous stream of fire from Japanese machine guns and artillery. I had the good fortune to walk on the reef where so many of our brothers lost their lives and to actually snorkel where the original pier was that William Hawkins and his sniper/scout group put out of commission on D-Day. I found several rounds in the sand, both American and Japanese......some Coke bottles (dated 1943....our Marines sure loved their Coke!), sake bottles, Japanese beer bottles, USMC canteen and cup, etc. Hard to believe that even after 60 years, the debris of war still survives. As I stood close to the reef when the tide was out, I was amazed to see just how far our Marines had to wade in......when I think of the courage it took to put one foot in front of the other as the killing field unfolded before you, I am in awe. To think that not only did our Marines survive this bloodbath, but took the island in three days is incredible. I have always been proud to have served in the Corps but felt a special bond with the spirits of the many that never left that coral reef.
The islanders have never forgotten the sacrifices of so many young Marines in 1943. We were greeted with many smiles and the two veterans who were able to attend the ceremonies, Joe Sobol, and Harry Jackson, were hailed as the heroes that they are. Visiting Tarawa is difficult from the standpoint of getting there (remote) and the conditions on the island (severe poverty and lack of sanitation), but it is a trip that I will always remember. If any Tarawa vets out there have some stories to share, I would love to hear from them.....especially if they have any remembrances of Harry and Joe. My email is BCarter436@aol.com. The individual stories of each Marine is living history and need to be heard and chronicled. Not only so the Marines that followed can remember and honor the vets but also for our children, who can learn of the sacrifices of the WW2 generation and what it takes to preserve freedom. Those lessons are eternal and unfortunately, need repeating on a constant basis.
Hi Sgt. Grit, my name is Lcpl Boudy. My unit is out in Afghanistan (HMLA 773). We have a mixture of devildogs from New Orleans & Atlanta. I started to develop a website for myself so my family could see my photos, but now I putting pictures of everything on it. I was wondering if you could post our site on your site.
The address http://www.inthesands.jktf.com
To Chris Spencer concerning the Everly Brothers. During boot camp, maybe October or November, 1965, while in Platoon 162 at MCRD, we were marched over to the auditorium and treated to a concert by the Everly Brothers. It was such a joy to listen to them and their oldies, especially after being out of touch from the rest of the world for a couple of months. Juan Reyna MSgt USMCR H&S/1/7 Chu Lai 66-67 ..........Just wanted to respond to Chris Spencer's article regarding the Everly brothers enlisting in the Corps. They actually did. I had the pleasure of working with a retired GySgt Sterling when I was employed at the sheriff's office working in the county jail. At the time I was still in the reserves, and Gunny and I got along real well. He was in 11th Marines, and they were in his battery. He mentioned they were good Marines, and that a limo used to come to the barracks on Fridays to pick them up, and would return with them on Sunday afternoon for field day. That's about all I remember him telling me about them. Hope that helps.
I just read Chris Spencer's comment about the Everly Brothers being in the Marine Corps. Let me add an interesting comment to his story. In the 1950's, I was working as a disk jockey in Boston under the name of Bill Valor. In those days we weren't allowed to use names that smacked of nationalities because of prejudice, so like many others, I took a pseudonym. Just prior to my afternoon show, a major record representative, a close friend, walked into the station with two young, pimply faced kids. He asked if I could help him out. No other jocks in Boston would play these kids because they were brand new. I suggested the three of them have lunch with me before I went on the show. When asked about my background, I told the two brothers I had just finished Boston University after getting out of the Marine Corps and mentioned to them the best thing that ever happened in my life was the Corps. It changed me completely and gave me the discipline and stick-to-itiveness to hang in in such a highly competitive business. They mentioned they were thinking of going into the service and wondered if they could hack the Corps, since they always admired Marines."Here's the deal". I told them. "I'm putting you on the show this afternoon, but promise me one thing. When you decide upon going in, you'll at least check out the Marines." I might add, I was probably the first DJ in Boston who pushed their records real hard because I felt they were two nice, hard working kids from PA and they deserved a break.The rest as you know, is history. The Everly Brothers made it real big and are still very popular. Every time I play their music, I still think of those two young, skinny kids that asked if I could help them out with their first record and often wondered if my advice steered them towards the Marine Corps.
Semper Fi Bill Cuccinello
Once again another great newsletter. I just read the Thanksgiving issue and wanted to respond to Chris Spencer '72-'76. I happened to be in MCRD (Plt. 379) when Don and Phil Everly were at boot camp and I had the pleasure of having my chow served by them. They didn't look much different than any other "Boot" and if someone didn't point them out, you'd never know them from any other recruit. Unlike some others back in those days, they did the honorable thing and served their Country. I have always respected them for that as well as their music.I want to take this opportunity to say HAPPY THANKSGIVING to all my Brother and Sister Marines. And to all the Marines and soldiers away from their families at this time, we THANK YOU for your service and wish you well.
Cpl. of Marines 1961-1966
SO THE STORY GOES
I never really gave much thought about WHY the Marine Corps was a part of the Dept. of the Navy. I always told sailors it was so they would have something to brag about.
Now, I have learned another reason. I am reading a book titled "HEROES" U.S.Marine Corps Medal of Honor Winners, author, Marc Cerasini. The following is a quote from the last page of the preface.
"After the Revolutionary War, so the story goes, the nation went about the task of downsizing its military forces. After months of negotiation between the Army and the Navy over how the remaining resources should be divided, all that was left was a pack of mules and two battalions of Marines. The Army and Navy commanders agreed to decide this final matter with the toss of a coin.The Army commander won. He took the mules."
Just had to share this.
The list of Hollywood "tributes" to the Marine Corps omitted that VietNam era great -- "Tribes" with Jan Michael Vincent. Saw it after completing boot camp and couldn't really relate -- went to PI with the real Marines. Another great newsletter --
Semper Fi- Marty Monnat Sgt '72 - '78
Sgt Grit ...
I read with interest the letter from 1st Sgt Pete Petrisky, listing so many of the movies about the Marine Corps .. However a check through the list of V C R tapes that I have, I found several that he doesn't have on his list ... true a couple of them might not accurately reflect life as it's lived in the Marines .. but still they are movies who use the Marine Corps for the theme of or the background of the movie ...So .. I would like to add the following to the 'Tops" list ...
Death before Dishonor ... (Lebanon).... 1988
First to Fight ..... Chad Everett 1967
Heartbreak Ridge ... Clint Eastwood ... 1986
In Love and War .... Robert Wagner 1958
Miss Sadie Thompson ... Rita Hayworth ... 1954
The Proud and the Profane .... William Holden 1956
Stars and Stripes Forever ... Clifton Webb 1952
Tribes ........... Jan-Michael Vincent 1970
Thank you .... One of the old Corps .......
543114 ... "43- '46
A couple of weeks ago someone was talking about the lack of Marine Movies. I haven't seen any response to correct this of only two or three movies. I have the following on DVD and am still looking The Halls of Montezuma, Gung Ho, To the Shores of Tripoli, Guadalcanal, The Sands of Iwo Jima, The Great Santini, and The Wind Talkers. I also have Midway, which is debatable, its more for the Navy. I am patiently waiting for The D. I. to come out on DVD, which was the only movie we were allowed to watch while in Boot Camp. I think there was a movie about the Chosin Reservoir with Pat O'Brien, but am not for sure, and then Heartbreak Ridge.
Two good movies were left off the list last month. Heaven Knows Mr. Allison with Robert Mitchum and Deborah Kerr. Also Hail the Conquering Hero with Donald O'Conner. Both outstanding Marine movies.
Semper FI Merry Christmas Marines
L/CPL ZAK RVN 69/70
THE GREAT COMMANDER
Dear Sarge and all the rest of my brothers and sisters,
Am I the only one who finishes reading these letters with moist eyes. I'll bet not! How proud I am. God Bless each of you now and forever, May the Great Commander keep all active duty Marines safe and under His wing of protection. My God, what a Corps.
Yours truly, A. Dorney, Sgt. of Marines 60's.
A WARM COAT
I live in Green Bay Wisconsin where it's subzero in the winter. To any former Marines living in this freezing environment, you will understand what I mean when it is difficult finding a warm coat...especially when you have to be outdoors a lot during the winter.
May I recommend a Navy "P" coat? I'm not sure I'm spelling this right, but that is what I wear...a Navy winter "P" coat....and I wear it with pride. I served in 1st Recon in Vietnam in 1966-1967. Our Corpsman in the platoon I was serving with, was killed-in-action during Operation DeSota in 1967. I was the first person to get to him in a firefight, and by the time I was able to reach him, he had already given his life and paid the supreme sacrifice for our platoon, and for his country.
I've had former Marines ask me why I wear a Navy coat...and I admit, it is strange that a Marine Grunt would wear a Navy "P" coat. I wear it in honor of our Corpsman who gave his life for our platoon; and for all the Corpsmen who served in the Corps. There are many Marines today that owe their lives to Corpsmen. I salute every one of them.
Operation DeSota was a bad one....I remember you Doc. You gave your all, and you laid your life down for your fellow Marines. I wear that coat with pride.
And besides....that is one warm coat!!
USMC, Vietnam 1966-1967
Speaking of drinks, there was a drink served at a bar in Isabela Segunda, Vieques PR. It was called a Zombie we in HMM-262 hydraulic shop all had to drink one, kind of an initiation for boots. I think it was mostly rum but was poured in layers the colors of the different liquors were not to be mixed together, multi colored layers. It only took one drink to knock your sox off!
Tim McMahon HMM-262 65-67
IRAQ ON THE 13TH MEU
From a Marine LCpl who served in Iraq
Just wanted to share with you a story of the old stereotype of combatants not wanting to mess with the USMC. A fellow Marine from my unit here in Hawaii just returned this week from Army airborne jump school in Georgia. He was talking to one of the Army Captain instructors there and the Army officer told my friend that he was in Iraq guarding the border to Syria. My friend was in Iraq on the 13th MEU so they got to talking about the war. The Captain was saying how funny it was that at the beginning of the war that they never took fire. then after the war ended little by little they would take more and more fire upon their camp and soon it was to the point that it was almost routine, well after the war was over, and noted how odd it was. He continued on to say that before they left they got a small unit of Marines in there camp and the shots stopped coming in. so this army unit spray painted all there trucks with USMC and according to this army Captain, they never were fired upon again. My friend who is a cpl told the officer that it wasn't odd that the shootings into his camp were nothing at first and heavy towards the end due to the fact that the Iraqis knew the Marines were still around during the war, and as Marines started leaving after the war the Iraqis wanted to see what they could get away with, so they fired a few times, and it continued. A quick side note here, no one from that small army camp ever investigated those shots fired. I can tell you from my unit that was in Iraq, there's no way in h*ll I hear shots fired at me and someone's not going to go check it out. Oh well, that's just my 2 cents proving the old stereotype that other countries can distinguish between the USMC and the US Army and they wont mess with the Marines. Keep up the good work Marines.
LCpl Mark Neuman, 3rd Radio Bn "Ground Communications
THIS MATTRESS GO FLYING
Just finished reading your latest newsletter, and as usual thoroughly enjoyed it. The funny story sent in by brother John Belaire reminded me of one that I thought I'd share. I was with Lima 3/8 back in the 80's (81-85) and we were always stationed on Camp Geiger and rotated after each Med cruise from the newer brick barracks to the older one-floor barracks. Pat (Sgt. Burns), you might remember this incident, lol. Anyway, after moving back into the newer barracks and onto the second deck, it was discovered that someone in our platoon had (probably from Court Street) contacted crabs. Our platoon sergeant ordered everyone to strip their racks (including fart sacks - I always thought that term was hilarious) and haul the mattresses outside to have them cleaned. Well, after several of us drug ours all the way outside via the outside stairwells, someone got the bright idea to just heave them over the side of the outside deck and just let them fall to the ground. One of my comrades decided to hurl his as far as he could, but did not consider that there were still some Marines dragging theirs down by hand. I still vividly remember seeing this mattress go flying about five feet up and out as it sailed toward the ground like the giant slab that it was. All the way down it flopped and wiggled, but just then the thrower saw a buddy come into view dragging his mattress and he realized that this poor chap had no idea what was coming down on top of him as he walked right into the "landing zone". He called to the Marine to watch out, and just then the unsuspecting victim turned and looked up just as the mattress hit him full force! The sailing mattress hit him so hard it leveled him and sandwiched him between the flying mattress and his own. We all ran down to make sure he was ok, and found him to be safely tucked in between the two mattresses. After we realized he was ok, we all enjoyed a good laugh, but we realized that it could have hit him on the top of his head and severely injured his neck. However, he survived the incident and we all had a few beers that night and laughed at his last minute expression and he turned to see the mattress splatter him to the ground. It was a very stupid youthful thing to do, but thankfully it ended in a humorous way.
Hope all you Marines enjoyed a safe and happy Thanksgiving! Semper Fi!
Cpl. 0331, 81-85
In reply to GySgt. Brown's letter I hope this helps. The Rank of Gunnery Sergeant was enacted on 5 May 1898 as a wartime measure. These were Marines with a specialized skill in Naval Ordnance. On March 3, 1899 the rank was fixed with a pay scale of $35.00 per month making the "Gunny" higher paid than the First Sergeant at $25.00 per month. The nickname "Gunny" was apparently used from the beginning in the Corps. In July 1899 Congress established a fixed pay grade system for enlisted, including GySgt.'s, where the Sgt. Major drew $34.00 per month, the First Sergeant $25.00 per month and the Gunny at $35.00 making them the "highest paid" enlisted grade. This was in deference to their expertise in gunnery. This remained in effect until 1908 when the higher ranks were raised to $45.00 per month vice the Gunny's $35.00.
In WW I, the rank of GySgt began to include communications specialists as well as gunnery experts. In 1914 the GySgt was again raised to the equivalent grade as Sergeants Major and First Sergeant. In 1935 the rank of Master Gunnery Sergeant was created, on par with Sergeant Major. GySgt.'s were placed just below 1st Sgt.'s in rank. Interesting the chevron of a GySgt in 1935 until after WW II was three stripes, two rockers with crossed rifles superimposed by a "bursting bomb" and combination of both of today's current chevrons.
The ranks of Gunnery Sergeant, Sergeant Major, First Sergeant and Platoon Sergeant were all abolished in 1946 and did not reappear until the rank over haul in 1958 through 1963. Of course Platoon Sergeant as a rank never returned to the Corps. (Strange though it did appear in the Army!)
When I entered the Corps in 1968 a Gunnery Sergeant drew $3,646.80 per year in base pay. This information is directly from the Marine Corps Historical Reference, HQMC dated 1970. Hope it helps out.
Grady L. Rainbow
I want to put my two cents in about Shore Party. In 1954 I was assigned to the 3rd Mar., Div., at Camp McGill Japan just out side of Yokosuka. We had the red patches on our covers, side of our trousers and a red circle on our backs. I was a radio operator 2533 and our job was to bring in supplies. We at H&S we were sent to the Tachen Islands off the coast of China to evacuate people and equipment, which we did and were awarded the China Service medal. When the Tachens were clean of troops, equipment and civilians they were blown up so the Communists could not find anything useful. We were proud of our status as Shore Party and did the jobs we were assigned.
Sgt. P. Wojciechowski 1953-56.
In the most recent issue, a Seabee, EO3 Ohms, NMCB 74, took the time to thank the Marines for what we do. Thank you, Petty Officer Ohms. For without the Seabees, where in h*ll would we land our planes and choppers? And bridges make river crossing much easier. Plus it's just nice to know there are people out there as good as Marines. I grew up on the CB Base in Gulfport. My father built the first BEQ on Diego Garcia. That's right - he was a CB. He passed away four months ago from cancer. Just as all Marines are my Brothers, I consider all Seabees my brothers. Thank you to all Marines and Seabees.
SGT USMC (fmr)
Last night on the Nascar awards show in New York City, Jack Roush, the car owner of the Winston Cup Champion gave the Corps a great national plug. To those who don't know, Jack Roush nearly died in 2002 when his light plane crashed after hitting a power line. He crashed into a body of water and would have drowned due to his injuries. Lucky for him a retired Marine Gunnery Sergeant saw the accident and saved his life. Jack Roush noted that the Marines training is what saved him. You can't buy that kind of publicity!
THE BATTLESHIP THAT CAPSIZED
Nobody you'd know. I had a lunch meeting w/ Pastor B, and as we finished, I watched an elderly gentleman leave, with a younger couple (read-my age!). I immediately excused myself, and went to meet him. It wasn't that I recognized him as a famous actor, or politician. It was his jacket. And his cover. A U.S. Marine, Don was stationed aboard the USS Oklahoma on 7 Dec., 1941. The battleship that capsized at Pearl Harbor. What an extraordinary honor, to chat with a Pearl Harbor Marine survivor. Still active in the Marine Corps League, he's also a past secretary of the local Navy League chapter. I told him my first born was stationed aboard Miramar. He told me to say "Hey, jarhead", to a fellow Marine. And he had a pretty salty grip when we shook hands, likely a testament to his PT (read-DI), and pride in his beloved Corps. Just figured you'd be interested. Semper Fidelis, Dad
HAVING A BAD MUSTACHE
When i was a lowly cpl, i never put much thought into what i was doing or what it took to get there. I had good times and bad, with some of the greatest people on this earth. But i never put two seconds of thought into what i was doing, where i had been or especially what i had Become. The MC ball was a duty, not actually fun. too much brass and formality. ahhhh. youth is surely wasted on the young.
If only i could go back and NOT lose track of those green morons. I recently lost a good friend, Lcpl Al Zaldivar. His love of corps reminded me just how proud i Really was to have served. I went to one MCA meeting with him and then he dropped dead. Thanks Al, for unlocking something that had been hiding for years. My wife and kids are only just beginning to understand that my packed away uniforms meant more than dressing funny and having a bad moustache... Al, I hope you got choice duty up there.. And thanks buddy, for saving my *ss. I didn't even realize i had lost such an important thing as being a 'former.' The afterlife just kinda hazed over anything that might have happened all those years ago. Semper fi meatheads, one and all.especially to the ones on permanent LRRP.
Cpl Wayne Pedersen, 81-84 "psycho"
2d Radio Bn, Bravo co
FEMALE AND A MARINE IS
i was at my mcl meeting last night and i understand why i am proud to be a marine, the camaraderie and wonderful spirit that all of these men share is great. being a female and a marine is probably the best feeling in the world. DON'T FORGET MARINES TO GIVE TO YOUR LOCAL TOYS FOR TOTS COLLECTION POINT. THERE ARE THOSE LESS FORTUNATE THEN YOURSELVES AND THE LITTLE ONES NEED YOU. GIVE IN THE SPIRIT OF THE CORPS.
corporal toni marie beltrano
usmc 1989-1993, 1993-1996 usmcr
#59 newsletter, and the post by Gunny, C.R. Scroggins was interesting. And he had it partially correct. Chesty was promoted to Brigadier and was made Asst. Div. Commander in Feb. 51. And was acting Division commander for about 1 week, when O. P. Smith was designated head of the X Corps when and Army General had an accident in a helicopter. He got out of it without any apparent injuries and died of a heart attack 30 minutes later. The Army certainly didn't care to have a Marine in charge, so they "chop choped" real quick and got a man over there to take over X Corps and Smith returned to his Command and rotated home in April '51.
Chestys' last regimental command.
NO SUCH THING
In your #59 AC Newsletter, Harry G. Naylor Senior, Corporal of Marines '72-'77 wrote, "There is no such thing as a former Marine unless you're dead." I recently read a more accurate definition which I would like to share:
According to Dr. Daniel W. Pollard, who was a Corpsman with the 1st Battalion, 9th Marines (The Walking Dead), "WE BELIEVE WE ARE MARINES UP UNTIL THE TIME WE DIE, AT WHICH TIME WE BECOME DEAD MARINES."
PFC of Marines
P.S. MERRY CHRISTMAS, Sarge
IN THE WORLD
Your newsletter is fantastic, sharing a mixed collection of feelings from so many. My boyfriend was killed in Vietnam....in Thau Thien..... ...(USMC/Delta 1/4)......he will always be missed. I'm also the very proud daughter of a WWII Marine.....he's my hero...........forever. These two wonderful men.............one just a boy, but a hero, still..............the other in his 80's, still proud of his service in the Marines. Our military...........there's no one in the world like them......God bless them all!
Semper Fi to my buddy,Jim Bishop, who died in VietNam in 1967. Jim was dark USMC Green & I was light USMC Green and we were brothers. I still miss you Jim.
Jose' Lorenzo Peruyera, Sgt. USMC '55-'59 (HD), passed away Sunday night in San Bernardino, California at 22:30. I served with Jose' in California at El Toro(VMCJ3) and Atsugi, Japan, the Philippines, & Formosa (VMJ1) as Aerial Photo Technicians. It's almost like losing family.
In his memory.
Don Hepburn, Sgt. USMC '55-'59(HD)
TO RAYMOND ANTHONY
D*MN IT'S GOOD TO HAVE"OLD JARHEADS" STILL OUT THERE. MAKES ALL OF US PROUD, ESPECIALLY US 'NAM VETS. IT'S STILL GOT TO BE A "RUSH", LIKE IT USED TO BE. HANG IN THERE, RE-COOP AND KEEP THE FAITH BROTHER. "HOWDY"
D*mn,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I love reading these lines from brother Marines. Makes my Day,,,,,,,,,,,Art C former Sgt of Marines former Navy Seabee,,,,,,,,,Semper Fi
Give War a Chance!!
Semper fi, Mac!!