I fell out of my chair laughing at this video. A US Marine at a roadway checkpoint, bored to tears, talking to a Baghdad-bound Iraqi taxi driver. You have to understand Marine humor in combat-a little on the sick side, but very funny. This lad’s sarcasm and cynicism is profound and hilarious. This is why the Commandant of the Marine Corps tried to have the Marines pulled from Iraq and sent to Afghanistan, because the lance corporals were complaining that they had no one to shoot at. Of course, Secretary Gates turned him down, so now the Marines are passing the word via cab drivers for the insurgents to come out and play.

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Semper Fidelis, Frater Infinitas
Charles W. "Bill" Henderson

Baywatch

I was with the 6th MT Bn. in Iraq in early 2003. Every time our convoy would stop, we would get surrounded by Iraqi civilians begging for food or water. We could stop in the middle of nowhere, and within minutes they’d be at our trucks. One time we stopped on the outskirts of a small down, and an Iraqi man in the crowd came up to my truck and started vigorously pointing at my dash through the front windshield. At first I didn’t understand, because I had no MRE’s or water sitting up there. Then I saw a Maxim magazine that had a 3-page spread of the girls of Baywatch for the cover. I tore it off and handed it to the man. He held it straight over his head as high as he could with both hands and then took off in a dead sprint. I was rolling, and it still makes me laugh just thinking about it.

Cpl Jeremy Booker
USMCR ’98-‘04
3533

How About Putting 6 X 6

Dear Sgt Grit
In July 1961 VMF 113 from NAS Olathe Kansas was on our annual two weeks training at EL TORO Air Station California. At morning muster they asked if anyone could run a forklift to load all the pallets with our gear onto the plane to return to Olathe. After several minutes of no volunteers i held my hand up. Gunner Gardner came and asked if i had a license for it. I had one for Tugs and NC5s only. He took me into the administration building. A sailor took my license typed forklift on it then copied the signature of the person that had given me the license at Olathe. I said " How about putting 6 X 6 trucks on their" so he did the same thing typed 6 X 6 trucks and copied that same signature again.

I went down to the motor pool. I'd never been on one but couldn't think it too hard to run. They told me to take my pick. I figured how to start it , Drove to the flight line loaded all the pallets and returned it to motor pool. I still have that old license.

Dale Hartley 1607484 USMCR VMF 113

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Three Rounds

Sgt. Grit,
Thanks for a great newsletter that often brings a tear to this former Marine. It's been almost a year since we buried my father in-law, Master Gunnery Sgt. Billy K. Nelson 1943-1973. He joined the Marine Corps when he was only 17 and was a combat veteran in WWII, The Korean War and Vietnam.

While the family gathered at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery in San Diego I watched as a van full of Marines came and checked in at the main entrance. I walked up asked them if they were there for the burial service of my father in-law and they said yes. I proceeded to give them a brief history of him and how he was in 3 wars and spent 30 years in the Corps. I told them it was an honor to have them perform the burial ceremony. A few minutes later a Sgt. Major exited his car and checked in at the entrance, I shouted "Good Morning Sgt. Maj. and he responded back to myself and the family. Little did I know he was to be part of the burial ceremony also.

Master Gunnery Sgt. Billy K. Nelson There is a ceremonial location that they perform the burial with military honors and as we drove to that point through all the white headstones it was all I could do to not break down. The Sgt. Maj. and two other Marines, one holding the urn with my father in-laws ashes slowly saluted as we drove up. In the background among the headstones were the seven Marines who were to do the 21 gun salute. What a moving and touching tribute they gave to a fallen hero. Three rounds from each volley were brought back to my mother in-law and the young Sgt. kneeled down and asked her if he could insert them into the flag. I have never heard of this until recently when I was reading one of your newsletters.

As we left the cemetery I told my son to remember this place with reverence, this is where hero's are buried.

Thank you for letting me share the story of an American Hero, my father in-law. Attached is a picture taken in the early 70's. It should be a recruiting poster!

Semper Fi,
Sgt. Kevin T. Shannon 75-79
TOW Co., C 1/5

Benny Salazar First Place Race Car Picture

Bulldog Chapter of Mesa Arizona Leathernecks

Getting Some PT

Madison getting some PT before her chow time Sgt. Grit,

Great Catalog. I just wanted to show off my daughter, Madison Alysse Olivarez getting some PT before her chow time. The new breed of Devil Pups is on the rise.

Madison will be one on April 18, 2008.

Sgt. Olivarez
1/23 Carlos Company
Harlingen, Texas
"Orale Cabrones"

On Our Way

Pic of Cpl Bergman on the flight to Iraq Here is a pic of myself on the flight and of all the Marines from OMC(-) before we left for the airport for Iraq.

Cpl Braden Bergman


She Smiled And Shrugged

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Sgt Grit. In Feb of 1962, I was with A Co, 3rd MT Bn, 3rd Marine Division on Okinawa. The Gunny gave me a trip ticket after evening formation and told me to be a 3rd Marines mess hall at 0400 the next morning. I got up at 0300, dressed and walked up to the motor pool. The sentry let me to get my duce and a half. I reported to the mess Sgt and told him I was ready to load.

The mess Sgt gave me breakfast while the mess men loaded my truck. The top told me where to take the hot chow. He gave me a map and a flash light. He sent a mess man to serve the hot breakfast.

We got on the road following the map and ended up in the d*mn boonies some where. Suddenly some one yelled, turn off those blankty blank lights. Then a voice yelled out who goes there. I responded the chow truck. The sentry asked for the pass word and I yelled out hot chow. Wrong answer. I told the sentry if they did not want the hot chow I would return to the mess hall. Almost immediately Chow truck recognized, I drove on in to their area. A Capt asked what I had on my truck. I told him SOS, biscuits, eggs bacon and hot coffee. When the poor cold wet grunts had finished, there was no scraps left over.

I had the Capt. sign my trip ticket and returned to the mess hall. The top was so please to see all of his food had been eaten, that he asked me if I could take out hot noon chow. He would treat them to chow.

I called the motor pool and asked the Gunny about going back out for noon chow, and was told to stay at the mess hall. I had cake, ice cream and felt good.

At noon I returned to where the grunts had been at in the morning. A mama-san was working in the sugar cane. I asked her if she knew where GI's were at. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders and did not reply. I asked again GI's go bang bang. She smiled and pointed the way. We gave here two pieces of chicken for her help. I found the grunts and the Capt wanted to know who in the h&ll sent this chow. I explained that the top at the mess hall was treating them to chow for liking the hot breakfast. Once finished, I drove back to the mess hall got unloaded of the food bins and returned to the motor pool. The top had called and told the gunny what a great job I had done. Seems like yesterday,
Johnnie Markley
Sgt Oohrah my brothers.

We Get No Flack

Bulldog Chapter of Mesa Arizona Leathernecks Sgt Grit,

Here are some of our guys at the "dog house" we are bikers who are Marines and not Marines who ride. There is a difference. The "bull dog" chapter of the Leathernecks is located in Mesa Arizona. We meet every week and go on runs a lot. Do the "toys for tots" and the run to Camp Pendleton for the wounded vets. Etc etc etc. Involved in lots of "good" works for the community and we are respected as we should be. Have pictures of Smedly Butler, Chesty Puller, and many others who have made a name for themselves in the Corps on our walls. We get no flack from any and just want to be "in the wind" Just thought other Marines would like to see and hear about us. We are open to more Marines in the area who would like to check us out. Note above the "No Smoking sign" is the bull dog smoking a cigar. Ha ha ha never did like to be told not to do anything.

Cpl RD Cargill 58-62

Waiting With Spray Guns

Hi, Grit. I saw the letter in the 3/26 newsletter about the resourceful Marines who liberated an Army Jeep. It reminded me of a few resourceful Motor T Marines with 1/7 in 1969. We were about twenty miles outside of Da Nang on Hill 37. They drove to the airstrip found an unattended blue Air Force Jeep and drove it all the way back to the Hill. Their accomplices were waiting with spray guns of Olive Drab paint. A quick spray and stenciled yellow paint made it look right. A service record log was complied showing that we brought it ashore in Chu Lai. I often wondered how they got it back on ship in 1970.

Adapt, Improvise, and Overcome!

Welcome home!

Sgt Ski
Comm 1/7
2137535

Unauthorized Flight

An answer to Ray Cox question regarding the unauthorized flight of an A-4 at El Toro:
I was stationed there at the time working on F/A-18’s for VMFA-323 when the crazy guy stole the A-4. I believe it was in ’86. I heard he was court marshaled and spent some time in the brig. I remember it was the middle of the night and we were wondering who was flying so late. We read in the base newspaper they were impressed by his flying ability. Semper Fi,
Scott T.
VMFA-323 ’84-’87


In response to the letter written by Ray COX, Cpl of Marines, 27 March 08, there was an A-4 stolen by a young Marine at El Toro.

It happened over the 4th of July weekend while the base was shut down. I believe that it was in the mid 80s as I was living in Staff housing there at El Toro at the time but the young Marine was in the same squadron I was in. I will not give the squadron he was in at the time to protect the squadron (it was not an A-4 unit.)

The young Marine had been granted simulator privileges as he was suppose to go to flight school but had been found medically unfit due to getting the bends (same as in water but from high altitude.) He owned several high altitude records in gliders on the civilian side and the (rumor had it) base CG took a strong interest in the young lad.

Needless to say, when he landed the bird, there were "several" people waiting for him. I have no idea what happened to him as it was hushed up real fast. Not very many people knew about it (I only know this much as he was in same squadron) and I think that is the way it should remain. Except for one stupid mistake, he was a pretty good Marine and one very squared away Marine.

If any of the old squadron people are around, drop me a line and lets talk about old days.

Have a great and wonderful Marine Corps day. God bless and keep our beloved Corps always safe.

G. L. COON
MSgt USMC (Ret)


Ray Cox
The story that you read was true. A Lance Corporal assigned to an A-4M Squadron did take off an land an aircraft I think it was 1978. The air field landing lights were off so he kept circling the field until someone turned them on. He was into gliders and had set a height record but in doing so ruptured his ear so was not allowed into flight school. He was court marshaled and released from the Marine Corps.
Paul DeLaricheliere
MCAS El Toro
1976-1979

MACS-9 Reunion

Sgt Grit,
I would like to announce that Marine Air Control Squadron 9 (MACS-9)of the 1965 Chu Lai, Vietnam era, is having its fourth reunion, September 4 to the 7, 2008, at the Pine Lodge in Whitefish, Montana. Contact Tom Boyle, 319-631-1912 or email tboyle621 @ aol .com for information. All MACS-9ers are welcome.

Just Doing Our Job

Korea, 12 Cct 1951, Baker Co. 1st Battalion, 7th Marine Reg. 1st Marine Division. 84 Marines and 2 Corpsmen set out for a raid on Chinese forces about the 38th parallel. It was 2100 and they moved 2 1/2 miles with the intent of attacking the enemy. Instead, the Marines stumbled into Chinese trenches, a bloody firefight erupted. For 4 hours, grenades, heavy machine-gun fire and automatic weapons fire pinned down the Marines.

Corpsman Mason unhesitatingly moved about the devastated area to administer first aid and lend words of encouragement to the many wounded Marines, "even though he'd been painfully wounded" after he was temporarily blinded by flash burns from a grenade, Mason continued to minister to the casualties. When told that a Marine was seriously wounded and could not be moved, Mason asked to be led to the side of the man, where he applied a difficult splint by sense of touch.

Anyone remember this deal? If you do, your "Doc" is alive and well living in Texas. He was awarded the Navy Cross a year later by retired Gen. Alexander Vandergrift. He retired as a Master Chief Hospital Corpsman and worked with the State Dept in southeast Asia.

"just doing our job"
Regards, Chuck Stark Hospital Corps USN Class of 58.

The Ultimate 'Skate'

A buddy of mine, Gregg Lavery, and I rented an El Camino in January of 1968 while stationed at Camp Pendleton, San Diego just prior to heading off to Okinawa and then, Vietnam. We headed north in mid-afternoon to Disneyland with hope of scoring with a couple of babes. Failed in the babe area but had a good time, though. I had earlier called ahead from the Camp, spoke with a relative, so we drove up to LA for a Hi-Dee-Ho with some cousins. We couldn't stay long because of the midnight curfew on the pass, so we headed south toward Pendleton. Gregg said he was bushed and asked that I drive. After about 25 miles, I got a bit paranoid that I might get pulled over without a license and Gregg took over the driving.

Somewhere around San Diego, while I was asleep on the passenger side, Gregg also went to sleep. Unfortunately, he was driving at the time. Two eye-witnesses, cruising in the north-bound lane of Rt. 101 and who would do a loop at the next exit and come to our aid, would tell the police that the El Camino was doing well over 90 MPH before it flipped more times than they could count. To date, I have no Idea how Gregg got out in one piece, but I must have been thrown out the passenger door after the second or third flip. Though the momentum threw me out faster than the flipping car, all I remember was waking up and counting the pebbles of the highway as I flew past. No kiddin’..! The whole thing was in slow motion. When I stopped, the car was doing its final flip pretty close by and I jumped down a steep embankment, which added to the injuries.

When I crawled back up, I saw Gregg, with nary a scratch, wandering around in a kinda' shock. He seemed O.K., though, so I sat on the road, watched the flames from the over-turned car and wondered how the h&ll we had gotten out of that crash alive. A few moments later, a couple (The eye-witnesses) in a brand new Cadillac stopped, guided me onto their backseat and I laid there feeling like crap because I was getting blood all over the white upholstery. Soon after, it looked like every police car in San Diego was at the scene. They questioned everyone and finally placed me into an ambulance. Before they left, Gregg stopped by. We stared at each other for a moment and then, spontaneously, started laughing our heads off, The cops, attendants and eye- witnesses thought we had flipped (Pardon the pun).

Hope you will appreciate some humor that came out of the incident but, for starters, and this one might sound screwy, but I was still worried about the curfew and asked the driver to take me to the Navy’s Hospital at Pendleton. Which they did... Along with a slight concussion, everything that bends (Elbows, knees and, yes, part of my thick skull) was scraped to the bone but those wonderful Navy doctors & nurses stitched, patched and pretty much set me up for another life. Healing was the thing, though, so my orders were changed from going to the Nam to spending four to six weeks at the Navy Hospital at Pendleton.

Back to the humor... Buddies, most from the Parris Island crowd, stopped by once in awhile and, together, we hatched a scheme. The 13 month over-seas tour of duty basically started when you left the Continental USA, so with everyone (Except me) scheduled to leave on January 12th, '68, a few of us thought it would be a gass if I was sneaked aboard the plane. They packed all my gear, had it on the parade ground shortly before take-off, Gregg had swiped a jeep to drive me from the hospital to the grounds and, shortly (After trying to get up that darned plane ramp...!), we were all flying west toward Okinawa and laughing our heads off. When landing at Okinawa, there was a jeep waiting as we de- planed. Leaning on it was a pair of M.P.'s. No offense to them, but I guess the doctors & nurses got wise and radio transmissions are a lot faster than a plane. My cap hadn’t succeeded in covering the head bandages, either, so the M.P.'s knew who to head for. It also took me about a week to get back down that darned plane ramp, which didn’t help my case.

For the next few hours, I sat in an office with the M.P.'s while everyone there debated on whether to charge me AWOL right there on the spot and put me in a brig or to ship me back to San Diego & let them read me the riot act. Some guy, joking, asked me what my punishment should be... Everyone waited and, without a blink, I said, 'Why not send me to the Nam...?'. Humor (And I thank God that my parents instilled it into all of us siblings) again won the day and they all cracked up.

I was shipped off to a casual company on Okinawa, no charges filed, and spent the next four weeks there until heading off to that lovely Asian paradise we've all come to know as the Nam. But not before a Sergeant introduced me to the red-light district outside the gate. And to the most beautiful Japanese girl I’d ever seen. And the silkiest black hair that ever existed...? Well, anyway, she was absolutely stunning and I spent an entire blissful evening with her. In each and every picture of me taken while in the Nam, there's a big grin that goes from ear to ear. The whole Okinawa thing, by the way, took a whole month off my tour so I spent twelve months in the Nam, as opposed to the Marines mandatory 13 months.

And the humor doesn’t end there... Months later, a supply chopper flew into our position, dropped off all the bullets, beans, mail and stuff and the co-pilot said that he was to take 'Some guy named Mike Regan back to Quang Tri...'. I hopped on board, flew back with them, and reported to Hotel Company's Gunny. He sent me off to talk with some legal eagle who asked me if I had been involved in an automobile accident back in January. This is great because it turns out that, here we all were, perhaps in the most dangerous spot on planet earth at the time (The N/W sector of South Vietnam, near both the DMZ & Laos) and some guy who owns a private ambulance service in San Diego is threatening to garnish (No kiddin’...!) my salary. The Marines never paid the poor guy the $225 for the trip to the Navy Hospital. I confirmed the accident, signed some papers and headed back to the platoon on the next morning's supply chopper.

If you don't think that people in the most dire of situations can't enjoy a great belly laugh you should have heard us all after the guys got the gist of what the little chopper trip back to Quang Tri was all about. Even Poncho, our favorite Mexican of all in the Rocket squad , had trouble getting his breath back together. We laughed at the good 'ole Marines, the Ambulance company and, especially, the dip-s**t politicians who thought they knew how to run a war...

Miss you all,
Keep The Faith
&
'Semper Fi',
Mike Regan
Cpl/USMC/RVN/'68/'68

Motorheads

Sarge,
After reading the newsletter I happened by accident on the Motorheads section of the Sgt. Grit Newsletter. Great idea! Love it and keep it going. I'll do my best to feed you with some great motorhead news from our detachment.

Semper Fi
Mike Mooney
MCL, Dt. 1163
Hickory, NC
Class of '59 SE Asia

His Buddies Brought

Please tell Ray Cox that I cannot help on his "enlisted crew chief" flying an A-4 Scooter around one night, and safely landing it, but I can sure tell him about a young LCpl in HMM-161 at K-Bay back about 1963 that 'stole' a H-34 helo when he got juiced, flew it around solo, landed safely and got restricted to barracks for six months. Apparently his buddies brought him some beer from the E-Club at the end of his sentence wherein he got drunk, again, and went out and took another H-34 for a flight. (That bought him a more severe courts-martial). I kinda thought they should have sent him to flight school... Never knew what happened to him either.

Joe Featherston, then a Sergeant in I-3-12.

Love And Devotion

Sgt. Grit....I have been reading your weekly newsletter for a long time and enjoy it so much! It is amazing the changes in the Corps over the past 68 years when I was a "boot". The love and devotion to brother Marines and Esprit de Corps is still alive and "kickin'". Keep up the good work. The "New Breed" is as good or better than we of the "Old Breed". I admire them very much.
GySgt C Rea 1940-46

I Walk Through The Valley

Sgt.Grit,

Just a note to express my very sincere thank you for the surprise package I received from you all with the Iwo Jima poster and my slogan -"Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, I am a Marine".

I am a Nam vet like you. I flew F-4 Phantoms out of Chu Lai form July '68 through May'69 on 200 missions. The greatest missions for we "Airdales" was to get to support our Marines when they were in "contact".

God Bless you all" and "Semper Fi, my Brothers!

Jim Denton

Call Sign, "Rebel"

Had A Catalog

I retired a few years back and got bored so I decided to get a job bagging groceries a few hours a week to get out of the house. You can only play so much golf. I saw this one guy coming through the line with an Air Force hat on and struck up a conversation and found out that he flew with Jimmy Doolittle during WWII, Another guy came through and had a catalog for (competitor) in his cart. I asked him if he ordered out of that and he stated that he got it for someone else. I told him I ordered my stuff from Sgt Grit. He said that he did also. I then noticed his Marine tie bar and found out that he was in the last battle at Iwo Jima. It is so cool meeting these guys and they appreciate you recognizing the next time they come through the line. There is no bonding like there is with veterans.

Joe Boyd USMC 1966-68 RVN 1967

As Random As It Is

Hello, My name is Megan and I'm a VERY Proud fiancé' to CPL Smith from the 2ND MLG unit stationed at Camp Lejeune, NC. CPL Smith was stationed in Okinawa, Japan for two years and finally returned stateside March 1st. His family and I went up to NC to meet him at the airport and spent a great week there with him, and it seemed like he never left. He then came home to St. Petersburg, Florida March 21st to see family and friends.

March 28Th was 3 months till our wedding and also, our 2 years and 3 month anniversary and only the 4Th time we'd been together on the 28Th of a month to celebrate anything. He dedicated the day to me and we went ice skating and watched movies, and then finished our day at the Melting Pot for dinner. While waiting for our dinner we thought about holidays and realized we'd only spent 1 birthday together out of 4, when I had gone to Japan for mine. No Christmases/2, 1 New Year/3, 4 28th's/27, and the list goes on as we all know and have encountered.

Waiter comes up and asks if we are celebrating anything special and CPL Smith says our anniversary, the guy naturally asks how long and we tell him 2 years and 3 months and I instantly see the funny face and I explain that he has been serving his country and the Marine Corps in Okinawa, Japan and we haven't got to spend many special occasions so when one comes along - as random as it is we take it.

The waiter told him Thank You for his service and asked where he was now and the proceeded with our delicious meal. Come dessert time I overheard the table next to us and the waiter was Thanking him for his service as he collected the check and I was desperately hoping he had not mixed up his tables. He then comes over and asks if we're done with our dinner and which dessert we wanted as he also states the gentleman seated next to us just picked up our bill for us.

We were kinda just .. flabbergasted and couldn't bring it to reality. Then the gentleman next to us who I know is named Ned Johnston set the bill on our table and told us he'd taken care of it to enjoy each other and to just tip our waiter. He then shook my Marines hand and thanked him for his service told us he served the Marine Corps in '83 and was stationed at Camp Johnson right by Lejeune. We both stuttered out "Thank Yous" but I fear I didn't and could possibly never express enough gratitude for his niceness.

We got his name from our waiter are tried to locate his address so we could send him a challenge coin and a better Thank You. It just amazes me still after 2 years of seeing the unity in action, that the Once a Marine Always a Marine is SO true. My Marine even commented "that was a Marine, not a civilian, a Marine appreciated what I do when he did his duty as well"

So to Mr. Johnston, THANK YOU, please contact me so I can get you the challenge coin we want you to have I'm still trying to locate some sort of address. Thank You to our Men and Women serving our Armed Services, and Thank You Sgt Grit for providing Great supportive items and this newsletter.

Sincerely,
Megan
PROUD Marine Fiancé to CPL Smith

Thanksgiving 1949

I enlisted in the Corps on my 17th birthday 1948...After a short tour at the PI school of music I went to the 2nd Division as a member of the band...One day while waiting to march to morning colors, I made the mistake of informing a Sgt Brown (the senior drummer) that I'd rather be in the infantry any day, carrying a BAR than to be in that band carrying that drum...Two days later I found myself in C-1-8 assigned to the weapons platoon...

Fortunately, not too long after that, I was sent to Marine Barracks, Roosevelt Roads Puerto Rico...A glorious duty station...Now it seems that some guys from the other guard section (My section was on duty) were in Farjardo on liberty on the night of the Corps Birthday and got into a fracas with some of the locals...A few nights later five of them decided they would go down to the main gate and give one of the taxi drivers a message to take back to his compatriots...Sadly for them, the barracks CO decided to check posts that evening and upon finding them loitering at the gate ordered the Sgt of the Guard to transport them all back to the barracks...Not to worry they thought, the old man couldn't put them all in the brig, it would make that section under strength...

Office hours Monday morning, and all five received a 5 day sentence of P&P in the post brig...That 5 days was through Thanksgiving day and in that I was standing the noon to four watch at the brig on Thanksgiving day, it was my responsibility to pick up enough bread at the mess hall for those 5 Marines and 1 sailor...I thought at the time the mess chief handed me the bag of bread that it was unusually heavy and sure enough when I got to the brig I found it to be stuffed with turkey...About that time the Steward in charge of the Officer's Club in the other end of the building appeared and ask could I give the guys a little something his wife was fixing up...Oh sure says I, why not??? He comes back with some salad and a fifth of bourbon...I split the food and booze up between the miscreants and spent the next three and one half hours praying none of the senior members of the guard would inspect post...Luckily for me they didn't...If they had I am sure I would have wound up in the first cell...

After a total of 22 years, 6 months and 5 days I left the Corps and my only regret is that I didn't stay for 30...

L. D. Blair Major Ret'd

I Steer Them

I'm here to tell you that Sgt. Grit has the best gear and at the best prices around. Every time someone tries to show me a website selling Marine "gear" I steer them right back to Sgt Grit. Your quality is outstanding and I never feel like I was cheated when I purchase an item from you. Keep up the good work. Semper Fi! Carry on!

Julian P. Etheridge
SSgt 1974-1985
2/1 1st MarDiv
MAG 39 3rd MAW
9th MCRD
MAG 11 3rd MAW

Note: I know, I know. Blatant plug and capitalist pig promotion.
This is a great country.
Semper Fi
Sgt Grit

As A Member

As a member of the "Old Corps" (when we still had brown shoes & Barracks Cover brims) I had the opportunity to drive through MCB Camp Pendleton last week. Sure has changed a lot since after 'Nam in '69. I was wondering, for all you old timers: Anybody remember "Johnny Miller" trucks?

Pete Formaz
'60-'69

Padres Game

I was watching a Padres game on TV the other day and they showed all the Marine Recruits from MCRD at the game. They always sit up high in the upper deck. The Marine Corps has been taking recruits for years to Padres games. The broadcasters mistakenly said the Marines are attending the game, which is a small error, since there are in fact Drill Instructors there with them. However, later that night on ESPN, Chris Berman, while doing highlights, commented that the Marines from FORT Pendleton were there taking in a game. I lost it. I got right on the horn (e- mail) to square them right away that it was Camp Pendleton not Fort. Hopefully that won't happen again. I guess only a Marine would care about this minor situation. Attention to detail, right? This is just some insight from the mind of a Sgt. of Marine Reservist. Have a good day. Semper Fi!

Anti-Tank Co. 5th Marines, Korea Reunion

Anti-Tank Co. 5th Marines ( Korea ) Annual reunion will be held
Sept. 18-19-20 2008 Memphis, Tenn. Holiday Inn Select Memphis
Airport. Res.888-444-7789

Contact person: Chuck Batherson 734-721-0764
email chuckandbarb51 @ sbcglobal .net
CJ & George Barrette 715-852-3835
gbarrette @ new.rr .com

Recognition

"It is truly fitting that America observe April 9 in recognition of our former prisoners of war; that date is the 46th anniversary of the day in 1942 when U.S. forces holding out on the Bataan Peninsula in the Philippines were captured. Later, as prisoners of war, these gallant Americans were subjected to the infamous Bataan Death March and to other inhumane treatment that killed thousands of them before they could be liberated. In every conflict, brutality has invariably been meted out to American prisoners of war; on April 9 and every day, we must remember with solemn pride and gratitude that valor and tenacity have ever been our prisoners’ response... To our former prisoners of war who endured so much, we say that with your example and with God’s help we will seek to meet the standards of devotion you have set; we will never forget your service or your sacrifice." Ronald Reagan

Short Rounds

Joined the Marines in late Summer of 1957. What an exciting time, I was at the very end of the Old Corps, crisp khakis, Eisenhower jackets. Does anyone remember duck walking. We did a lot of that at Camp Matthews, must have looked pretty silly.

An old Marine Cpl A Johnson 1957-1961


I survived TET of 68 with Bravo Btry 1st Bn 12th Marines 3rd
Mar. Div as an 0811 Cpl. of Marines nam 67 68


Yesterday, I stopped into the VA Hospital in Loma Linda Ca. for an aortic ultrasound that my VA doc had requested. I had on my USMC T-Shirt and was pleased at how many vets were wearing theirs...many different branches of the service. The looks drawn by the USMC and the globe and anchor ARE different, people. There is a lot of respect in those looks....
Dick Vara Sgt.


Just wanted to say thanks for putting me in touch with one of my recruits. I talked to Cpl Brissette on the phone and enjoyed hearing from him after 41 years. It proves that the one thing that Marines never forget is their Drill Instructors.

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Conrad Heslin


Hi I hope everyone out there have heard another Haditha Marine has had all charges dropped against him Lance Cpl. Tatum God Bless America. I just wonder who was at fault for all these Great American US Marines going through all they have gone through doing their job as it should be do. However is to blame I hope they can sleep at night.

Hap Holt
Sgt USMC 1967-71 Plt. 2056


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