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"The Beer Run at Carroll" September 1967
It was a typical day at Carroll consisting of building bunkers, digging trenches for bathroom calls with quiet and peaceful nights. We provided perimeter security for the Army's 175 mm big guns; man they're loud...still hurts my ears. We were "C" 1/9 or as we used to say 'Construction Charlie' for we thought we had built more bunkers and dug more trenches than any 9th Marine unit in history. We did our share, that's for sure.
This one particular night it rained rockets from Dong Ha mountain in a such a fashion that it was thought of as rain drops. Guess those guys didn't like our music. We had headed for the north perimeter to secure that area in case of a follow-up attack. It was raining rockets like I'd never seen or heard of and I advised my squad to stand-by for an attack that was sure to follow.
One of the greatest Marines I've ever known, to this day, who stood tall amongst all Marines, Fred V. Smith stood up during this rocket attack. He is from North Carolina and had a sense about him like an old hunting dog; he sniffed the air and then ran to the rear area. Somebody said "Where's he going, what's he afraid of ?" Well, Fred is afraid of nothing or no one and so I stated, "Fred's not running away, he afraid of nothing...he'll be back." I did yell at him to keep his head down...after all he is 6'4". He disappeared in the night while rockets continued to rain in on us. My thoughts were of concern for him but we had to maintain the north perimeter no matter what. It was quite a while before he returned.
Picture this: here's this giant of a man running like a waiter carrying two cases of beer, one in each hand while rockets rained in all around him and us. We ALL stood and cheered our HERO and his merchandise. As we each consumed two beers, the Marine Corps Hymen and various other songs were sung to torment our buddies on Dong Ha mountain. It was a great night for 'The Corps' and Mr. Fred Vincent Smith of North Carolina. Fred had smelled the beer after it was hit by flying shrapnel (sp) from a rocket as it foamed up. Seems as though the Officers had a beer tent that no one knew of there at Carroll. Fred was an instant HERO that night who could have run for President of the United States and been elected, easily !! Fred is a quiet man to this day and seldom talks of Vietnam but he's still 'The Best Marine' I've ever known.
Chuck Sawyer 'C' 1/9 March 67 -> Present
DID SOMETHING HAPPEN
I was recently wearing my Sgt Grit "Old Corps" cover at work when one of my friends ( a RIF'd air force capt) ask me, what determines whether you are "Old Corps or New Corps"? Did something happen that changed the Marine Corps? To which I replied, "Old Corps is any Marine that came before me and New Corps is any Marine that came after." And no, the important things that make all Marines, Marines, have never changed and never will. Semper Fi!
Dave Hunt, Cpl, 68-72
HIS WIFE WAS STANDING THERE
Just wanted to pass on an experience I had this past week. I was attending a trade show and found myself talking with a gentlemen about this and that. He mentioned he was a Marine in '61-'64. I told him that I was also a Marine and served from '86-'92. At that point we stopped talking about work and started talking Marines. As we said our goodbyes I left him with a "Semper Fi". Then another gentlemen walking by came up to me and said, "Were you a Marine?" and again the discussion went to who..what..when and where about the Corps. He was a Marine and a Korean War Vet. His wife was standing there and she said, "You Marines have a bond instantly..like no other group in the world. You could be a Republican or a Democrat..old.or young, sinner or saint... it does not mater. There can be two individuals that meet with no ties to each other except the incredible Marine Corps bond, and that is all you need to be a blood brother".
You know she is exactly right. That is why I am so incredibly proud of the Corps, my Country and the highest regard for all those who have given their lives so that we can have the luxury of Freedom. I want to wish all of my Marine Corps brothers around the world a special Memorial Day weekend. My Devil Dog flag will be flying high on Monday...no doubt.
USMC, SGT 86-92
For years I've read this newsletter and it gets me every time. This time I thought I'd write after a couple letters interested me out of the last newsletter. I received my draft notice in 1967 and actually sent it back writing 'Not at this Address' on it. The next day I joined the Marines, which is the only branch worth being in. It wasn't long before I was in Vietnam in the DaNang area. Hill 327 as a matter of fact. Just before Christmas of 1968 I received a letter from my parents that informed me that I was being accused of being a draft dodger. I gave the only response I could and told them to let the government know where I was and they're welcome to come and get me as a draft dodger. We had a good laugh over it. I assume that they stopped searching for me by now.
Hope everyone has a great Memorial Day!
CPL Al Nagel
1st MAW, 1st LAAM
45 DEGREE ANGLES
In regards to the GritTogether, OUTSTANDING JOB MARINE!
See the pictures
Thank you for posting the pictures for those of us who missed it. I couldn't help noticing all the 45 degree angles repeatedly throughout the pictures. I'm always teasing my husband with "you can relax now Dear" because no matter where he is or what he's doing, those feet are going to be at a 45 degree angle. No matter how many years it's been since a Marine first stood on the yellow footprints, he stands on them for the rest of his life. The picture of Mr. Gerald Schneider and yourself was a very touching tribute to that fact. I was a doing a very serious battle with rain falling on my face seeing a Marine of his age looking so fit in the Dress Blues and wearing them so proudly. But the feet of him and his younger Marine brother standing by his side, made me lose that battle to a flood. All the pictures were outstanding, but that particular picture gets my vote as THE picture of GritTogether 2004. It fully captures your mission.
Semper Fi and Very Well Done Sgt!
MIGHT HAVE SAILED
I agree with Gy.Sgt.Dan Rossen about remembering the names of ships that you might have sailed on during your time in the Marine Corp. I went to Korea on the 29th.replacement draft in Feb.1953 I do not remember the name of the troop ship that I sailed on. I came back to the states with the 35th.replacement draft in the summer of 1954. I do remember the name of that troop ship it was the USNS Marine Phoenix. The only other ship that I can remember the name of is the USS Magoffin APA 199. So Sgt.Dan Powell if that makes me a want to be so be it.
Ira Joseph 1224347 USMC 1952 to 1956
I SAW SEVERAL IWO VETS
Today I had one of those rare life events that I will never forget. It is now 27 May 2004 at the Washington D.C. National WW II Memorial. As I walked through the Memorial, I walked among living legends. They were the veterans of WW II. I saw several Iwo vets, and I did not hesitate to approach them with a handshake and a motivated "Semper Fi!!". One old grizzled Marine was in a set of dress blues. He told me his daughter bought them for him before his trip, and he wore them with such pride. He was easily pushing 90 years old, but he walked ramrod straight as if he had just departed our beloved Parris Island. We shock hands for a long time as we talked. The gentleman said that this was the first pair of dress blues that he ever owned, and that he wore nothing but utilities from the time that he left the States until the war ended. There was little time for such pleasantries. We looked each other in the eye, two different generations of Marines, but we both understood each other for we are Marines. I thanked him one last time, and I said, "Semper Fi, brother". We both had tears in our eyes. Finally, I went t the Smithsonian, and the man at the information booth saw my Marine Corps T-shirt. He took me over to a flag exhibit, and there it was, one of the Corps most sacred icons. It was the flag raised on Suribachi. I was struck with awe as I viewed it up so close. I could hear the sounds of the battle as I gazed at it. It had that kind of a presence. Again, the tears came. I was so proud to be there, and I am so proud to be a Marine. I will be there Saturday for the Memorial dedication. What a privilege it is to be among all of these warriors.
Sgt. Grit: Nice "page", great stories. Concerning "Old Corps vs New Corps"...I joined for four in 1960 and was told that unless you're arms were a sword and shield, you were in the New Corps! Semper Fi and God Bless our troops. Too h-ll with the press.
Loving a Marine
Loving a Marine is not always gay
and loving them is a high price to pay.
Its mostly loving with nothing to hold.
Its being young, yet feeling old.
Its having them whisper their love to you.
Its whispering back that you love them too.
Then comes a kiss, a promise of love,
knowing you're watched, approved from above.
Reluctantly, painfully letting them go,
While you're dying inside from wanting them so.
Watching them leave with eyes full of tears.
Standing alone with hopes, dreams and fears.
Its sending a letter with the stamp upside down
to a far away love in a far away town.
It's going to church to kneel and pray,
and really meaning the things that you say.
And though you know that they are far away,
you keep on loving them more each day.
Being in love will merit your dreams,
with thoughts of heaven where love's light gleams.
Days go by and no mail for a spell,
you wait for some word to hear that they are well.
Then the letter arrives and you're given to joy,
you're like a small child with a shining new toy.
With fingers a tremble and heart beating fast,
you tear open the letter and read it at last!
Yes, all is well, and they miss you so,
and it's filled with the love you wanted to know.
Weeks are a month and months are a year,
you're awaiting the day you'll have no more fear.
Time passes slowly, yet it's gone very fast,
you're barely aware its here, till it's past.
Yes, loving a Marine brings bitterness and tears,
loneliness, sadness, and despondent years.
Loving a Marine really isn't much fun,
BUT it's well worth the price when the battle is won.
Remember they are thinking of you every day.
They are sad and lonely for being away.
So love them, miss them and try to be serene
and ALWAYS BE PROUD OF LOVING A MARINE!
I think it speaks volumes....Lots of Luv,
COUNTER TO EVERY HUMAN SURVIVAL INSTINCT
In April, after four Americans were fatally ambushed in Fallujah, writer Robert D. Kaplan went into that Iraqi city with the Marines. His report, "Five Days in Fallujah," appears in the coming issue of The Atlantic Monthly. An account of some of the heaviest close-quarter fighting of the Iraq war, the story vividly highlights the bravery of the troops, including Bravo Company, commanded by Capt. Jason Smith. Herewith an excerpt:
"Smith did not have to order his Marines straight into the direction of the fire; it was a collective impulse - a phenomenon I would see again and again over the coming days. The idea that Marines are trained to break down doors, to seize beachheads and other territory, was an abstraction until I was there to experience it. Running into fire rather than seeking cover from it goes counter to every human survival instinct - trust me. I was sweating as much from fear as from the layers of clothing I still had on from the night before, to the degree that it felt as if pure salt were running into my eyes from my forehead. As the weeks had rolled on, and I had gotten to know the 1/5 Marines as the individuals they were, I had started deluding myself that they weren't much different from me. They had soft spots, they got sick, they complained. But in one flash, as we charged across [the street] amid whistling incoming shots, I realized that they were not like me; they were Marines."
Submitted by: Rick C.
I WOULDN'T BE HERE NOW
FROM AN OLD SALT- WWII PACIFIC-- (5/'44-8/46)--MARSHALL ISLANDS--.(MILLE,MALAOLAP,WOTJE,JOLIETTE, & MAJURO) ,OKINAWA, THEN AMONG FIRST TROOPS IN JAPAN--(BOMB DISPOSAL SCHOOL,D.C.) WE BLEW UP ALL CAVE HIDDEN ARMAMENT WE COULD FIND--THANK GOD WE DID NOT HAVE TO LAND ON THAT ISLAND--I WOULDN'T BE HERE NOW, I'M SURE--
-I EMPATHIZE WITH YOUR FEELINGS-WE ARE TRULY ALL BROTHERS ALWAYS- ONCE A MARINE - ALWAYS A MARINE--
GOD BLESS OUR FALLEN BROTHERS-GOD BLESS THIS COUNTRY,OUR CORPS,OUR PRESIDENT AND EACHOTHER- KEEP ALWAYS STRONG,ALERT,PREPARED & READY-- THANKS FOR THE THOUGHT-
THE U.S.MARINE CORPS. FOREVER- SGT. BOB A.
DO THE JOB
I really enjoy getting your weekly newsletter.
My son, PFC Richard J Hernandez is recently stationed at Miramar NAS. He called me and told me that he is very proud of the job he is doing. He said he knows that the helicopters he works on get supplies to the Marines in Iraq, He also said that he is ready to go to Iraq and do the job he was taught to do.
I am also very proud of him. I wear my Marine shirts as often as I can.
I WISH I COULD REACH OUT
Thank you... as a non active duty Marine 74-78 MPs H&S bn MCRD/Camp Pend. Ca, and with 2 sons and a foster son all part of the Band of Brothers and sisters in the Corps. I am sadden to see names of some in which my older boy has had dealings with he is 2/8 and they relieved 1/2 after 1/2 got hit in naseryia, and the other son with 4th Tank Bn and the foster son 2nd mar div transport as he did his part too over there... But yet I am glad that their names aren't on that list......
My father and my older son grandfather both did there time in the frozen Chosin and they returned also... I know our family is blessed and I wish I could reach out to those who lost there marine in combat..
like the sticker US MARINE - YOUR FREEDOM - Their Lives - no complaints
I know when ever a Marine dies in combat we all feel the loss as part of us die with them...
Cpl. Military Police 74-78
ALTHOUGH THEY DIED
Dear Sgt. Grit;
When the R5D5 of VMR-253 went down in 1960, between Japan and Okinawa, its crew of Marines and nearly thirty Naval Personnel Passengers were lost. It was the "Cold War," but we were training for the "Hot War, that always seemed to loom over the horizon. "Just another Training Accident" Those who died are not "Veterans," although they died in the Defense of Freedom for The United States and the "Chinese Government" on Taiwan, training to support them in an attack by the Communist Chinese from "the Mainland."
The Marines who died were doing what Marines do, operate with whatever they have. Sure the aircraft had "seen better days" but it flew! Often our aircraft were designated "AOCP" Aircraft Out of Commission, Parts. Once, when a "Draft" from the States was delayed, the "P" stood for Personnel! But the missions were flown; our friends and allies were supplied.
Military equipment is designed to be "lethal" and even training with it sometimes is. But, those who die or are injured, (in Peacetime?) are not "Veterans" and, often, are not remembered by anyone,save their comrades and families. So I salute my brothers (Marines and Sailors) on Marine R5D5, and all the others, regardless of branch of service, who died,were crippled, or injured, in the "Cold War." "They also serve,who only stand and wait..."
T.J. FOX, Cpl 1820985, VMR-253, Iwakuni Japan, 58-61
Semper Fi my devil dog brothers. I'm a vet Marine, 80 - 88. Grenada, Beirut.
After I got out of the Corps( ex wife's doings) I came home and really started missing the Corps. When "Desert Storm 1" was about to start, I contacted my local recruiter. Man I just had to go kick me some Saddam @ss. but the good ole USMC wouldn't let me back in. been out to long ( only about 2 1/2 years) anyway I was heart broken. So my brother in law said "Come on in the guard with me" I called the Army and they took me in. they also took a stripe. I was a SSgt promotable in the Corps and the army took me down to a cpl. that was the second slap in the face. I was told attend the army infantry school and I'd get my stripe back. LIE........I attended. what a freakin joke. our worst admin was a better grunt than their instructors. I was constantly correcting them. Anyway I'll always be MARINE CORPS INFANTRY, training the army. now I'm back in the guard and at 43 yo I'm still kick these young army kids asses. if I don't they'll go off and get themselves killed. I am a very proud Marine, my wife refuses to accept the fact I wear the other uniform she even wrote letters to my command telling them the shame She has, and that I feel. She tells them as a cpl. I'm more knowledgeable than our Capt.. what is sad is that's a true statement. So grit, and Marine brothers, don't hate em cause of the uniform there are a lot of Marine in the guard trying to get them unf--ked.......so if you see a guard unit, givem a hand..........some Marine in there might need the extra hand.
SEMPER FI my brothers...........
always a Marine
I AM NOW CONFRONTED WITH THE QUESTION
Dear Sgt. Grit,
I am writing this letter in regards to by son that is at MCRD San Diego just finishing up his last three weeks of boot camp. I want everyone to know what is taking place here in Elko Nevada while my son is gone. Like I wrote you before regarding Chris graduating early, missing out on all of the Senior activities that he has earned through twelve years of school, but instead chose to enter the DEP and earn the very proud title of United States Marine(the few the proud). I am now confronted with the question of what the H-ll is wrong with people. I have contacted Spring Creek High School where my son would be walking with his senor class and requested that I, his mother accept his diploma at the graduation ceremonies. I received a phone call finally from the principle of the high school and he told me that the graduation committee felt that me accepting Chris' diploma would be inappropriate but that they would mention his name and the fact that he was not there to accept his diploma and continue on giving the students that are there their diplomas. To say the least I am very disappointed in this decision and I think that it is quite a mistake on their part. First of all my son is training to protect the lives of every American on this planet. I feel that this is very unfair to me, to my son and to all that knows him. I not only am a very pissed off mom I am a very pissed off MARINE MOM!!!!!!!!! This decision is not going to happen, I will accept my sons diploma at graduation by the time I am done letting this whole town, the newspaper and everyone that has ever served this country that the decision that they made was based upon a decision by who? surely not by proud Americans that support our sons, daughters, friends and family that are out there fighting for all of their rights to sit in a crowded stuffy gym and watch their sons and daughters accept their diplomas on graduation day, safe and out of harms way. I first requested that Chris accept his diploma in his dress blues when we planned on him being home for graduation and the thing that they told me is that he couldn't do that either because it might offend people. Well for all those people that god forbid we might offend pack your sh!t and get the H-ll out of this country, go live somewhere that you may not be offended we would hate to embarrass you all with the fact that some of our sons and daughters will die for the freedom of their country!!!!! The school is Spring Creek High School for any of you interested and it is located in Elko or Spring Creek Nevada (Just in case anyone is interested) I am proud of my son and I am proud and supportive of THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA and I will defend both until the day they put me in the ground so my advise to Spring Creek High is don't piss off a Marine Mom!!!!!!!! Any suggestions would be great.
I AM JUST AN OLD FOGIE
Recently, there was consternation shown in the media for the "failure" of Marines to follow through in attacking Fellujah. Guess they envisioned covering a frontal assault properly executed and were disappointed when it did not happen. All this 77 year old could do was observe and pay attention to what news I picked up and analyze it. Since I will be retired for 34 years the last day of this month and am a heart patient, there is little else I can do. This is what I think actually happened.
1. Marine commander announces that an attack on Fellujah was eminent.
2. One hundred Scout-Snipers were attached to the Marine Battalion.(Highly unusual).
3. Global Hawk and unmanned drones spied on the battlefield.
4. Enemy moved forward and brought supplies and ammo to oppose the Marine "invasion." (Drones and spy planes located positions of enemy and stores.)
SUBSEQUENT EVENTS FROM NEWS SOURCES:
1. One h-ll of a fireworks display on TV one night when air strikes or arty hit the stores. Looked to me like most of it was secondary explosions of their ammo cooking off.
2. One Scout-Sniper had 26 confirmed kills.
3. News reported all hospitals in area rapidly filled up.
4. It is easier to get the enemy to bring his troops and stores to a location of your selection than to have to hunt out house by house. 5. It is my belief that the mission was accomplished in the desired manner but alas, no show for the media.
LATER ACTIONS (IF NECESSARY)
1. Marine commander announces an attack is eminent. Enemy repeats same scenario or doesn't believe it and Marine commander gains the element of surprise.
This is my view of what happened with what I saw and heard from various sources. But then, I am an old fogie.
Tom Cook, LtCol.,USMC (Rt.)
IT HAS SNOWBALLED
There is a grass roots organization that has started sending care packages to Marines overseas/away from home. They do not have to be in Iraq. My daughter was a member of a worldwide singing group known as Up With People.She told her friends about her brother/my son that is serving in Iraq with the 1/5 A co. They started sending him and his buddies some packages and told their friends etc.Well it has snowballed to more people wanting to 'adopt' marines than she has names and addys for. They have named it Up With Marines and would love to send things to all those serving. If ANYONE has names and addresses for those serving PLEASE email that info to firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com.
Thank you very muck Beth Harper,
Oklahoma's proudest mom (haha)
HE HAD NO IDEA
Dear Sgt. Grit:
I greatly appreciated the list of Marines and Sailors you published.
The Sailor, a Navy Hospital Corpsman who had been assigned to the Fleet Marine Force in place of sea duty, given a sea bag full of Marine uniforms, went through Field Medical Service School, probably at Pendleton, got just a "taste" of combat training, then served as a "Doc" or "Medic" with the Marine Infantry, 3/7/1 it said, needs to be remembered. He had no idea he would join the Navy, become a Corpsman, then end up in the mud, dirt, sand, heat, cold, sweaty, world of a Marine Grunt. I don't know this particular Marine - for Marine he is - and will always be, but I know that when I was the Doc with 3/7/1 in the early 60s, I became a Marine for life. I'm a proud life member of the Marine Corps League, Rouge Valley Chapter (Oregon) # 386 and a proud life member of the Disabled American Veterans. This Marine Doc very likely gave his life trying to reach or attend to a wounded Marine. A buddy, one of his platoon or company brothers, for brothers we become. I wish with all my heart that it could have been me instead of him. I'm 63 now and he still had his whole life ahead of him. This poor, confused, Sailor/Marine who had 2 sea bags full of different uniforms. This Doc that did his sea duty on land, and foreign land at that. This incredibly dedicated Sailor/Marine who served as a grunt, who bled and died for his friends, his family, but mostly for his Marine buddies, needs to be remembered, as do each and every name on the casualty lists. I would say they have all earned a gold star, but God has seen fit to give them all the stars in heaven. Let's NEVER, EVER forget them.
Doc Burt, P.O. 3rd class, 3/7/1, 3/3/3, Marine for life.
A FEW EXTRA POUNDS
I worked for a company, a few years back, that was rather top heavy with ex-Air Force people. There was only one other Marine there at the time. The two of us were always getting jumped on about our having added a few extra pounds over the years. Of course the Air Force can do no wrong. The weight problem finely came to a complete stop when I gave the following reply.
"Notice how J.D. and I have a little extra weight?
Notice how slim and trim the Air Force people are?
That is because the MARINES eat what we kill.
The Air Force has it catered in."
John Halpin, SGT. 2/9
C-1-1 KOREA REUNION
C-1-1, Korea- '50-'53. At the Doubletree Hotel, Portland, Oregon.
August 25-28, 2004. Contact Al Baiocchi, 1399 Ygnacio Valley Rd. St.
35., Walnut Creek, CA. 94598. Telephone 925 933-1100.
I just read where the Gates of Heaven got another one reporting for duty, Mike Clausen. I knew Mike when we worked together a few years back. I can't tell you how it felt to just be in his presence. Being a Marine myself at the tail end of Vietnam, and knowing a Medal of Honor recipient such as Mike was an honor. I remember the first time I read his Citation and saw the picture of John Wayne shaking his hand. What a kick in the head that was for me. Every time I would see Mike at work he would punch me in the arm and say "Hello Devil Pup". That was the ultimate compliment! At the time we worked together my father (who served in the Pacific as a Marine during WWII) had a local watering hole. After telling him about Mike, he wanted to meet him. Mike came by with his Medal and Citation. Most of the men there were also veterans, and one by one shook Mike's hand. I'm sure that happened to Mike a thousand times or more. But it never got old to Mike while I knew him. You could just see the pride in him.
My father is also gone now, and I'd like to think there is a H-lluva lot of arm punching and "Hello Devil Pup's" going on right now in the big Squad Bay upstairs. Mike was a true Marine & American hero.
Semper Fidelis, Daddy!
Semper Fidelis, Mike!
John Belaire, Cpl of Marines (1971-1975)
WHEN I ENLISTED
I was in the corps from 1953 to 1956. and came out a buck sergeant. I was a squad leader, and tenacity of the corps prepared me for my civilian life. I went to college on the Korean GI Bill, and became a very successful lawyer. I was elected District Attorney of Washington County Pa., and was known as a tough, hard charging prosecutor. I owe it all to my marine corps training.
When I enlisted, I was a backward, skinny kid. The corps built confidence in me, something I could not achieve in civilian life. I tell my wife, and children that I owe my success to the U.S. Marine Corps. I thank God for the opportunity to have served in the Nation's finest, and of course, along with the finest men I ever knew.
Herman J. Bigi
I WEAR MY CAP EVERYWHERE
I would like to suggest that all Marines wear covers be it in a restaurant,hotel, on the street,places of entertainment. I wear my cap everywhere I go. You would be surprised how many Semper Fi's I receive,hand shakes and thank you. our love of country,Marines must be more up front. In particular in this way the older Marines will bring the message to the unpatriotic that we are still around ad firmly support our fellow Marines and military.
When many appointed judges make decisions that say we are not a Christian Nation, I would suggest to them to go on web site American Battle Monuments Commission,they will find that most of those who served have crosses upon their grave site. No doubt in my mind we sure are a Christian Nation.
Semper Fi. Frank Aguele
Corpsman 22nd. Marine Reg. 6th Marine Div.WWII
I enjoy reading the letters from service members and family members...it is a great way to feel closer to our loved ones serving their (our) country and at the same time feeling like we are forming a bond with other families! My son, Chris, joined the Marines out of high school in 2002...he graduated "honor man" from boot...talk about a PROUD mama! It was such a wonderful experience watching my son leading his entire platoon out on the parade field; getting to see him "pass off" the flag he carried and then receive his plaque and honor recognition! His uncle (my brother) serviced as a Marine for 4 years in the mid 70's and he was equally as proud! He attended the ceremony with me! It thrills me to no end to hear people tell me to "thank your son for serving his country"! Keep up the great work!
SEMPER FI... Diana Snyder
From: Sergeant Major Joe Staudt
Gentlemen, a bit of history for our Birthday.
Tun Tavern, Philadelphia, November 10th 1775
Captains Nicholas and Mullens, having been tasked by the 2nd Continental Congress to form 2 battalions of Marines, set up the Corps' first recruiting station. The first likely prospect was, in typical recruiters fashion, promised a "life of high adventure in service to country and corps", as an extra bonus if he enlisted now he would receive a free tankard of ale. The recruit gladly accepted the challenge and, receiving the free tankard of ale, was told to wait at the corner table for orders. The first Marine sat quietly at the table sipping the ale when he was joined by another young man, who had two tankards of ale. The first Marine looked at the lad and asked where he had gotten the two tankards of ale. The lad replied that he had just joined this new outfit called the Continental Marines, and as an enlistment bonus was given two tankards of ale. The first Marine took a long hard look at the second Marine and said,
" it wasn't like that in the old Corps"
Semper Fi, and Happy 227th Birthday.
Sergeant Major Robert L. Sellon, USMC, Retired
I must apologize if I offended any fellow Marines when I said I Respected the Marine from the old Corp. I respect all Marines as a Marine is a Marine is a Marine no matter when or where he or she served. The only difference that I can think of is that we said GUNG HO and I had never heard of OOHRAH until I started reading the News Letter.
Gung Ho is Chinese for Pull Together. Sgt.DCP
Thank you so much for sharing pictures of the great Gritogether. I am so very jealous I could not be there!
I wanted you to know I met a Marine (when my youngest son was placing flags at the Marietta Nat'l cemetery over Memorial Day) and we began chatting. At the same time, we both said..."You know about Sgt. Grit?" See, you're famous...all the way here in the deep south. Carrell, PMM of LCpl Josh
See the pictures
We do not care how you do it in the Navy!