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Sgt Grit Marine Corps Newsletter - November 24, 2004

Sgt. Grit This Is one Marine who Is tired of hearing how upset the d@mn muslims are when our guys are killing there people. If those crazy b*stards want to die for allah I am glad our Marines are helping to arrange the meeting. Some body should also tell the media as$holes In our country that they are supposed to be on the same side we are. Semper Fi Chuck Michalski


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Maybe it is the time of year. Maybe it is the cumulative affect of putting this newsletter together each week, which is an honor to do. Maybe I'm tired tonight. Maybe I'm getting old and cranky. Maybe, maybe.... But tonight these stories, tributes, musings, have touched to me more than usual. The sacrifice that our Marines and their families are making for our country is beyond description. To see their efforts marginalized, belittled, or even ignored is not acceptable. There is section of society that does not understand this sacrifice. They have my contempt. Forgiveness is not an option.
God Bless them all. Oh yea...Happy Thanksgiving!
Semper fi
Sgt Grit

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Other DI's saying

In answer to John W. Brooker's boot camp "Maggot" name calling, my memory lets me recall "You poor fu**ing civilians" Used by SSGT. William Steve Trope. I remember other DI's saying they could tell who was marching their plt. across the parade field by the sound of his voice.

I hated him at the time and I think that is what he wanted. But it might have saved lives when in combat. Thanks Sgt. Trope where ever you are and Bless the Marines in harms way.
R. Moyers PI Dec. 51

It's Not Goint To Be

In Aug. 1988, (3rd phase) our SDI had a school circle, he said boys: "Look at the recruit to your right, know look at the recruit at your left! Remember there faces, You boys are going to war, and it's not going to be with a European Nation!" SOB! Three years later I was headed to Desert Shield/Storm! Our SDI was right! He taught us everything he knew, because he knew where we were headed! The nastiest SOB you could meet, but he probably saved my life!
Semper FI SSGT WILSON, Plt. 1066!
Semper Fi to all my Bros and Sisters!
Harry N.

21st January One-Niner Six-Eight

I remember 21st January one-niner six-eight, I still think in my head it was 05:00 in the morning, but the history books say it was 05:30, because I didn't sleep one bit that night, because it was hot, we were airwing, two chopper teams, sleeping in one hootch, officers and enlisted, that night, my gunner, Cpl Bo,"HMM-362", we were "Ugly Angels", was reading a magazine, I looked across the aisle, and asked him "hey Bo, what are you reading?, He told me, I looked at him and laughed and asked him "and who's your buddy reading with you? He looked to his right as he was laying on a wooden cot with a sleeping bag on top, He was startled and jumped up cause there was a big white rat as big as a cat just standing about a foot from his right ear, the rat must have been reading too.....ha, ha,....lights went out at about 22:00 hundred, I said to myself, I am going to jump in my sleeping bag and cover up to my head so the damn rats wont get on me. Too hot, I got out of my bag and layed there awake, one rat walked across my stomach from right to left, and I said to hell with this, back in the bag I go, then another big rat ran across my bag later on, I thought, I don't care, its too hot, out I go.....didn't sleep one bit on account of those damn rats, then, I hear a loud "Boom", I was about 3 or 4 racks from the door to the hootch, there were 4 pilots and 4 crew members, believe me, I was the first one that hit the door, and I was sleeping in the back of the hootch "thanks to the rats keeping me awake?". We looked like the 3 stooges, cause when I hit that door I stopped suddenly and kicked that door open, and I was just in my white skivies, when I stopped the other marines bumped into me, Bam,Bam,Bam, funny now, but not back then, I looked out, saw the concertina in front of the hootch, and looked to see if there were any gooks or NVA walking around, This was Khe-Sanh, I had been in-Country since July 12th 1967, I had learned not to be stupid and run out and get my ass KIA'D, I ran out, everybody following, made a right turn, went down some dirt steps to the Special Forces Bunker, where an Army Gunny was sleeping like a M-F-. I pounded on the door, yelled "open up, we are taking incoming, no answer, waited 30 or 40 seconds, more pounding, A$$hole wouldn't open the F*ck'n door,all this time we are taking incoming, I looked to the left as I was standing in front of the door, the others were standing on the stairs, then "Boom", the little PX that we had on the Hill, about 50 or 60 yards away, took a direct hit, I don't know if it was a 122 MM rocket or 80MM mortar, I just know the whole wooden shack disintegrated, in front of our eyes, the blast knocked some of my buddies standing on the stairs, I was yelling now, "Open up the F- door, we are taking incoming D@MN IT! I looked at one of the pilots,"officer", cant remember who he was, I almost told the pilot, Sir, tell this F- idiot, to open the door,give him an order! I was just a 2 year-old Corporal, then the Gunny answered, "thats not incoming, thats outgoing"!!, I yelled "Bullsh!t", we're taking incoming, open up the F- Door. Man, was I p!ssed, we all piled in the bunker, it had windows on the side, we got our @ss pounded till it got light, I looked outside, there was a red fog hanging outside, I thought Bullsh!t, I'm not dying in my skivies, I asked the Gunny for a gas mask, nobody had one, I kept asking for a gas mask, then I said I am going to go and get my flight suit, my flight boots, and my 38 revolver, I got as far as the top of the stairs, had to turn back, gas had my eyes watering, snoot coming out of my nose, couldn't breath, finally got back to normal after awhile, kept asking for a gas mask, then the Gunny finally brought one out, "No Sh!t Gunny, Thanks", put it on, went up the stairs, right into the hootch, looking around for my sh!t, couldn't see too good, scared sh!tless, first thing I picked up was my 38, that was my priority, we didn't know if we had been overrun by the NVA, there were a lot of NVA around Khe-Sanh, believe me, I saw them with my own eyes, fighting Sons Of B!tches, believe me, still looking for my shit, then the d@mn door flew open, I'm still in my skivies, holding my flight suit and boots with my left hand and forearm, scared the living sh!t out of me when my gunner "Bo" opened the door, I dropped down on a rack right arm outstretched with my 38, couldn't see too good with the gas mask on, hesitated about two or three seconds, almost shot my gunner, cause I was a scared SOB, I gave him an @ss chewing for not telling me he was coming about a couple of minutes behind me, I had him in my sights, I am glad I didn't shoot, and kill him...I know I would have...we waited till about 10:00 hundred in the morning and finally got out of the bunker, went to the flight line, checked out our birds, mine took some small shrapnel in the engine, but it was still flyable, the other chopper was down with shrapnel on the clam shell doors and went into the engine. All this time we are taking incoming, finally got the go-ahead, and started re-supplying, getting KIA's and wounded stretcher cases off of Hills 881 North, 881 South, Hill 861, "that was one of the looongggesst days of my life.

I was only 20 years old, a crew-chief, machine-gunner, I tried to do my best, I have greeeaaat respect for my two pilots, cant remember their names, my other gunner, Cpl Jimmy Villarreal, a Doctor now practicing in San Antonio, I just want you "BAD-@SS fighting Marines on those hills, to know I tried to do my best, and I have the greatest admiration and "RESPECT" for you 0311's, but your blood ran red on my chopper belly, I will never forget that, a lot of you made it, some didn't,for you were and are my brothers in combat, and you will always live in my heart and mind.

If I had to do it over again, I would not hesitate one second, ask any questions, WE would be there for you..............

We are Marines, We were born Marines, are Marines, and We will die "Like Marines"....

I cry when I remember a lot of things, what? you think Marines don't have no feelings?

Don't get me wrong, I am a "Mean SOB", but my heart now rules this 57 year old Marine.

I'm sorry I didn't do enough for you my brother, Marines.

God Bless and Keep the young Marines safe and out of harm in Iraq. I know my little brothers are paying a big price over there, I just wish I could take one of those young Marines place, but do you actually think he "would let Me". The wolf has to run....it has been a long, long, time....Sgt. J "MadWolf" Mena, Khe-Sanh 67-68, HMM-362, Crew-chief-Machine-gunner,YL-2
The rest is HISTORY.......

Dan Lisowe

Just want to thank everyone who offered their wonderful words of support. I had no idea my letter was even published let alone read by anyone. Thanks Sgt. Grit. To the Marine wife, I give my thanks. A good Marine wife is like precious gold. I should know, I have one. I commend you for standing by your man. Also to Ray Walker I say thanks for your words of encouragement. Also to Angie I say thanks, you will never know just how much I appreciate you. I want to tell you all that I just started with a support group with the VA. I went all these years not knowing there were so many good people that wanted to help me. Well, all I can say is thanks and I wish I could give you all a big hug. This really means a lot to me. To the Marine wife and all Marine wives and especially the children I salute you.
Semper Fi, God bless, L/CPL
Dan Lisowe
My e-mail address: dan949@aol.com

And Walked Away

In August of 1953, I was a 'Boot' in Platoon 288, PI, and we were in the middle of our 2 weeks on the Rifle Range. One day we were in the prone position doing 'slow fire'(one '30' at a time). I was laying next to one of my platoon 'boots'(who would later be discharged before completing boot camp) and the 'coach', who was a Buck Sgt., was helping him with his windage adjustments, when, all of a sudden, because he couldn't hear the Coach, he turned his head, and at the same time, The M-1 with a round in the chamber!-----at that exact moment the Sgt. put his 'boondocker' in the middle of his face and grabbed the rifle----a Warrant Officer, who was in charge of the firing line, was nearby and said, "Someone get a medic up here for this Ass Hole", and walked away without uttering even a word to the Sgt.!----Needless to say, that REALLY got the point home to the rest of us-----Always, Always keep the weapon pointed toward the 'Butts'!
Ron Dohre, '53', '54', '55'

The Wall Street Journal

"Some 40 Marines have just lost their lives cleaning out one of the world's worst terror dens, in Fallujah, yet all the world wants to talk about is the NBC videotape of a Marine shooting a prostrate Iraqi inside a mosque. ... The al-Zarqawi TV network, also known as Al-Jazeera, has broadcast the tape to the Arab world, and U.S. media have also played it up. The point seems to be to conjure up images again of Abu Ghraib, further maligning the American purpose in Iraq. Never mind that the pictures don't come close to telling us about the context of the incident, much less what was on the mind of the soldier after days of combat. Put yourself in that Marine's boots. He and his mates have had to endure some of the toughest infantry duty imaginable, house-to-house urban fighting against an enemy that neither wears a uniform nor obeys any normal rules of war. ... When not disemboweling Iraqi women, these killers hide in mosques and hospitals, booby-trap dead bodies, and open fire as they pretend to surrender. Their snipers kill U.S. soldiers out of nowhere. According to one account, the Marine in the videotape had seen a member of his unit killed by another insurgent pretending to be dead. Who from the safety of his Manhattan sofa has standing to judge what that Marine did in that mosque?" --The Wall Street Journal

ATM Machine

Marine:
1. pull up to ATM machine
2. roll down window
3. insert ATM card
4. enter PIN number
5. retrieve cash
6. drive away

Air Force:
1. pull up to ATM machine
2. open door (to far away from machine)
3. search through 13 pockets in brief case for card
4. insert ATM card
5. remove card
6. insert card correct way
7. search for paper with PIN number on it
8. enter PIN
9. enter correct PIN
10. retrieve cash
11. drive off
12. reverse back to machine
13. retrieve ATM card
14. drive away two blocks
15. release hand brake

SSgt Huntsinger

They Raised Their Arms

Re: the Marine who has been charged with killing a wounded terrorist! Shortly after landing at Inchon two Marines at a check point were approached by two Korean women-who wore the white long flowing robes that was their native dress. As they passed the Marines they raised their arms as a possible signal that they were surrendering or were unarmed. What they were actually doing was releasing grenades that had been placed in their arm pits with pins pulled. The grenades fell to the ground at the feet of the Marines. Fortunately they were not wounded too seriously ( the women were unharmed)! After that experience the word went out "All" Civilian Koreans, regardless of gender would be ordered to strip before approaching our checkpoints. We were young and inexperienced, but we learned fast that enemy could be anyone and their mission was to kill us anyway they could!
MGYSGT R.E. Hoffmann (Retired)

Chuckles

When I was in Korea (1953 I-3-7 USMC) We got Chuckles with our rations. In my bunker, under one of the com wire bunks was hundreds of Chuckle packages. The funny thing I remember is that only the ( black licorice) were usually missing. Every time I see Chuckles, you know what pops into my head.
Semper Fi
Charles Harvey

I Got two Sergeants Major With Me

I'm beebopping along a couple of weeks in the field and someone informs me that the battalion Sergeant Major requests my presence. "Oh no" I thought, and went to report. Well it turns out that the battalion SGTMAJ has invited the SGTMAJ of Fleet Marine Force Atlantic/Europe (like one or two steps below SGTMAJ of the USMC) for a 'Sunday drive'. "Go get us a HUMVEE hurry up!", bn SGTMAJ tells me, so I double timed it over to the motor pool all draped in camouflaged netting. Of course by that time of morning all the HUMMERs had been dispatched out. A lance corporal had just arrived back from a mission with his HUMVEE, and given the urgency of the situation the dispatcher just told him to give me his trip ticket, that there was no time to conduct the proper procedures for checking a vehicle in/out. I was warned to bring it back in one piece. "Don't worry about it", I say, "I got 2 Sergeants Major with me what could possible go wrong?" So I hopped in the HUMMER with my M16 fully loaded (with blanks lol) and went to pick up my passengers.

I thought this was going to be a simple point a point b trip but bn SGTMAJ had me driving all over fricken Lejeune to show off his old haunts to SGTMAJ FMFLANT/EUR. Now I was starting to get nervous because the name on the trip ticket didn't match my ID plus I had my M16A2 with me in the HUMMER. So finally it was time to head back to our cozy campsite in the deep woods I couldn't wait to get back. This HUMMER had a governor on it so it could only go about 45 miles per hour downhill. Nevertheless I was pushing the pedal to the metal. Bn SGTMAJ sees that I am going over the speed limit in "his house" (Lejeune being his house) and points to the speedometer with this rolled up map (they were sitting in the back seat). So I slowed down to the appropriate speed for a bit and when I determined that the SGTsMAJ were in deep enough conversation I pressed my luck inching up the speed because I just wanted this little adventure to be over. Needless to say, you can't pull one over on a SGTMAJ, he again pointed with his rolled up map to the speedo and for special added effect crowned my brain housing group with it. I was at once cursing under my breath about AMC General's incredible design flaw and laughing (on the inside) at the bn SGTMAJer's antics of tapping me on the grape with his map. It was like a game between us, I would slow down and speed up and get the inevitable tap.

About this time I see up ahead in the bend in the road a few cars slowing down because there was a wild turkey flapping its wings and squawking like it had some kind of beef about the fact somebody had the audacity to build a road in his woods. I just thought all those people slowing down for a damned wild bird was a waste of time, I mean hell, I could shave a few seconds off the trip if I maintained 40 MPH in this 35 zone that bird won't give a hoot, right? So as the HUMMER got closer and closer to the tom, he grew more and more agitated. It was probably the flapping canvas back that ticked him off because he flew up and slammed into the passenger side windshield shattering it before falling away to the side of the road flapping in his death throes. I couldn't believe my bad luck! I ever so subtley lowered my head wondering how many years in Kansas I would be spending for trying to shave a few seconds.

Not knowing what to do now, I pulled over and looked out the back at the flapping bird and asked bn SGTMAJ if he wanted me to go and get it for dinner. You see, it's one of those situations where you're damned if you do, damned if you don't, I'm sure no matter what I had done the next was predestined by fate. Bn SGTMAJ began whacking me on the head repeatedly "Just get us back there!" he yelled. Hmm so now it was OK to speed and I was still getting hit lol. So I took my passengers directly to CIC and bn SGTMAJ hopped out even before the vehicle came to a full and complete stop. He ran in and blabbed to all the officers that the bn commander's driver had just murdered a poor innocent wild tom turkey.

I took the HUMMER back to Motor T and gave the LCPL his trip ticket. I skated back over to security bivouac to take a nap before that night's mission while he was stuck having to explain how the windshield was broken while dispatched to him lol. ScottieD

Standing At The End

At ease men, smoking lamp is lit. Ah the good old days, when the grunts could do their job without some politically correct moron with a camera trying to make us out as the villains. My Drill Instructor, S/Sgt J J McDermott platoon 1060, Parris Island class of 66, let all of us "future Marines" know that you do not want to finish second in a fire fight. There is no such thing as a fair fight. You always want to be the one standing at the end and you will get to make the rules. I hope everyone can understand how I feel about this business in the SandPits. Nuff Said

Mr Buchanan is right. I know we were taught to never volunteer for anything but if we do not tell the young people of the problems we endured after our time under the gun, they will never know. I know it is hard to think back and try to tell someone. From personal experience this past Veterans Day, I thought I could get up and tell some things about the guys I was with in the Nam. I choked and genuinely was a wuss. Without going into some morbid details, I did manage to get a point across that it was tough time. If we do not tell of the Heroes that we served with, their names will be forgotten and as tough as it was, I chose to do it. I do not regret it.

Keep the faith Bros and Sisters, Semper Fi and God Bless.
Ron Shouse
Nam Survivor Class of 67/68

Was Summoned

Sgt Grit,
This 10 Nov 2004 reminds me of 42 years ago when I was picked as the youngest Marine in Headquarters Company 6th Marines to cut the Birthday cake.

At the time I was serving with Headquarters Company 6th Marines in the Radio Relay section when one night, either in late October or early November we were rousted from our racks loaded into cattle cars, sent to Cherry Point, loaded on C-130's and sent to Cuba during the Cuban Missile Crisis.

I was in a radio relay position on a mountain top and was summoned to the company area and given the honor of cutting the cake with the oldest Marine in the company. I remember that day each year on our Birthday.

Although there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about the Corps and my experiences from the Cuban Crisis thru Vietnam and everything in-between. What a great time that was.

Maybe it means more to me this year because I just had undergone a 4 way bypass and realize how fragile life is for us old guys, but even more fragile for our younger brothers and sisters fighting in Iraq. Pray for them.

Sgt Grit, one of your bumper stickers is getting a lot of attention on my car.

U.S. Marines, Travel agents to Allah.

Semper Fi & Happy Birthday Marines
Jim Barr USMC 61 to forever

1954 Flap For Indochina

In reply to Merle-
Yes, I remember the spring 1954 flap for Indochina- Even the Second Division got involved. I was in H&S-4-10 -We packed for a couple days and loaded six-bys and headed for Morehead City to load on APA's but, at the last minute , it was called off. Needless to say, we were sadly-sadly disappointed. Still think we should have bailed them out at Dien Bin Phu in 54 and our brothers later wouldn't have had to play games in Nam. Like you, I feel like "I wonder if it really happened" as no one ever talks about the fact that all the jarheads were saddling up then and it never came out in the paper or the history books. Semper Fi!
Rod Rhoads 1953-1957 Sgt, USMC

Unwrapped Present

Time once again for our 5th (might even be 6th) annual Toys for Tots Christmas Party. In our tradition, we ask each invitee to bring a new unwrapped present and I will provide the food and drinks. Our local recruiter, Sgt Smith, will be in attendance and will be the highlight of our evening. I live outside of Longmont, Colorado so any of you Marines, past, present, or future, want to join in and be part of the brotherhood, RSVP to gerard43@yahoo.com . All are welcome in my home. I would love to see the rest of my brothers out there start a similar tradition to help their local communities. Semper Fi means just that, ALWAYS faithful.
G Torres

Perspired Several Times

Yesterday being Veteran's Day and the day after the Marine Corps birthday, I was feeling full of myself and very gungy. I went over to the local elementary school where the little children in grades 2, 3 and 4 were going to present a program in honor of the veterans in Wayne County. I wore my satin Marine Corps jacket from back in 1960 when I became a WM and walked into the building like I was hot stuff. Greeted some of the veterans I knew and as I was about to sit down, two of my very favorite veterans surrounded me and asked that I sit here with them. I did. The gentleman on my left is a WW11 Pearl Harbor survivor. The gentleman on my right is a Silver Star and Bronze star holder for action in WW11 in Italy. Proud as I am of my Marine Corps service I was humbled by these two gentlemen who did so much while all I did was peck on a typewriter all day long.

The program was wonderful as these little ones lifted their high sweet voices in song to honor us. My eyes perspired several times and when the little ones sang the Marines Hymn I stood and clapped and was soon joined by two young male Marines. Fewer Prouder. I'd say so.

I bristle like a porcupine when people see my Marine Corps decal on my truck and ask if my husband was in the Corps. I tell them No I was and I love to watch them take a mental step back, like I might just bite them. HE HEE.
Semper fi
Paula Altland Barnhart
USMC 1960-62

Finally Convinced

Good morning Sgt. Grit
Can I reply to a letter ---to L/Cpl Dan Lisowe, Ky. 3rdMarDiv, hang in there brother!! what you are going through alot of us feel the same way, I was with the 3rd also and had a difficult time adjusting to the world when I came back. I went to the VA Hospital in Pittsburgh, PA. and finally decided to go through some counseling (I fought against it, but my wife and family finally convinced me it was for the best. The short of it is the counseling did eventually help and it helped me to put things and my life a normal order (what the hell normal is) so I could move forward with my life and this maybe something you can look into. I feel the same about movies and don't watch anything having to do with Nam. I've found out that this is a thing that you have to deal with yourself (with help from others) and you have to realize we did what we were told to do and had to do. We followed orders and served our country ----- what more can be asked or said of a man? You're a Marine and did your Duty! Veterans Day is a rough time for me as well and like you I am very proud to be a Marine but the day brings back a flood of bad memories and no matter how much I try not to think about them they still come. All I can tell you is you are not ALONE! you have many brothers behind and beside you! As I was reading this list this morning your note stuck me, it could have been me writing the same note with the same feeling! I just want you to know you are not alone, there are safety in our numbers and in our ranks!
Semper Fi my BROTHER!
Brown 3rd MarDiv, Pittsburgh, Pa.

Training Pays Off

Dear Sgt. Grit,
My only son just returned from the "sand-box"---aka, Iraq! Thank God he returned safely physically and mentally. All that good training pays off! I asked him what it was like and he said "we just went from one shithole to another!" Thirty eight years ago we were saying the same thing, just another time and place!
Semper Fi!
Stu
MSgt. (Ret.)

43 Years Later

Dear Sgt. Grit
Back in 1957 was the last time I fired the rifle range ( I think it was down below 33 area). I was shooting pretty good well enough for expert so I get to 500 yard line and I decided if the first shot hits the bullseye I'm going to put all 10 rounds there.

The first shot was in the black but down about 8 o'clock so I moved 2 clicks over and up one, the next shot was a pin wheel and most of the next rounds hit the plug that was used to show where the bullet hit. My shooting attracted the attention of some Marine Reserves and I heard this Captain say" Now when you people learn to shot like that you will be real Marines". Well needless to say I felt pretty good and added the silver bar to my shooting badge showing I was a 3 time expert.

43 years later I join a trap shooting club and I'm not very good. I'm hitting around 12 out of 25. then about a month ago the guys asked me to participate in this game, the way its played you have a line of shooters the first 3 guys get ready to shoot, If the first guy misses the second guy shoots and if he misses the third guy shoots and so on down the line.

To my surprise I start hitting the clay pigeon the other guys are missing especially when the pigeons that are thrown off to the left. I hit them about 8 to 10 feet just before they hit the ground. And hear the guys saying "Did you see that shot thats impossible". Well we kept shooting and after awhile I ran out of ammo but one of the members said " don't worry about it and gave me several more rounds.

Finally everyone has been eliminated except for one other guy and me we kept shooting until I finally missed one.

Then I was reading a book written by one our brother Marines he said" It is not uncommon for experts with the rifle to be good trap shooters". It must be true even 43 years after the fact.
S/Sgt Norm Barnes (1953-1957)

Able To Serve

Sgt. Grit,
Just wanted to say 'Happy Birthday'. I also want to say 'Thank You' to all of the Marines that came before me and 'Thank You' to all of the Marines who are serving now. I thank God for our freedom, but I mostly thank God for the United States Marine Corps. I am so very proud to be a 3rd generation Marine in my family and for being able to serve our great nation. Ooh-Rah and Semper Fi.
Shaun P. McClearn
CPL '93-'97

On My Feet

It was a wet and cold fall day as the young Pfc took his post. He was guarding and armory of M-14 rifles. His post was to only be 4 hours. During his tour he was challenged by the OOD. The time came to be relieved, no one came and four more hours went by. The Pfc was on post still the next morning as the old OOD was leaving and noticed the Pfc was back on post. He asked the Pfc when he would get relieved and the Pfc told him he had been on post since the last time the major had seen him. Needless to say when the Major got to the guard shack the #$^&@& hit the fan. The Pfc was relieved as so was the Sergeant. I tell this story to people I work with when they tell me they just can't go on or their "feet" hurt. I am a diabetic and am loosing the feeling in my feet. But I still work 40+ a week on my feet. And when I just can't go on I remember that Pfc.
M.B. Massey 75-86 Sergeant USMC

I Was In Shock

Sgt Grit
Last night, November 17, 2004, I received a phone call from a Marine I served with aboard MCB Camp Pendleton. I have not heard from him in many months since separating Feb of 03. This was not a call I was expecting or wanted. I was informed that a Marine, a brother in arms, had lost his life in Iraq. I was in shock. You see on the news and read in the paper, even hear on the radio the death reports and such but for one of them to be someone you knew and worked with and helped train I can not even explain. This Marine IS Byron Norwood and he came to us from a Reserve Unit in Austin TX. I have a lot of respect for him wanting to go AD and I tried to teach him things to help him stay out of trouble and stay alive but with me not ever seeing any combat I could not help him there. Byron served with Javelin Platoon, Weapons Company 3rd Btn 1st MarDiv. I am currently trying to get the names of others who have fallen during OIF and I would like to have their names placed in the news letter as a memorial to everyone of them. Tomorrow is Byrons funeral and if anyone is reading this and they knew Byron I want to express to them how much I hurt for their loss. They are not alone in their grieving. To all present Marines do the job you are sent to do and come home to your family. To all future Marines prepare yourself and be ready to take over the missions go across the pond kick a** and come home. To all former Marines THANK YOU.
John Hardin
Cpl Wpns Co, 3/1 Javelin Plt
1995-2003

C Rations

Concerning your request for some C ration tales: In 1951 Korea we lived mostly on C rations and after awhile you had established your favorites. They were all lousy when eaten cold but with a little sterno or composition C-3 to heat them up some, they were more palatable. My personal favorites were beans and franks or spaghetti and meatballs. I once witnessed a fist fight between two Marines who were good buddies to each other over a can of beans and franks. Someone finally stopped the carnage and tossed in a second can of same. Afterwards they were still good bunker buddies. Only in the CORPS!
Mel Sinclair Sgt. 50-53

60th Anniversary Iwo Jima Landing.

Ira H. Hayes American Legion Post 84 cordially invites everyone to attend events which include a banquet, parade, massing of colors, wreath laying, dedication of POW/MIA memorial, military fly-over, lunch, gourd dancing and a social powwow on Saturday, February 18-19, 2005, in Sacaton, Arizona. All Veterans Organizations (veteran color guard/honor guard, etc.), families and friends are welcome to our community event.

Ira H. Hayes American Legion Post 84, P. O. Box 186, Sacaton, AZ 85247; 520-562-8484 (fax 520-562-3297) ihpost84@gilanet.net

For parade information, contact Robert or Josie Delsi 520-836-1022 kakar_delsi@cgmailbox.com

He Was 19

Sgt,
Just received bad news from Iraq. LCpl Phillip West of India Co. 3/1 was killed by an IED. He was 19 years old and from what his family has told me was damn proud to be a Marine. I never got to meet LCpl West, but I work with his father and his uncle. If any of your readers would like to send condolences, and show his family that they are members of our family as well, you can send them to wolfpacksct@sbcglobal.net. I will ensure that they all get to the family.
Semper Fi,
Paris

Hot Muggy Day

Dear Sgt. Grit:
It was a hot muggy day, as most were in Viet Nam, and a young immature Naval Lt. who had just landed his Swift Boat ran forward, shot a young retreating wounded Viet Cong and then returned to his home Base where he promptly wrote himself up for a Silver Star and a Purple Heart. Wow!, what a hero! Fast forward to this month in Iraq, our young Marine does the same thing. No Silver Star, no Purple Heart no NOTHING!!!
Can anyone see the similarity in these situations.
Give me a break, it's combat, kill or be killed.
Give the kid a medal and let's get on with it!
Sincerely,
William C. Kohler
Capt. USMCret
1947-1973

Saluting

Now interesting is the military phenomenon of saluting!

In the beginning, warriors simply raised their 'sword hand" to show that they were unarmed and came in peace. Later, armored knights raised their visors to allow eye-to-eye contact. Through the years the gesture became more formalized into the warrior's salutation that we enjoy today. We would like to think that every salute is given with the crisp parade-ground precision drilled into us by our drill instructors, but it's interesting to see the variances that exist today:

The crisp salute given "in the rear", when everyone is well-fed, showered, in grand spirits, in the true spirit of warrior comradely.

The sloppy, curved hand salute given with a wry grin, between two Marines buddies, generally signifying "Semper Fi Mac, next time you get the sh*t detail, pal..."

And the lack of a salute in combat, indicating that a subordinate doesn't want to give that enemy sniper any indication that he is speaking with a superior officer.

The salute given by the cat officer, telling that F-18 pilot, "I'm about to put your butt in the air so fast your eyeballs'll be in the back seat. And the returning salute from the pilot that says, "Take your best shot..."

The salute rendered by the plane captain to the returning pilot that says, "I see you made it back, glad to see you, glad you didn't break my bird." And the returned salute that says, "I'm back, we kicked a$$, and I didn't break your bird."

The sloppy salute given by a little kid, who wants to grow up and be just like Daddy. Incorrect, but made up with enthusiasm.

The slow, sexy salute given by a gate sentry (at the proper time and place) to that pretty young lady, just to make her blush...

And that slow, sad salute given to the loved one of a fallen Marine when the folded Colors are presented on behalf of a grateful Nation.

And that embarrassing left handed salute given by a flustered private the first time he's got to report his post to his first, real, live Marine Officer, and forgets that he's supposed to grab the rifle sling with his left hand, and salute with his right... (The officer was kind enough to make a gentle correction, and not bust my skull for messing up.)

The trembling salute of an aged veteran.

The trembling salute of a son or grandson as his forefather's casket is carried to the grave...

The flippant gesture, full of 30 years of service of a senior SNCO to the General officer that he followed when he was a Private, and the Officer was a Lieutenant, and they weren't sure if they would live through the day.

Ah, a small gesture, but what a wonderful one, eh?
Semper Fi!
William R. Benson

Our Reporters

Sgt. Grit: This Kevin Sites must of have thought he was invited to a tea party.. His grasp at recognition has cost a Marine perhaps a miserable future. I will never forget the name and I will never give him any honor. Our reporters are more suspect to me than hardened criminals. They are in the same boat in that they commit atrocities to our soldiers characters when they report the things of war in a manor such as he did. Where are you Ernie Pyle? regards to all soldiers and Marines in particular. Semper Fidelis, Joe Tirrell


Washington, D.C.
October 3, 1863
By the President of the United States of America.

A Proclamation.


The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theater of military conflict; while that theater has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom.

No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People.

I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.

In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the Seal of the United States to be affixed.

Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the Unites States the Eighty-eighth.

By the President: Abraham Lincoln

Gave Others The Chance

Yo Grit,
I totally agree with the comments of Schmidt. I was a combat Marine in Nam during the 68 year of horror, and there were and are times that we as combatants, whether they be Marines, Army, Navy or whomever, are exposed to horrors that no one in their right mind can comprehend or understand. We run across a situation like what has just occurred in Iraq, having suffered the shock of seeing our buddy killed and ourselves physically wounded, not to mention the shock to our psyche, and some armchair political A&sH*l% says that the marine in question is wrong and needs to face charges as a war criminal. I say, give the man a medal, he did his job, and protected himself and those around him. He gave others the chance to survive and to fight another day, he saved another mother from having to mourn the loss of her child, and he gave a radical bastard the opportunity to meet the devil face to face earlier than he had expected.
John R. Wright, 2270190
Cpl USMC 4/66-4/70

Ride The River

Rumpled
Dirty
Sand
Tan
Brown
Battledress
Worn webgear
Camelbacks
Camouflaged
"K-Pots"
Gear-hung
Flak vests
Scuffed boots
Sun-glassed
Fatigue-smudged
Eyes
Meticulously maintained
M-16's
SAWs
Razor-sharpened
Combat knives
Skoal
Marlboros
Dogtags
MREs
Brothers
Much closer than
Friends
Door-kickers
Throwers-in
Of grenades
Coverers of backs
Comrades in arms
Gearing up
Sergeants doing
Final checks
Issuing ammo
For the next assault
Veterans
Grunts
Wild Ones
Lean
Mean
Gunslingers
Family
As they say in south Texas
"They'll do to
Ride the river with"

Don Kaag
LTC, Armor, AUS (Ret.)
(...and former Sgt. & Cpt. of Marines)

Everything But Canonize

John Kerry admitted to intentional war crimes and the major media did everything but canonize him. A U.S. Marine shoots an enemy whom he has every right to believe is getting ready to attack him and the major media tries to demonize him.

This is a national disgrace, not what the Marine did but what the media is doing.
Copyright © 2004 Charlie Daniels

Front Page?

Sergeant Grit.
On page 7A of the 11-22-04 Newspaper USA Today printed a well worded article on Sergeant Rafael Peralta Titled: Hero Shielded Grenade To Save Others.

My question is. Why was this article not placed on the front page of your newspaper? Sergeant Peralta sacrificed his own life to save his fellow squad members. No bigger sacrifice can be made from one person. This Marine should receive the Medal of Honor for his selfless act.

Now look at the front page of this same newspaper. You see the main article is on the NBA fight. Why?

I for one believe this Marines selfless act of heroism should make the front page of all the newspapers across the United States. Tell this story for all to see. And give this Marine the respect and Honor due him.

Respectfully
Mark A Brooks
Sergeant Of Marines
1978-1981

Short Rounds

People are always asking me if i've graduated from college, and i tell USMC. University San Mateo California.
LCPL. Marquez 1st Bn 5th Mar San Mateo Semper Fi Marines


i need you home baby i need you home
Jamey


The marine in Fallujah, who shot the insurgent, and saved his buddies and himself, should of turned his rifle on Kevin Sites the newsman.
Al Simmons US Marine 1950-1955


Just a note today we lost a Marine and my friend, he was Pfc. Hobart Ezell, a Marine who lasted only three days on Iwo as flame-thrower. Wounded, endured six month re-hab, I just had to post this as we sometimes forget those of past wars, George Ellis, S/Sgt 780th F.A. Korea.... Semper fi. Old friend.........


I wonder how many Marines feel as I do? When I hear of our Brothers going into battle, I go in with them. When I hear of a Brother lost, my heart cries for him and his family. When I hear of a battle won, I rejoice in the victory.
Simper Fi Marines
God Bless
Gray G. W., 3rd MAW 71-75


Sir
You can take the Marine out of the Battle,
But you can't take the Battle out of a Marine.
L/cpl Appling
68 to 70, 2315050


He played dead, the Marine simply accommodated.
WMD


I am one of the marines in Iraq and reading this email asking for prayers for all of us out hear really is cool thank you LCPL.GARZA 3rd LAR BN.
SIMPER FI AND GOD BLESS


the marine that shot the Iraqi {person} should be awarded a SILVER STAR for saving the life of his buddy and that photographer. maybe that photo. man should carry a weapon instead of a camera. give him a taste of combat instead of just observing it. Cpl. A.J.Dobies U.S.M.C.1950-1954--------


if you do not shoot the Iraqi who was playing dead you are derelict in your duty. J M OKEL CORPORAL of MARINES 1676038 1957 60


Sgt Grit,
Just wanted to let you know that I have volunteered and have be re-activated to full active duty status. I report this Friday for Orders in Quantico. I'll keep you posted.
GySgt Faz
(again)


Authorized use of deadly force
(paragraph 3.2 and E2.1.1)
Enough said!
MSgt Montney


Two things they teach Marines:
1. Keep your priorities in order
2. Know when to act without hesitation
CC


America!
Home of the free
Because of the brave
Semper fi
Sgt Grit

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