Reading the inputs reminds me of my 4 years in the Corps from 1942 to 1946. Especially remembered the landing on Tarawa. The article on Parris Island brought back memories from 1942. The marches at two in the morning with locker boxes instead of rifles. The fun of "right shouldering" your box. Or watching a boot digging a 4 foot deep hole to bury his imagined cockroach! My second trip overseas to participate in the A bomb test at Eniwetok was much more fun.
Harry Nadin #451485 (You never forget your serial number do you!)
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Put My Mind To It
greetings sgt. grit
was up kind of late tonight, reading some of the letters posted here. lots of good stuff. it reminded me of a day on the grinder in boot camp, san diego, late spring, 1966. drill instructors are true wizards when it comes time to find a weak spot and put you through the paces. i was prior canadian military, and by god, they made use of it that day on the grinder. they sat the entire series down and started calling cadence, so that i by just myself would march around for what seemed an eternity, of course they wanted me to do it canadian style, which of course is closely styled to the british, vastly different from american close order drill, after a short while they were laughing at me so hard they threw their smokey bear hats onto the deck. but after the initial embarrasment, i really put my mind to it, cause i still felt plenty of pride in my northern brothers and i think eventually so did my d.i's and fellow recruits. it was quite recently that i found out just how many canadians ended up in the Corps and fought and died in nam. there is a miniature nam memorial wall in windsor ontario, canada, with a long list of U.S. Marines that never made it home. i was proud to serve, still wear t-shirts and covers with the patch on it. recently you sent me my nam unit patch that i had sowed on my bike leathers. not a day goes by that i don't think like a jarhead. my drill instructors should be proud, cause there is very little of their training that i have forgotten.
2221631, plt. 189 66-69
cpl. harald bierke
53 Cent Checks
After boot camp in '84 I was sent to communications school in 29 Palms. Upon graduation a buddy of mine and I were assigned to HQ Btry. 5/11. At the time it was located on the other side of the base there and a mere walking distance from the school. Everyone from the class was sent to FMF units all over the globe and issued a check for transportation fee which made since for Marines relocating to the East coast or to Okinawa , but for my buddy and myself relocating three miles down the road from school our check was factored out to 53 cents .We laughed about it since it probably cost the government more to print that check than what it was worth. I ended up putting my check in a log book and forgot about it while my buddy actually put his into a frame. About eight months later a Lieutenant from the base finance came by or work shop looking for us and wanted to know why our checks had not been cashed. He pulled out a ledger with our name and check numbers in it. Can you believe he loaded us up into a jeep, drove us to the base PX and watched us cash the checks? Then again I wished I had that Marine officer in charge of my current bank accounts.
Steve Parker 2531 USMC
The Forgotten 3rd Platoonâ€”No More
For those who managed to escape death or injury, fate had picked the 46 Marines and their Lt for an important role in Mt. Suribachi's capture. They would raise the 1st flag, but because of Mr. Rosenthal's 2nd flag picture the 3rd platoon would be relegated to historical obscurity. Not only was the 3rd platoon the real flag-raising heroes, but they probably showed as much spirit in battle as any comparable group, with members receiving a Congressional Medal of Honor, three Navy Crosses, one Silver Star, one Bronze star and over 100 percent Purple Hearts.
After 60 years of obscurity on November 10th 2006, the 231st birthday of Marine Corps, 7 of the 8 surviving members of the 3rd platoon received a warm Marine Corps and Washington D.C. welcome. Besides having front row seats at the opening of the new USMC Museum, they were honored guests of GEN Peter Pace, USMC, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, at the Recruiting Command's birthday ball.
On 11 November, Veterans Day, they were special guests of President Bush and the First Lady for breakfast at the White House, and at Arlington National Cemetery for the program. While at the White House they met with GEN Magnus, the Assistant Commandant. That afternoon they visited the WWII Memorial.
The seven members are: 1Lt Keith Wells, 3rd platoon Commander [ Navy Cross, Bronze Star, Purple Heart]; Cpl Chuck Lindberg, 1st flag raiser, [Silver Star]; Cpl. Richard Wheeler [Purple Heart]; Pvt. Ken Espenes [2 Purple Hearts]; Pvt. John Scheperle [2 Purple Hearts]; Pvt. Bill Wayne [Purple Heart]; and Pvt. James Rigney [Purple Heart].
The MOH was awarded to Pfc. Donald J. Ruhl [posthumously], the other Navy Cross recipients were: Sgt. Thomas, "Boots" Thomas and Navy Corpsman John Bradley [2nd flag picture].
Submitted by: Richard Sallee
After Our Hair Cut
Sgt. Grit I had a similar experience as the gentleman in this weeks letter had with his father not recognizing him when he seen him at Recruit Depot. Jan. 1952 my best friend and I were just starting Boot Camp at MCRD San Diego and had just got our hair cut. My friend ( Jack Johnson )and I had known each other since we were about 7 years old. Anyway we had got back to our Quonset Hut after our hair cut and were standing about 3 or 4 feet from each other and did not recognize each other as the hair cut changed our appearance.
Ira Joseph 1224347 USMC- PFC.
1-11-52 to 1-10-56
Oh, Very Little
Thanks for your weekly email with stories and memories from the "common Marine" â€“truly the "uncommon man" (and woman) in today's society. I served during the Vietnam era. I "volunteered" for two tours in Vietnam (or as correctly written; Viet Nam). My first tour was in a communications unit, "in the rear with the gear." While attempting to learn the Vietnamese language I became acquainted with Father Twan, a Catholic priest and teacher at the Sao Mai Catholic School in DaNang. The school had first through 12th grades. He knew the English language better than I and had translated English books into Vietnamese, but had a significant accent and wanted someone with an American accent to talk to his high school English class. I ended up talking to them once a week â€“ actually reading their assignment to them, for the whole semester. Close to Christmas-time, 1965, I asked him what the children would be getting for Christmas. He responded, "Oh, very little." Part of my duties during that time was to coordinate with the Air Force cargo terminal at the airfield to keep track of our urgent air shipments. I found several pallets of children's toys that had been shipped by Americans to the Air Force Relief Organization, c/o DaNang. I asked everyone in the area who was to get these toys, but everyone said they did not know of an "AFRO" and volunteered that they were just in the way. I quickly got one of our 6x6 trucks and moved the toys to our supply area. (I always operated on the theory that it is easier to get forgiveness than permission.) I then got the Comm Support Company Commander to OK a Christmas party for the Sao Mai School, with the Sergeant Major playing Santa Claus. The Sergeant Major was not too happy when he found out, but we had a wonderful party at the school where every child received two age appropriate toys. Shortly thereafter Comm Support Co, FMF became 5th Comm Battalion, FMF and I became Company Commander of the Comm Supt Co. Later, on my initiative, 5th Comm Bn. adopted the Danang Catholic orphanage â€“ our Marines loved those waifs.
Thank you again, Sgt Grit, for all the "war stories" you distribute. I cannot resist an attempt to get a plug in about Toys for Tots, sponsored by the Marine Corps Reserves. Marines of all ages should support their local T4T toy drives. If they do not know where to get involved, they can go to www.toysfortots.org and locate their Brother Marines helping kids everywhere.
Semper fi, Ray Huebner, Lt Col, USMC (Ret), Big "D" Detachment, MCL
Topless Round Eyed
In April, 1968 we were at Cubi Point, P.I. on "restriction to base" awaiting orders to Viet Nam (or Korea to retake the U.S.S. Pueblo, depending on the decision of "the brass"). The "rumor mill" said that a topless, "round eyed", all girl American band would be performing at the E.M. club. In my eighteen years associated with the regular and reserve Marine Corps, that was the most unbelievable rumor I ever hear. But since we were restricted to base anyway, I loaded my camera with a 36 exposure roll of film and went to the club early. When I got there and saw a whole platoon of MP's, I began to believe some of the rumor might be true. The place went wild when "The Ladybird's" took the stage. They were, indeed, an all girl, round eyed American band even if they were "fully dressed". The fact that so much of the rumor had proven to be true gave us all some hope. Lo and behold, after about three numbers, they turned their backs to the troops and pulled off "tear aways" from their dresses and preformed the rest of the show topless. The only way you could get within twenty feet of the stage was if you had a camera, so I went up and took some pictures. Then everyone at the table with me borrowed the camera and did the same. So, yes, I have 36 pictures to prove this story! After that, no rumor was to wild to be believed for about six months.
Former Gunnery Sergeant W. J. Williams, USMC and USMCR 1966 to 1991 (with some breaks)
Legend Or "Curse"
This is in reply to the email posted by CPL Michel, MA, 4th Tank Bn.
The legend or "curse" of the Apricot belongs to the Amtrac units and not tanks. I served with 3rd Amtrac Bn in Nam in 67 and 68. We would not allow anyone to bring an apricot onboard an amtrac.
It's taboo. For a detailed explanation of the Apricot and amtracs do a search for Amtrac Platoon website and click on Apricot.
Jim Donegan (SSgt)
3rd Amtrac Bn, 1st Marine Division
Ya Gotta Love Chesty
I also remember a story in boot camp about Chesty Puller, Chesty was inspecting enlisted Marines at a Marine Barracks (I don't recall what barracks) he was accompanied by a young Marine LT. Chesty also knew the nite before some of the Marines were involved in a knock down bar fight and that some were arrested for drunk and disorderly behavior and taken to the brig to cool off.
As Chesty was looking over the squared away and spit and shined Marines, Chesty looks at the LT and says, your Marines look great LT, NOW, take me to the brig so I can meet the real Marines.
There is not many older Marines to remember serving aboard the Banana Fleet. I enlisted in the Marine Corps in May 1934 at the Milk St. Recruiting Office in Boston Ma. After being processed along with seven other from Maine, we were bussed to the docks and put aboard the " Fall River Line ", a coastal Motor Ship. Picked up twenty more in New York and continued down coast to Savannah, Ga. where we were met by two DIs with a Parris Island bus. They were not too happy with us at that point and made it very evident. Soon we were on the cause-way to P I. Our senior D I was Sgt. Tarr and Cpl. Finke was # 2. Both were well tanned from serving in Haiti and Cuba. After 13 grueling weeks we had shaped up enough to pass in revue and graduate to receive the coveted EGA. Some wanted seagoing and we were sent Sea School in Norfolk. then to Gitmo assigned aboard a light Cruiser and 3 Destroyers. Our Mission to protect the interest of DOLE and UNITED FRUIT COs. This covered So. America, Cuba and Haiti. In 1939 I transferred to Combat Div. 3, Battleships, USS IDAHO, USS MISSISSIPPI and NEW MEXICO, I was Flag Orderly to Adm. TAUSSIG aboard the IDAHO, steaming to the Panama Canal when Pearl Harbor was attacked., otherwise we would have been tied up in Pearl on Dec 7th. at Ford Island. I shipped back to Norfolk aboard the USS NITRO. and sent to Washington, 8th & I sts. Marine Barracks awaiting discharge with duty at Arlington
Art York, Gysgt USMC/USMCR
Gunny's Basic Rules
Dear Sgt Grit,
Thought that you might get a kick out of this. I had a copy of it on my desk.
Gunnery Sergeant of Marines (Ret)
THE GUNNY'S BASIC RULES
RULE 1 The Gunny is always right.
RULE 2 In the impossible hypothesis that a subordinate or officer may be right, rule 1 becomes immediately effective.
RULE 3 The Gunny does not sleep; he rests.
RULE 4 The Gunny is never late; he is delayed elsewhere.
RULE 5 The Gunny never leaves his work; his presence is required elsewhere.
RULE 6 The Gunny never reads his paper in the office; he studies.
RULE 7 The Gunny never gossips; he dispenses information.
RULE 8 The Gunny never daydreams; he is in weighty deliberation.
RULE 9 Who ever enters the Gunny's office with a good idea, must leave the office with the Gunny's idea.
RULE 10 The Gunny is always the Gunny; even in a towel and shower shoes *See RULE 1
U.S. Marines are the most peculiar breed of human beings I have ever witnessed. They treat service as if it was some kind of cult, plastering their emblem on almost everything they own, making themselves look like insane fanatics with haircuts to ungentlemanly lengths, worshipping their Commandant almost as if he was a god, and making weird animal noises like a gang of savages.
They'll fight like rabid dogs at the drop of a hat just for the sake of a little action, and are the cockiest sons of b!tches I have ever known.
Most have the foulest mouths and drink well beyond man's normal limits, but their high spirits and sense of brotherhood set them apart and, generally speaking, the United States Marines I've come in contact with are the most professional soldiers and the finest men and women I have ever had the pleasure to meet...
"There are only two kinds of people that understand Marines: Marines and the enemy. Everyone else has a secondhand opinion."
All militaries harden their recruits, instill the basics, and bend young men to their will. But the Marine Corps provides its members with a secret weapon.
It gives them the unique culture of pride that makes the Marines the world's premier warrior force.
"The Navy has its ships, the Air Force has its planes, the Army its detailed doctrine, but 'culture '---the values and assumptions that shape its members---is all the Marines have."
They call this culture "Esprit de Corps."
"Alone among the U.S. military services, the Marines have bestowed their name on their enlisted ranks".
The Army has Army officers and soldiers, the Navy has naval officers and sailors, the Air Force has Air Force officers and airmen---- but the Marines have only Marines.
Written by GEN. WILLIAM THORNSON, US ARMY (l956)
Hi Sgt Grit,
I got a kick out of a letter from Gunner Delaricheliere in your lighter side issue. He made mention at the end with a P.S. about yes they learned to spell my name correctly. I arrived in San Diego on May 30th 1975. After the usual wait while forming a series, we were introduced to our Drill Instructors. I ended up in platoon 3059. My Platoon Commander was Sgt. Stovall, DI's were Sgt Sattler and yes, Sgt DeLaricheliere. While running around trying to figure out which way was up Sgt D made sure that everyone knew that our knowledge would include all of us knowing how to spell his name before leaving MCRD San Diego. I was personally befuddled every time my eyes grazed his name tag and could not have been any less interested in learning to spell this lengthy hodgepodge of vowels and consonants. Incidentally it is pronounced DEL-A-REE-SHELL-AIR. After a couple weeks of recruit training the clouds parted and the sunshine came.. There was a transfer of D.I.s within the series and Sgt D happened to be in the mix. I amongst many others was relieved to have this potential spelling lesson dissolve before our very eyes. One memory that sticks in my mind of him, and he may also remember this, is while at Edson Range. We were wrapping up a head call as the platoon Sgt D had approached. There was a Private, I believe his name was Bolerjack, in our platoon that could imitate Sgt D's voice perfectly. I happened to be within earshot and heard my Platoon Commander Sgt Stovall bet Sgt D that his Privates wouldn't be able to tell the difference between Bolerjack's voice and Sgt D's and that Bolerjack could clear the head by giving that order. Of course Sgt D had faith in his Privates knowing the difference and took the bet. After Sgt D's platoon had filled the head Sgt Stovall called Bolerjack over by the head and told him to give the order to clear the head. Bolerjack barked the order and naturally the head looked like someone swatted a bees nest with Privates spilling out of the hatches. After they fell into platoon formation Sgt D shared with them that they had just taken an order from another Private and had done a very poor job of distinguishing his voice from others. I'm just guessing but it seems they were headed in the direction of Happy Valley when they left. Anyone remember that resort?? I do. Anyhow, Congrat's on your career Gunner DeLaricheliere. I never learned to spell your name but have said it many times through the years telling this story. Semper Fi
Marine Barracks Polaris Missile Facility Chas SC
IWO JIMA won't be forgotten
Sean Stavisky from Thornhurst, Pa
The Phone Rang
The old saying goes that fairy tales start "Once upon a time" and old sea stories start "This is no sh#t." Well this is a "no sh#t" story, but true, no sh#t.
Yesterday me and Jim Beam were sitting on the couch watching the news and the phone rang. From the caller ID I knew it was the Marine Corps recruiter, so I figured he had gotten my name from the Marine Corps League and needed help with Toys for Tots. I answered the phone and it went down hill from there;
Recruiter; Is William there?
Recruiter; What are you planning to do with the rest of your life?
Me; Well probably retire and maybe have another kid or two (you know how I am)
Recruiter; Have you thought about helping your country?
Me; Well, yea. Do you need help (Remember I still think they need help with Toys for Tots.)
Recruiter; How would you like to become one of the world's greatest fighting men?
Me; I've already done that and didn't like it. When I was younger I figured I was one of the world's greatest lovers. After my divorce I figured I'd become I'd become one of the world's greatest fighters. I wasn't very good at that either.
Recruiter; After a few months on Parris Island I can ensure you will be one of the world's greatest fighters. Just think about how you'd look in dress blues.
By now I figured Toys for Tots was out of the question and I'd better come clean.
Me; I don't know if you know who I am but I'm 65 years old, was in the Marine Corps for 4 years and went to Vietnam for a year. I don't think they make dress blues in 44 portly. If you need help in Iraq I'm too old, can't run, or do PT and I need very big trees to hide behind. I understand that Iraq doesn't have any trees so I can't go.
Recruiter; I'm so sorry. You were going to school at Macon State and I got your name from them because you haven't signed up for any courses this semester. They think you've dropped out of school and I'm just following up. Have a good day and Semper Fi.
Me; Semper Fi and good bye
Operation Iraqi Freedom Official Website
My name is Brent Walker, former Marine (7th Marines, '99-'03), and current webmaster of www.mnf-iraq.com, the official Web site of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
We are searching for ways to get more veterans to read up about what is really going on in Iraq, and we consider our site a great source for positive, but fair, news about operations here. As a reader of your message boards and a consumer of your catalog's products, I would consider it an honor if you could link to www.mnf-iraq.com somewhere on your site or mention us somewhere in your message boards.
Combined Press Information Center Baghdad
A thought I would like to pass on. A few of the people where I work are veterans wanting to show respect for service to our country have started saluting each other as well as any customers coming in the store who by dress or other indication service. We ARE special who have served. I don't ever want to see servicemen treated the way our people returning from Viet Nam were treated.
I know Marines don't salute indoors unless under arms but I believe this is a special situation and is in keeping with respect. My own time with the FMF has stayed with me for all time.
Doc, DT2 USN, 3rd Division 1957 & 1958, 1st Division 1958 & 1959
As an old Marine, I couldn't help but reminisce on this the 65th Anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor. It was shortly thereafter (approximately 4 hours) when the Japanese attacked the American Territory of Guam (Dec. 8th there due to the International Date Line). My wife and her family became prisoners of war and remained so until freed by the American Invasion on July 21, 1944. The island honors the Marines today with the major highway on the island bearing the name "Marine Corps Drive" and many are looking forward to the future relocation of the 3rd Marine Division from Okinawa to Guam. To this day, my wife has a warm spot in her heart for Marines, especially those of the 3rd Marine Division who spearheaded the invasion and the Corpsman among them that gave her the blood transfusions that saved her life. Growing up on Guam after the war and hearing all the war stories from local residents, I couldn't help but join the Corps myself. My wife and I really enjoyed the recent Marine Corps Birthday Ball held at the Hilton Hawaiian Village and know that our country remains in good hands.
Clyde Sauget, Ph.D.
Sgt. 1955-61 MABS-12,MAG-12, 1st MAW
We were so blessed this Thanksgiving when 31 plus Marines came to our house to eat dinner with us. I told my husband that if I couldn't have my son home for Thanksgiving (he is at DLI in Monterey studying Arabic) then I would have to adopt the Marines that were not able to go home at our Goodfellow AFB for the day. It was the most memorable Thanksgiving ever!
Head To His Toes
This is just to notify anyone who may have served with him: Sgt Maj David E. Ripley 1962-1968 lost the battle with cancer on December 1st. He was a fine man and a Marine from his head to his toes. He was also my beat friend. Every time he or I ordered anything from Sgt.Grit, we usually got two of them. We had as much trouble matching t-shirts as Clint and his platoon in "Heartbreak Ridge" May you rest in peace friend, and say hi to Chesty for me......Semper Fi!
Sgt. USMC 63-74
Semper Fi Fund
Last year I read in your Sgt. Grit weekly news e-mail letter regarding the Injured Marines Semper Fi Fund, which I think is a wonderful cause. I don't think that a lot of people realize the amount of Marines that are seriously wounded and all of the problems they have and I'm afraid that they are put on the back shelf in our minds and by our government.
So if you could bring this to the attention of your readers they might go to the web site:
and review it and then send a donation into this very worthy cause and even forward this info on to others.
Thanks & SEMPER FI
Jim Blakemore, Jr.
Hot Off Load
I served in the USN 1964 â€“ 1969, as a HMS/PO1 in Vietnam, (in country mid 1965-Nov. 1969) with the 3rd Marines, Force Recon, 1st BTL/CHARLIE CO, Squad #6. Sergeant, I was never treated as good as by my fellow Marines! As you see I was also FMF, but was originally assigned aboard the USS Sperry in the North Atlantic. However, my Trans Orders were changed at North Island Air Station, to DaNang, RVN. I will never forget my arrival. It was during a day time rocket attack. Let me tell you that this young squid was scared to death. Here I am in Navy wool dress blues with 3 sea bags of Artic gear. The flight crew announced to prepare for a "HOT" off load. I shouted to this Marine setting next to me, what was a hot off load. He told me that as we didn't have any heavy equipment on board, which they would land with the load ramp open but at taxi speed. When given the order to off load we were to throw our sea bags out and run as fast as you can off the ramp and to dive into the open bunker that I could get easily. Well I had no idea what he really meant. When the off load order was given I just followed him out the ramp. Apparently he had done this before as he landed on his feet, where as I was rolling along the tar mac. This Marine stopped and grabbed me by the arm and got me running toward a bunker which we dove into and landed on top of what seemed like a whole company of Marines. I never got that Marines name so that I could thank him.
After what seemed like forever, met a GYSGT. Watkins. As it would turn out he was to meet me and take me to my unit. He got me squared away with some Tiger Camos. As we were driving around the base I told him that I had no training in RECON! After he stopped laughing he asked "hey do you like camping"? Well as a farm boy from south central Nebraska, I said "of course". He said that I would get along just fine with the squad. He wasn't wrong! I learned to think of those Jar Heads as my very own brothers. As I said before they treated me as an equal! Why after the first year with them I even "GOT" to take point once in awhile.
Over the course of 4 years we had lost 13 of the bravest Marines that I have ever known. Our squad started out with 28 troops. The remaining seven of us were invited to spend a few days with SGT. Wayne Corcoran, who lived in Phoenix, Arizona. He said that it was a DRY HEAT and being as it was winter in Nebraska I said yes. Well all seven of us had such a great time that we all agreed to move to Phoenix. January 1970 all seven of us became Phoenix Police Officers, only because they called us before the fire department. I turned out to be very good careers for all of us. I worked off duty at sever hospitals in the operating room for about 19 years. I retired at 20 from the department as a Motor Cycle Sgt. In traffic.
Awhile back, before Thanksgiving, I read about a Corpsman that was experiencing a lot of guilt, and bad feelings about his military service. I don't remember his name but, I have that same guilt feeling about my brothers that I had to leave behind at Graves Detail. I received a lot of counseling and it has helped with some things but not the guilt of losing them. I just want to say to the "Doc", hang in there you will probably feel that way for a very long time. You did the best job that you were trained for. None of us are God! I certainly hope that I never get over my guilt feelings, because that would mean that I have forgotten them!
David Smith, once a Marine always a Marine! OOHRA!
LCPL Bud Redding wrote an interesting letter about his father, a Corpsman who became an officer. His father, having gone from an enlisted rank to officer rank, would correctly be a "Mustang." Redding called his father a "maverick." Both are good western terms. We prefer to be called "Mustangs."
Ed Craft, Plt 187, MCRDSD, 1954. LtCol, USMCR (Ret.)
one out of nam.... don't light your lighter at night...charlie will shot you.... knowing this Marine is going to light the lighter when risen over his head, thought about it and decided to use his left hand, he was right handed. next thing a round goes thru his hand... believe it or not... i saw the hand after it repaired.
Dear Sgt. Grit, While the fighting was going on (Iwo-Jima) the rumor that was going around was that the men that were on the supply ships (civilians) were on strike for more money and they would not unload the ammo----PFC Gino Riccardi, F-2-24, 4th DIV..at that time.
1775 --Till NOW. Cold War any war. We we're not drafted we volunteered.
WE ARE MARINES, and always will be.
Sgt C.J. Oudendyk 1955-1959
I know the difference between my rifle and my gun.
USMC Infantry - Takin' out the garbage.
Welcome Home Marine, Job Well Done!
Iwo Jima, The First Flag Print by Ron Stark
February 23, 1945...Although a photo of the second flag would be cherished by the home front, the first flag belongs to the heroes of Iwo Jima.
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