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Semper Fi Sarge,

I was leaving the VA hospital here in Houston when I saw a man in a wheel chair sitting next the exit. His right leg was amputated below the knee and his head hung low. I did notice that he had a red USMC cap on so I swooped on over and said "Semper Fi, brother."
As I tried to shake his right hand, he grabbed my right hand with his left and d-mn near brought me to my knees with a powerful grip. He smiled and Semper Fi'd me right back. It only took a few seconds but it was well worth that smile I received.

And by the way, all of you old farts like me, get down to the VA and get yourselves checked out. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard "What took you so long?"

Dan Buchanan
Ancient E3 2531
1969-71


In This Issue

Here we go: Kind of ballsy, beat the air into submission, not quite finished, Chaos ensued, As you can see, we "improvised", the tip path, jellied gas exploded, needed a Ka-Bar to cut, once over and over again, napalm and gasoline by hand, Top had finagled one, makeshift movie hall, something like strawberry shortcake, What took you so long?", we didn't crash, Owl sh-t, Hospital sent me back,

A warrior of the Jarhead tribe.
"KEEP YOUR INTERVAL !"
Sgt Grit


2nd Grade Reading List

Dear Sgt. Grit,

I just happened to look down at my kitchen table to find a reading log for my son who is in 2nd grade. My wife fills it out after he reads every day and he has to submit to his teacher.

Take note of the April 12th entry (Sgt. Grit Catalog). I asked my wife about it and she said she told him to go do his reading for the day, when she looked over into the family room, sure enough his was reading your catalog so that's what she entered in the log.

I took a photo of the reading log and attached it for you.

Semper Fi
Cpl. Jacob, USMC

Note:
Yes... shaping the minds of today's youth. It is a tireless job, but the rewards are endless.
The boy earned himself a freebie t-shirt also. Outstanding!
Sgt Grit


Green Liver

I entered the Corps on 8 AUG 66, Being a skinny body (127 lbs.) I had to eat every meal twice. Upon graduation I weighed 165 lbs, and was in the best shape of my life.

After reading about bad food in your newsletter I was reminded of the poor food at my unit in Phu Bai, 3rd motors in March of 1967. I decided that I would rather eat C rations rather than risk eating there. One of the worst meals was the green liver that you needed a Ka-Bar to cut. One of my fellow Marines placed a potato on the 2x4 over the entrance to the mess hall that remained there until it was torn down months later. I did 2 tours with 3 motors and weighed 127 lbs. when I went back to the world.

I have attached a photo of the mess hall.

Cpl David Franz
Plt 2059 Parris Island
3rd Mt Bn, Charlie co 2nd Plt


Liver Burgers

I was stationed with MACS-3 in 1956 at an isolated radar base on the east coast of Korea. In the chow line one day a Marine ahead of me asked the Mess Sgt. "What's for dinner?" The mess Sgt replied "Owl sh-t" The Marine replied "Oh I thought it might be something we couldn't eat."

In 1958 I was stationed with MACS-8 at OpaLaka (Miami, FL). The chow was usually OK except when we had a siege of old C-rations. One day we had liver, which few fellow Marines ate. The next day burgers were on the menu which we all thought would be great! Except the liver left over from the day before was ground into liver burgers. Ugh!

E.K. Pennington, Sgt. 1530714


Beat The Air

I hope this answers LCpl Wilson's question. Remember Helicopters do not fly they beat the air into submission. And if you've never had a malfunction in a chopper your about to.

HOK 195? = USMC utility and ambulance. 600hp P&W R-1340-48; rotor: 47'0" length: 25'0" load: range: 220 ceiling: 18,000' (hover) 9,000'. Triple tails, twin intermeshing rotors

Bill Carey
Cpl 65-69
Semper Fi brothers


9th Annual GriTogether

Here are some updates!

We've secured a lower group rate for hotel stay in OKC - now just $58.50 a night! Get details!

T.A. Airsoft will be attending our Gritogether this year. They will be setting up a shooting range and they will bring weapons from different eras to choose from. They stopped by this week to show us some of the weapons they will be using. These are a 1:1 scaled ratio!

Pictured above is LCpl Andrew Wilson (left) Field and Marketing Mgr at T.A. Airsoft (middle is Sgt Grit and in second picture is Sgt James Williams,) and (right) Daniel Turner Airsoft Technician. We are really looking forward to having these guys come out that day and allowing Marines and friends to shoot these weapons and have a lot of fun!

Make plans to attend on 09 JUNE 2012!


The Eggs Crunch

Being a Corpsman, I had opportunity to sample Chow in a variety of places. Hospital Chow is different, but not necessarily better than chow halls, but I digress. A few dining experiences in my 2 plus tours stick in my mind

Camp Johnson Mess, 1977. First meal after check-in for Field Med School. This is where the Marine Stewburners/bellyrobbers trained in those days. Gunny wanted to give me some s--t about not finishing my tray. And I calmly explained that when the coffee is cold, the milk is warm, the eggs crunch from the shells, and the line servers are wearing 4 day skivvie shirts (wear it backwards for a day, turn it inside out and you still have 2 clean days!) I prefer not to finish my meal, but would have no trouble calling in the Navy "Bug Chasers" for an inspection before someone died from food poisoning. Kind of ballsy for a 20 year old E-3 Corpsman, but the food was atrocious.

Kadena USAF mess---1983. After a couple of months on C's and slop from the Camp Schwab Mess, I had occasion to end up on the AF base for chow. Soft lighting, carpet on the floor, and a choice of 3 hot entrees? Thought I had died and gone to heaven. Seeing me in pretty dirty cammies after a week in the field, and not smelling sweetly, seeing the USN on my pocket, they had mercy and let me eat my fill. We all know 2nds were never allowed in a USMC mess.

The difference in chow on ships is amazing. USS Anchorage (gator freighter) ---No fresh veggies, stale bread, not enough of anything. My Marines were starving on this pigboat.

Same Float---USS ST. Louis (Gator Freighter). Fresh baked bread, rolls, pastries. Incredible Chow---Marines happier than I'd seen them for a while-CO of the ship was a medically disqualed Submariner, who was used to the best chow in the Navy. Got him a baker from the Bureau, and made the cooks step to. I knew as soon as I saw those gold Dolphins why the chow was great. Spoke to him about it too.

As mentioned before, Naval Station Subic Bay---Main mess or Cubi Point NAS---Best shore food available in the Department of the Navy. Marines gained weight there easily.

Overall----Give me a can of C-Rat Beans and Weenies, a tin of cheese, some C-Rat Crackers and Texas Pete, and I'll serve you a masterpiece.

Hank "Doc" Kaczmarek


Tattoos

Most Decorated Marine Company

Against all odds 23 Marines fighting hand to hand and in a fierce firefight with 300 NVA, were able to beat them back killing over 100 VC , Marines lost 10. But not before a dear friend of mine lost his life, but he took 4 with him in hand to hand combat. Rest in peace Lester. I wear a tattoo in his memory. Mike Company 3/7 was the most decorated Marine company in the Vietnam war.

Jack L. Rowland 0331


Entire Marine Corps Sleeve

Cpl John Hallum
Feb 2000-2006 and Apr 2008-Jul 2009
Security Btn Brig Co
Okinawa Jpn/Camp Pendleton
MWSS 373 Field MP Miramar
Tattoo done in OKC by Josh Reynolds Cannibal Graphics Tattoos


See more at the Sgt Grit Tattoo page


So Of Course They

Dear Sgt Grit,

I saw the postings about trying to pack weight on recruits. June-Aug 1968 at MCRD San Diego I went through the same.

First pic of rifle issue... taken June 13, 1968, day after we arrived. As I am handed my first rifle, I am 5'10"... 130 lbs. Less than a month later (see second photo in ranks) I had dropped to 110 lbs.

I was a fairly good recruit... high scorer academically in the platoon. The D.I.s did not want to lose me... sent me to the hospital. I felt fine and had passed my initial PT test. Hospital sent me back saying that I was too light, but otherwise my health checked out. Note told D.I.'s to watch me, but not to try to force-feed me.

So of course they tried to force-feed me. Didn't matter how much... I never gained any of the weight back in boot camp. I passed through all training including final PT.

The day before graduation, Staff NCO's doing rehearsal in Base theater re graduation. They said, "Ok, how many of you have gained 20 lbs. or more since you've been here? Ok... when we ask that question tomorrow when your folks are here, stand up." Then asked, "How many of you have *lost* 20 or more since you have been here?"

A handful of us stood up. The Gunny looked at me and said, "Tomorrow, *you* will stand up with the group that says they have gained 20 lbs. or more...!"

Later, at ITR and BITS, I "bulked up" to 140 lbs...

James F. Owings
USMC 1968-70 0311


Gonna Love This One

Hey Grit:

You're gonna love this one. I hate posers like the ones that have been in the newsletter the last couple weeks but it brings me to a story. My daughter met this little puke of about 5 foot 2. No offence to the vertically challenged brothers and sisters out there. They had a fast romance and she married him.

A couple weeks later she brings him home to meet the family. She introduces him to everyone but me not really being a people person I was off to the side pretty much doing my own thing in my shop. She brings this little dirt bag to me introduces him and left him there with me. He starts by saying that he heard I was a retired GySgt. and a few things she told him about me. I acknowledged that he was correct.

Then he proceeds to tell me about how he was an E6 with the Navy Seals. And a how he was a Deep Diver and how he was on the USS Stark when it was bombed in the Persian Gulf and that he was the only person in Country that was Dive Certified (Which by the way I was there and Dive Certified) and how he had to be the one that had to dive down and retrieve all the dead bodies and how much this great act took out of him. And of course how many meritorious medals he was awarded for it.

He said that his father also was a Navy Seal and that when he came home he was sitting on a box in his father's garage and how his father walked up behind him and rubbed his shoulder and said "I know your pain son".

Me being the sensitive type and out weighing this idiot by about 150 pounds of course I confronted him right away. Don't remember if there was any Tact used or not but I don't think so. He stuck to his story and things got heated to the point that people in the house came out to see if I was killing him.

Although I did have him cornered and was blocking his exit so he couldn't run. He and my daughter got mad at me and left so I guess I kind of ruined the day for everyone. I went in to my computer and found a web site and fired off a inquiry to the Seals telling them who I was and wanted to know if there was ever a Mitchell Leroy Varner the third in the Seals. I got a note back that told me there never has been a Varner in the Seals and that he is a piece of crap poser and to not let my daughter and him have any kids because he should not be allowed to pass his genes on to another generation of decent people.

Of course this made me quite happy that I now had proof in my hot hands in black and white. Then with me being so passive I got my sweetie and hopped in my truck which has Marine stickers all over it and went to their house to finish this up. I again confronted him in his own house and showed him the letter from the Seals and then handed it to my daughter so she would know the truth and know this piece of crap was a lying poser.

His reply then was that I probably just signed his death warrant and that the Seals will probably be after him now. I left feeling that I had this fixed and that all would be better. Although I knew then that there would never be any kind of a friendship with this worm and me.

Since then he and she have divorced but he is still in the area and every once in a while I meet someone that has met him and low and behold he is still walking around telling people how he was a Navy Seal. He avoids me like the plague and will even leave a store if I walk in and I tell everyone he is a liar but short of taking him out I guess the stories will continue.

Thanks for letting me vent
Gy. Mac


118 lbs. X 2

I too was a double ration recruit. I was the light weight wrestler in high school and arrived at Parris Island (May 12, 1989) 5'9" and a very intimidating and hefty 115 pounds. Those double rations allowed to leave the Island (Jul 28, 1989) at 150 pounds and decreased my waist diameter by 2 sizes. My oldest son is getting ready to earn the title Marine (May 11, 2012) from MCRD-SD and he went in at 118 pounds (guess the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree). I cannot wait to see how he has transformed!

"Marines I see as two breeds, Rottweiler's or Dobermans, because Marines come in two varieties, big and mean, or skinny and mean. They're aggressive on the attack and tenacious on defense. They've got really short hair and they always go for the throat." -RAdm. "Jay" R. Stark, US Navy; 10 November 1995.

Semper Fi!

Regards,
David T. Raby, CHMM


1968

Attached is USMCRD - San Diego Recruit Platoon 1019, 44 years ago. It doesn't seem that long ago.

The dates: 17 June 1968 to 14 August 1968. As a note, this platoon was a part of the 1017 Series.

In the front row, the Staff, from left to right, SSgt. J. T. Cuff, Drill Instructor; SSgt. R. K. U. Publico, Platoon Commander; SSgt. A.W. Bennewitz, Drill Instructor.

Of the recruits pictured, PFC Daniel Gauna, Jr. was killed in Viet Nam. He was a rifle expert and was assigned 0311 (rifleman) as his MOS, scout sniper. I first heard of his falling from former Marine Raul S. Valle who is in the front row to the right of D.I. SSgt. Cuff as you view the picture.

A bit of coincidence, an earlier picture shown on the newsletter, of Platoon 1065, 26 August 1968 to 24 October 1968, shows some of the staff of our series but not of our platoon. I remember well Drill Instructor SSgt. Nious (who occasionally would break into the song "I Can't Get No Satisfaction, Cause I've Tried" when he was, shall we say, a bit peeved at something his Platoon did {or didn't do correctly}! SSgt. Nious was able to carry a tune fairly well as I remember. And also Drill Instructor Corporal H.E. Heater.

John L. Hodson, Combat engineer, Marble Mountain MCAF, RVN 1971


Squirming

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was at P.I platoon 3033. We were in the squad bay and our DI called us to the front center for class time. He had all of us hold our arm up and touch the back of the recruit in front of us with our fore arm to make sure we were in tight enough.

He then gave the command, "Ready... drop" at which time all of us dropped to our as-es to sit Indian style and waited for the next command, "Aaaaajust" at which time we would pull our feet in and try to get as comfortable as we could in the allotted time (about 15 sec.)

This one particular day, things went as well as it normally does until the DI notices a "Dark green recruit" not quite finished adjusting. He was squirming really. So the Drill Instructor inquired as to what his problem was. Well he stood to attention the best he could and sounded off as loud as he could. "Sir, Recruit sat on his pecker sir" The Drill Instructor kept his composure (barely) and told him to step aside and "shake it out". Oh yeah, he did this twice!

It's been over thirty years ago but every time I think of it, I bust out laughing, after wincing of course.
Stacey Carpenter, Pvt


AmericanCourage

As an ex-wife of a Marine in the 60s, I learned Corps history and lore every day ! and have always remained interested in things and news that happen to our guys, from 1775 to now. (love your site)

I know a cute story that I thought you might like, not having any 'war or boot camp' stories of my own.

Although it would not be PC now, there was a dependent living on base at Camp Lejeune who had become a little fluffier than she wanted and went on a strict diet and exercise program, one exercise being slow running everyday on base in an area near the same platoon of marching Marines. (I don't remember where this was or why the same ones were always there) She found herself jogging to their cadence when near them and they must have notice her efforts too.

One day, some weeks later, she found herself smiling and very proud indeed when she heard them calling cadence, "pretty lady used to dine,... now she looking mighty fine".

I think there was another verse but I don't remember it. As usual, the US Marines assess the situation and take action!

Leelee
civilian


Marine Brats: Too bad we don't have enough of this today. It's called respect.

Watch the video M.D. Raby
MABS 16 Motor T, MAG 16, 3rd MAW 71-73


Short Rounds

I don't know when a Marine passes from the Corps to The Old Corps but I think that I have a handle on "Salty." The day you look in the mirror and notice that your hair looks more like salt than pepper... You are SALTY!

SSgt Perry McMullin 1981844
1961 to 1971


RE Double Rations: When I went through the gates of Parris Island on Oct. 26, 1956, I was 5-7, 118 and possibly the only person in America who was afraid he would NOT get in the service. Thirteen weeks later, I went back out the gates at 5-10, 155 (of solid muscle)... and a MARINE!
Kent Mitchell, CPL


I served in Charlie Co. 1st Tanks in Chu Lai, RVN in Flame Platoon... LOVED IT! Cpl. Drew was my T/C and I was the Gunner. Sitting buttoned up next to 360 gallons of pressurized Napalm was a little "spooky" to say the least. Hated to see Flames go. They served a specific nitch that brought holy terror to those on the other end.

Semper Fi
PFC Rick Armstrong 1965-1968


Hi,
Just finished reading a book from Amazon on the Flame Platoon in Korea. Interesting read, they had 105's and were used as artillery a lot.
Cpl Ed Franklin 53-56 Seagoing USS Curtiss (AV-4) Nuclear Security


I was at Chu Lai w/ VMFA 115 from May 67 - Jan 68; you grunts cleared the way for us; welcome home Marines!
John Carter


Hiya, Sarge,

I thought maybe some of you other old Leathernecks out there might enjoy this clip from "The DI." Jack Webb played the DI and the movie was made in 1957.

When I saw this movie, I wanted to join the Marine Corps immediately but I had to wait 2 more years until I was 17 and my mommy could sign for me.

Old Corps Marine (Video)


Sgt Grit:

I have noticed a few inquiries in the letters about Women Marines. For those who may be interested, there is a rather recent book in the Library written by a Mustang WM, Janet Blair, titled "Hesitation Kills". She was the OIC of a group of Air Wing people who were up front in Iraq flying drones for recon. She would request artillery and air strikes as she saw fit, depending upon what the drone's cameras sent back to her monitors. For those who may have read Frank Schaeffer's book, "Keeping Faith", about his son John, joining the Corps, John was in boot at the same time as Jane. If you have not read Keeping Faith, you might try it. I found it interesting.

J. Black
S/Sgt 1157XXX


PFC Richard McGivney called in to our call center and ordered a flag from us, he was in WWII with 5th Marine Division Amphibian Bn. He said when he was on ship coming home he saw that American Flag and knew he was home. He hangs this on his house now to say the same thing, I am home. Great Story.
Kristy
Sgt Grit Call Center Supervisor


In your April 12th newsletter you announced that Master Sgt. Ken Benson passed away on Friday, March 23, 2012. I am reading a book right now that tells about Him and his Company. It's about a battle during the Korean War. "The Last Stand of Fox Company" by Bob Drury and Tom Clavin. It's a great book.

Mike Finch
1/11 Nam 68-69


When I was in we called them "Kaman Killers" . Without a tail rotor we didn't have much faith in their safety. I never saw one crash though.
John Malone


Rec: Bob RADER Sgt. USMC #140xxxx piece About Metal Bowls Back in May of 51 entered MCRD PI we had metal bowls & metal tray's in chow hall, Slept in six man tents went to classes in tents and some of us loved it.
THOMSON, Donald M. Sgt USMC. 1194xxx.
Still going Strong Semper-Fi.


I went through MCRD PISC in 1957, Plt 176, and they were still using those metal bowls. They also had a plastic-like cup, but only the Hats got to use them.
Ron Sharetts


I was 6'2" @ 158 lb. when I hit boot camp on 28 June 1962 and 18x lb. when I got a chance to weigh myself two weeks before graduation. Got sick on the way home for boot leave, laid in bed for a week too sick to move. When I got ready to leave to go back to California I had lost everything I'd gained during boot camp. I think I was back down to 162 lb. and stayed right around there

Forged on the anvil of discipline.
The Few. The Proud.
Jerry D.


Sgt. Grit:
Just a note to let you know, I never miss one of your info letters
Parris Island to VMS-1 @ Quantico
Guadalcanal - Peleliu
M/Sgt. H. J. Fuller, USMC
1940


I read the info on John Yancy by Cpl. John Kelly. I noted the name of Medal of Honor Winner S Sgt. Robert Kennemore who lost his legs in the battle while saving other Marines. After serving in the Corps for 3 years, I had the pleasure of serving as a police officer on the Oakland Ca. Police Department with Jim Kennemore, son of Sgt. Kennemore. Jim was also a Marine and I am sure was proud of his dad. Sgt. Kennemore's photo is displayed at the Marine Corps Museum at Quantico and there is a Marine Corps League Detachment named in his honor in Greenville, SC.
Semper Fi Jim McCuen Dublin, CA


Drums Of Fuel

Hi Skip,
I looked through some of my collection of HMR-161 memorabilia and found the attached photo.

A few weeks ago someone mentioned some barrels of something hanging under one of the Choppers in Korea. His memory was pretty darn good.

I have the picture because a Marine Photographer gave it to me after I told him that it was nice to see that my work was suitable. I sewed the sling holding the drums of fuel oil in the photo. My MOS was either 6413 or 6419 as I remember it. (Flight Equipment)

Semper Fi, Oltopper (Russ McCrimmon)


Old Corps

I hope you can use this as I have been looking for it for about fifteen years, just didn't look in the right place. Maybe someone will recognize themselves from long ago, at least I hope so as I would like to hear from them.

I am in the first row at bottom fourth from the right. Old Corps. Really enjoy the newsletter and stories, had a few laughs.

Dave Erickson
Gy/Sgt USMC


Arriving Unannounced

I had a little time today and decided to finish reading the April 19th newsletter, and I'm very glad that I did. The last article from the web page was titled "American Courage" and talked about an "old Mustang" by the name of Colonel Pete Peterson. It brought back a wave of memories about one of the best Marines I ever had the pleasure of meeting, not to mention his great family.

Colonel Peterson made his first impression on me as a young Lance Corporal, when one day he arrived at the main gate to Naval Weapons Station Concord, CA, in his uniform (he was a reserve Colonel at that time) and told the sentry that he was there to see a LCPL Kellogg. Well, the sentry called the Sergeant of the Guard to tell him a Colonel was coming in and wanted to see LCpl Kellogg. The SOG called the Captain in charge of the Guard, who called the CO who was a LtCol. The CO called the Admin Officer wanting to know why a reserve Colonel wanted to see one of his staff - I was the Legal Clerk for the Marine Barracks.

Chaos ensued as everyone scrambled to get ready to meet this Marine Colonel who was arriving unannounced and wanting to see a junior Marine. Colonel Peterson paid his respects to the CO and then came to my office. I was very nervous, because I didn't know any Colonels and had no idea why any Colonel would want to talk to a LCPL. Long story short - he wanted to thank me for helping his daughter and son-in-law to find a place to stay and showing them around the community when they arrived for duty at the Barracks.

Two years later when I had been selected for the MECEP program and assigned to the University of WA, he and his wife offered their home to my wife and I when we came up to find quarters. They were extremely helpful and showed us around Seattle. When I graduated from UofWA, I asked Colonel Peterson to commission me as a 2nd Lt, which he did.

It was great honor for me to have this Marine as a mentor through my years as a commissioned officer and I was also privileged to speak about him at the gathering after the service at Tohoma National Cemetery. He was awarded the Silver Star during WWII, but he was very humble about it. Colonel Peterson was a recognized by many in Seattle for his support of the Toys for Tots program and for his many other acts of charity. He was an extremely giving person who is greatly missed. Semper Fi - Pete.

Thanks for publishing the letter from his daughter and bringing back many fond memories of a fine Marine Officer.

Bill Kellogg,
Major, USMC (Ret)
Mustang,1971-1992


Crew Walked Away

Sgt Grit,
Regarding the question submitted by LCpl Wilson of the 1960-61 chopper photo, I know that it's been identified by your knowledgeable readers so no need to go there. However, I wanted to share some photos as they may bring back so memories and/or commentary from the troops.

When I was a brand new Redleg with India Battery, 11th Marines, I had the displeasure of pulling mess duty at 29 Palms. While my buds were off firing the 4.2's and I was taking a break my scullery duties, I saw one of the type fly overhead and I started snapping pics of it as it was landing.

Just as it touched down, for what I thought was a normal landing, it nosed over and landed on its side with lots of dust and blades flying everywhere. The crew walked away. I know nothing else; I was not authorized to be where I was...

I'm also sending some photos of mess duty in the desert. We were the "Advance Party" sent to actually set up the mess area. The personnel were drawn from the various units within 3rd Battalion and the only names that I recall were Evans (white skivvie shirt leaning on the 6X), Hall (peeling potatoes sitting on the fender), and "Tiny", the 210-220 lb. cook who would guide us. He's the one under the shelter half, the only shade that we had at the time.

I'm the guy on top of the water buffalo and also the one with the smiling face while trying to clean a pot while (name unknown) was whizzing in the background.

As you can see, we "improvised" our own field piece from materials at hand.

Jerry Sington
PFC forever
Platoon 119, MCRD-SD - 1957
I-3-11, I-3-1, HQ-1st Mar Div


Out Of Helicopters

The helicopter is a HOK-1 (later OH-43D), manufactured by Kaman. Powered by a R-1340 radial engine, the rotor blades were of wood construction, counter rotating. Normal flew with pilot and co- pilot and enlisted crew man. This aircraft was attached to VMO-1, I think was about 10 HOK's and 8 OE's to the squadron.

You had to approach the aircraft from the front or rear, as the tip path was about waste high from the sides. Sometime in late 1964 (might be wrong on the year) a strong wind hit Fetuma late at night the next morning the VMO flight line looked like a kindling yard from the blades of the few aircraft parked outside. The few people I knew that worked on this bird was not shall we say in love with it.

Latter the HOK was replaced by the UH-1 and the OE by the OV-10. Hope this is what you wanted to know.

PS. When you are out of 34's you are out of Helicopters!

GySgt. Barlow (Ret.)
1961 to 1981


For Example

Sgt. Grit,

It might help if you had a "Questions" section for New/Current Corps to ask the Old Corps questions. For example, I served for 6 years and I still have people ask me if I was a Buck Sergeant. I just say no, because the only definition that I have for Buck Sergeant is from a BS website and I guess that if I was a Buck Sergeant, I of all people should know. Just a thought and if you have a definition for Buck Sergeant I would like to see it.

Thank you,
Andrew Donley
Sergeant of Marines 2003-2009


Tanks Were Too Big

This to Cpl Andre. I was with third tank battalion, Okinawa 1960 and we had flame tanks. I was in the comm section but did get inside a flame tank. I did not envy the gunner sitting next to tank of jellied gas. But a friend of mine was in a flame when the pressure built too high and the jellied gas exploded. He had burns over 90 percent of his body and the TC's ankles were severely burned. We also had a company of tanks that had 120 mm cannons and a five man crew. The tanks were too big for the Okinawa roads, so they stayed in the tank park and moved around. Plus we didn't have gun range large enough to fire in. I did get a chance to work on one of their radios.

Semper Fi
Albert Dixon
GySgt, USMC, ret.


Somewhat

Sgt. Grit,

Regarding the double rations comments and your follow-up, I started boot camp in San Diego the summer of 1966 at 6'2" and 143 pounds. Without the double rations, and I did take extra food when possible, I left boot camp at 175 pounds in September 1966. I was in Vietnam from January 1967 through September 1968 with a little time at home watching the '68 TET offensive. My weight had gone down to 155 pounds and I couldn't gain an ounce even with one of the few Marine Corps fitness trainers trying to help me. I'm still 6'2" but my weight has increased somewhat. ;-)

Jim Harris, former Lance Corporal, always a Marine
Semper Fidelis to God, Family, Country and Corps


Envy Of West Michigan

I haven't thought about getting double rations in years. Thanks for the reminder.

When I stepped onto those yellow foot prints at MCRD San Diego in February of 1965, I was 5'7" and weighed in at a mere 92 pounds. I am not sure when the double rations began, but it was probably right after one of our first visits to the obstacle course, where my field pack weighed as much, if not more, than I did. Anyway, my DI's were fully aware of this assigned extra duty and, from then on, they were keen to make sure my appetite was up to the task.

Adapt and improvise, I was told. I quickly learned that pulling back the food tray from the serving line, if the DI's weren't looking, eliminated those unwanted double rations of liver and onions, etc. And on those rare occasions when something like strawberry shortcake was the desert au jour, I would remind those food servers that double rations were double rations, and that included the coveted desert.

Needless to say, when I came home on leave after ITR in time to graduate from high school in June, I was wearing my dress blues, weighing in at a solid 130 pounds, and sporting a golden California tan that was the envy of everyone in West Michigan. I would have made a great recruiting poster. I did notice that there were a larger than usual number of girls from my graduating class that wanted to come up and just say Hi to me at the time.

Wes Kent
SSgt (1965-1973)


One Beer

I was just reading the Newsletter and the story by mad1usma and the note by you Sgt. Grit I remembered I was on double rats in boot. When I arrived at MCRD San Diego I was 5' 11" and tipped the scales at 110 lbs. As the lightest recruit in the platoon and the smallest in general physical size they had to do some work on my uniforms. Most of the time double rats were great except for two things the meals you did not like and choking down all that food in a minute and a half at least it seemed that fast. When I graduated boot I was a large 152 lbs. However it did not last long for within a couple of months I was back down to 115 lbs. For some reason I kept the extra 5.

Later out in the fleet I was sent to sick call because they felt I was too skinny and there might be something wrong with me. They gave me the once over and over again. They ran all kinds of tests and they found nothing wrong. I was just slender. The Doctor did give me a scrip for me to drink at least one beer every night. He said that would put a few pounds on me in no time. It did not work. I drink my beer and did not gain a pound.

Today I wish I had the same weight problem as then since now I can't seem to dump the weight.

Semper Fi
SSgt. J. Rick Whimple
2/70 12/76


Former "Hat"

Devil Dog, Sgt. Grit,

I wait with bated breath each week for your newsletter, frequently delaying breakfast with my wife of 35 years to catch the latest stories from my fellow Marines. I just finished reading your latest publication, and felt compelled to write. The garden work can wait.

I served from June, 1964 until August, 1985, including constructive time. My MOSs were 0311, 0321, 0331, 0369, and finally 8511. I'm a PI jarhead, Plt. 341, and a retired GySgt. I ended my Marine career the same place I started it, Parris Island.

The greatest honor the "Corps" can bestow on any Marine is to allow him or her to train new Marines for the future of our beloved "Corps". I was one of the chosen few. I was a "hat" from June, 1980 until June, 1983, yes, Parris Island (DI class # 3-80). That was the last class to graduate from the old DI School before it burned to the ground. I will be forever thankful for the privilege of wearing a campaign "hat". More importantly, the privilege of molding the best and brightest young Americans into Marines.

However, that honor was overshadowed somewhat by the fact that while at Parris Island, I also served with many, many other dedicated, professional Marines. And that's not to imply that Marines who are never Drill Instructors are not great Marines.

When I was first assigned to 3rd Battalion as an Assistant Drill Instructor, the Battalion Commander was Lt.Col Ted Hopgood who went on to serve the "Corps" and retire as Lt/General Hopgood. D-mn, he was, and I'm sure still is an outstanding Marine. A year later, the new Battalion Commander was Lt/Col Jim Livingston (MOH). At about the same time, 2nd Battalion was commanded by Lt/Col "Barney" Barnum (MOH), who retired as a Colonel, and currently works for the Department of Defense. Lt/Col Livingston also retired as a Lt/Gen and is currently residing in Northern Virginia.

So, my days as a Drill Instructor were doubly honored, because I served with not one but two Medal of Honor winners. I had a few opportunities to talk with both men about a variety of subjects. They were dedicated, humble, insightful, leaders who were genuinely concerned for the welfare of both Marines and recruits. And of course, paramount in their minds was what was best for our "Corps".

After I retired from the Marine Corps, I went to work in the business world, finished my college degree (GI bill), and taught college English. However, I attribute my success in life to my time as an active duty U.S. Marine. Today, I'm totally retired, but I do make a concerted effort to stay in contact with the modern "Corps". From my perspective, the young Marines of today are just as good as we were. They are just as proud, professional, and dedicated as we were. I don't really see a lot of differences except maybe technology.

Tighten it up - azzhole to bellybutton, girls.

Semper Fi
A Former "hat"


Emptied The Brig

Hey Cpl Andre -
Fer sure I can remember Flame Platoon. I was in on the amphibious landing at Chu Lai May 1965.

I remember when they issued our ammo before the landing and we were loading our magazines and one of the guys asked.. if anyone had brought any extra magazines.. I remember a Marine saying.. I don't think we are going to have time to read. The next morning we were down the nets into the landing crafts. Of course the tanks came in on LSTs.

I was the Admin Chief of H&S Co, 1st Tanks. If my memory serves, it seems that Flame Platoon burned off most the brush off the hill we occupied. I always felt that the VC didn't screw with us much because of the Flame tanks.

And I also recall Flames mixing their napalm and gasoline by hand in 55 gallon drums. (while smoking I might add, I gave them plenty of room).

Flame Platoon in my memory was just a little crazier than the average tankers and support Marines. I can't recall the Platoon Commanders name, but the entire bunch were good guys fer sure.

I also recall the 1st Tank Battalion CO emptied the brig and brought those yahoos with us to Vietnam. One in particular was a major problem from day one..

When Charlie Co finally arrived in country several months later I was transferred to Charlie Co and off we went to join the 3d Tank Battalion near Marble Mountain.

Thanx for jogging my memory bank.. Semper Fi,
Chet Yanase, GySgt USMC (Ret)


The FLIGHT LINE

Submitted by: MARINE Jim McCallum (the ole gunny)
Vol. #1, #2, (FEB. 2011)

In this segment we're going to go back a couple of years and see how did we got to where we are today. Back on the 29th of June, 1950 the then President Harry S. Truman ordered a Naval Blockade of the Korean Coast. General Douglas Mc Arthur who at that time was the Commander of the Far East command requested of the Joint Chiefs of Staff that a MARINE Regimental Combat team be deployed to the Far East.

His request was approved the following day. The result was that the 1st Provisional MARINE Brigade was activated at Camp Pendleton, Calif. on the 7th of July,1950. The first elements of the brigade came ashore at Pusan at the beginning of Aug. The following day the first MARINE aviation missions were flown against the North Koreans from the USS Sicily by gull- winged Corsairs from MARINE FIGHTING Squadron 214 (VMF-214). Does that number sound familiar?? Does the name Pappy Boyington ring a bell ??? How about "The Black Sheep"??

OK, Now, you know who we're talking about. This unit was subsequently joined by Fighter-Bombers from MARINE Fighting Squadron 323 (VMF-323) flying from the USS Badoeng Strait. The two squadrons harassed enemy positions and installations prior to MARINE ground forces engaging the enemy. During this time period General MacArthur was already planning an amphibious landing behind North Korean lines at Inchon. The 1st MARINE Division would spearhead the assault which included negotiating thru narrow channels with swift currents, while dodging islands and potential coastal defense battery sites. Code-named "Chromite" the operation was not approved until the first part of Sept.

By now, Several months have passed and elements of the Division had reached Hagaru-ri at the Southern tip of the Chosin Reservoir. In the following several weeks the Chinese and MARINE forces engaged in some of the fiercest fighting of the Korean War. In an epic movement, the 1st MARINE Division completed a successful fighting withdrawal through 78 miles of mountain roads in Northeast Korea that ended with the amphibious evacuation of the MARINES from the port of Hungnam, Korea.

Although suffering over 4,000 battle causalities, and uncounted numbers of frostbite, MARINE air and ground units had inflicted nearly 25,000 causalities on Chinese Communist forces.


Hog Auction

Re the VA hospital visits... early to mid-70's, this was an assigned duty for Inspector-Instructors in the 9th MCD... (can't speak to other Districts?)... From memory, this was a minimum of once a month assignment, with after-action reports to be submitted to District. It was a pretty good drive for us... from the IA/IL Quad Cities to Des Moines or Iowa City, and back, and during the gas shortages...

Probably the most difficult part of the visit was making the VA front office folks understand that yes, we really did want to go through their patient card files, to find who in that hospital were Marines... and sometimes there would be only one or two... and they were always a little surprised to see us. I recall one in particular, a long-distance truck driver, peacetime only service, who apparently had no living family, and had come down with something serious, and had been brought in from a truck stop. He was amazed, and grateful, to learn there were actually people out there who gave a rat's patootie about him... he spent a couple months laid up there, then was released... have wondered from time to time over the years about him.

These were the years when we weren't always the most popular of folk... I think the duty was rotated among I-I's in the area... Capt Bob Arboleta had an Infantry company in Des Moines, there was a 105MM Battery in Waterloo, etc., so the visits were more like weekly, than monthly... today, what with the HIPPA act (thanks, Hillary) we would probably not be able to ask that kind of information from the hospital staff... and wandering up and down the halls, hollering "All you Marines in here... get your azzes in the hall so we can ID you... alphabetically by rank" is probably not going to fly...

The Reserve unit in the Quad Cities at the time was in Moline... on the South bank of the Mississippi (look it up if you think the Mighty Missisip only has east and west banks)... while the Inspector-Instructor staff had no direct responsibility for recruiting, other than for Reservists, we did whatever we could to assist the recruiters... VN was winding down, the end of the draft was in sight, deserters were being granted amnesty, etc... not especially good times to be in the Recruiting Service, so favorable publicity was seen as possibly helpful.

It was an early summer Saturday, and the first assignment for the day was to put on the Whites (now an obsolete uniform for officers, so far as I know... although the trou have been kept or brought back for wear with the Blue blouse... sometimes)... Anyway, Top Martin and his recruiters out of the Rock Island RSS had managed to put together a 'platoon'... went by the name of the 'Quad Cities Platoon, or the Iowa & Illinois", or whatever...

Top had finagled one of the local TV stations into covering this momentous event, as the 'platoon' boarded a Greyhound in front of the Rock Island recruiter's office (which happened to be in the red light district... ) Yours Truly was invited to lend some ossiferly dignity to this brawl, and it being summer, and all, the Uniform of the Day was "Whites... with sword"... which is what I showed up with. After we had done the bit for 'film at eleven', and the bus had departed, it occurred to me that we also had a deuce and a half, with a towed 105MM Howitzer, and two of my staff, on display at a County Fair out in the hinterlands... in a town that proudly boasted that it was "The Swine Capital of the World"... meaning that they raised a lot of pork in the new way... with the hogs totally confined indoors...

Soooo, seizing upon another chance to let the world see me, decided to motor out that way, check on my guys, and see some of the fair... The display looked good, and so did I (well, my Mother would've said so, anyway... ) so I went wandering down the fair's aisles... coming upon a biiiiiiig tent with the sides down, I could hear something going on inside. Practicing situational awareness, I found a loose flap on the tent, and moving it, stepped inside... to find myself on the far side... of an active hog auction... it got kinda quiet there for a bit. Just one distinction in a career... mine, and mine alone... am quite sure nobody else has ever appeared at a hog auction in Whites (well, possibly, but that would have to have involved 2ndLts in GA... ?)

Ddick


Air Medal?

Sgt. Grit. Something has been bothering me. I feel as though a lot of Marines, myself included, MAY NOT be getting the Respect we Fought For and earned serving in Our Beloved Corps!

Maybe I am wrong. Can you please answer a question for me? Is the Air Medal the "Combat Action Ribbon" for those Marines that engaged the enemy from the air AND on the ground? I was told the Air Medal is the equivalent of the Combat Action Ribbon. I mean, I was awarded my Air Medals, but it was never explained to me just WHAT the Air Medal means to us. I know what we had to go through to earn the Air Medal. But, I want to know if the Air Medal is the EXACT equivalent to the Combat Action Ribbon.

So, can you run that down for us Devil Dawgs with Wings? Surely I am not the only Marine that wonders about that? Us Air Dawgs took hits and returned fire, too. I mean, that IS what defines the Combat Action Ribbon, right? Taking, and returning fire in combat?

And, can you believe it? I read that two Air Force Predator pilots HERE IN THE STATES, were awarded Air Medals. I mean, I know traffic can be h-ll on your way home from your combat cubicle. But I can't believe the Air Force pilots are taking hits right here, in the States!

Maybe you can post this in OUR Newsletter and let some of our brother and sister Marines chime in. With all my Heart, I trust in the Collective Knowledge of my Brothers and Sisters out there! I feel certain that someone out there knows the dope on this Medal.

Best wishes and undying gratitude for what you, and your Staff, do for us Marines around the World. Men AND Women Marines. OOHRAH! Sgt Grit, you are truly a National Treasure.

Charles (Chuck) Brewer, 1967-1973, Sergeant of Marines FOREVER! MOS 6511 Aviation Ordnance IYAOYAS, Back Seat License F-4 Phantom MCAS Cherry Point, NC 1967-1968, VMFAT-201 Ordnance, Combat Veteran Vietnam 1969-1970, Door Gunner Ch-46's HMM-263 1970, Senior Instructor NCO Leadership MCAS Beaufort SC 1971, Honorary Lifetime Member USMC Combat Helicopter Association (popasmoke.com), Co-Founder of Adopt-A-Shop Program October 2006 with Wally (Bytes) Beddoe Retired Webmaster USMC Combat Helicopter Association (popasmoke.com)

Proudly fought for and served OUR Marine Corps and this great Country with Honor, Faith, Courage, and Dignity May God Bless and Protect Our Marine Corps from the Bean Counters in Congress and the Whitehouse


Jeep With The General

In 1963 HMM-261 was at DaNang living in an old French Foreign Legion compound and working out of their old hanger. The USAF had just build a brand new mess hall at the north end of the runway. Our mess hall cooked on two field kitchen trailers and several locals were employed to turn the cranks making homemade ice cream which we enjoyed from the noon meal to late in the evening.

Our Mess Hall drew double rations for every Marine. We had cold cuts and sandwich making stuff available from the morning until late at night every day and twice a week they set up homemade grills and we had choice cuts of steak which we got right off of the grills. All the Army and USAF officers constantly tried to wrangle an invitation from any Marine of any rank they could get to dine with us as we had the best chow I have ever enjoyed anywhere on any base ever!

On one occasion LtGen Krulak (the Brute) flew in to visit us. Our Group CO flew down from Okinawa and had troops lined up to greet the general while we were told to stay out of sight in the hanger. Once the spit shined C-130 stopped out came a jeep with the general in it and drove right by our Group CO's parade and into the hanger where the general jumped out and began talking to the "troops".

At noon chow the general managed to slip into the chow line only wearing his T-shirt in the middle of the troops and was sitting down eating before the mess Sgt spotted him.

That evening in our makeshift movie hall at Operation Shu-Fly, which was classified, the general came in before the movie started and made a few comments and then asked if there was anything we needed. One of the troops in the rear said we didn't have a popcorn machine for the movie jokingly. The general laughed but not long after that his C-130 took off with one of his aides and returned the next day. They had flown up to Futema at Okinawa and removed the base movie theatre's popcorn machine and all the supplies and flew it back to DaNang and that next evening we had fresh popcorn!

Semper Fi
David B. Wright
Former GySgt


Inspection Every Day

Re ddick's post on "ferrous oxide"
My first fleet assignment out of Comm School was 2nd AT's Camp Lejeune. I could be wrong but it seemed we stood rifle inspection every day. To the story.

After noon chow one day I get a call to report to the Co, Commander. Now I'm scared sh-tless to start with and have no idea why I've been called. I walk in report in proper USMC fashion and Lt. Baumgardner says "I've got bad news Coup, the Bn CO found rust on your rifle" Believe me I went from 'sh- tless' to about to sh-t my skivvies in a heartbeat. Turns out it was, kinda like ddick's, a small spot on the trigger guard. I must have touched it when I locked it up after inspection.

Wound up with an azs chewing and that's all.
Thank you Skipper wherever you are.

Dave Coup
12/67-12/71
RVN 12/68-12/69 3/7/1


2 Dozen Biscuits

Grit,

Reading this week's newsletter it brought back memories to me of when I was 19 Yr. 2 month old and out of summer school 1 week when I reported to PI on Sept 4th 1962. I was 5' 11" and weighed a mere 142, if that, with a 28" waist. I had always been skinny and at one breakfast I can remember sitting at table and eating 2 dozen biscuits and gravy along with fried apples and rice and other food I can't recall at this time.

After 13 weeks of training, I left Parris Island weighing 160 lb. and, like you, after I reported to Hq. Bn 2nd MarDiv I was back down to 142 again within a couple weeks. I remained about that weight until I reported to DI School in Oct.1970.

After graduation from DI School I was back to 160 again and stayed that way until after I broke my ankle at OCS Quantico in Oct. 1974 where I was an instructor at the time. I was put in charge of casual Plt at OCS and remained in a full leg cast for about 8 weeks and after the cast was removed I remained at 160 and 28" waist but then the waist started expanding until I was up to about a 36" waist.

I stopped eating breakfast at PI while training recruits but still remained at same weight until after I quit exercising with the OCS Candidates. I contribute my weight gain to not eating breakfast. Before I went to DI School 2 years after returning from Nam, I was eating high protein food and anything I could to get the weight added but I never could gain any weight regardless of what I ate. They say the breakfast is the most important meal of the day and I believe that now after I stopped eating it in 1972.

Semper Fi and keep up the great work,
MGySgt Billy J. Russell Ret'd 2007***


In Case We Crash

My first ever helicopter ride was in a Husky at CLNC in the early 60's. I was the Company supply man for H&S, 2nd MT Bn. We were in the field for a 3 day FX. The Company C.O. summoned me to his hooch and said he & I were going for a helicopter ride. He had a pilot buddy over at New River MCAS and I guess the guy needed some flight time with passengers.

Anyway, he landed near our camp site, we got in the back two seats, buckled our lap belts and prepared for the ride. The Co- pilot turned around to give us some instructions, or so I thought. His comment though was, "In case we crash, there will be no movement toward the exit hatch, until all movement outside the aircraft has ceased". Those words made me feel soooo much better. We didn't crash, nor did I ever crash in any other helicopter I rode for the next 20 yrs.

T.J. Brenkus
MSgt. USMC Retired


Eat The Wrappers

Sgt Grit,

As I get older I remember things as they were yesterday. My experiences from Parris Island are fun to tell.

One day some poor recruit called his M-1 a "GUN". The D. I. went nuts and every evening when most of us were writing letters, this poor slob was running around the squad bay, with one hand between his legs - shouting - " this is my rifle, this is my gun, this is for Russia, and this is for fun."

Another time one recruit got candy from home - the D. I. made him eat the wrappers around the chocolate, and write his loved ones not to send candy or cookies - as another recruit got a tin of cookies and the D.I. who told him that the metal is hard to digest- and all of us should write our families not to send candy or cookies??

I received a 20 page letter from my girl with cartoon characters drawn around letter as well as pictures of her dogs and they were sending me advice too! The D. I. went nuts and told me to write her immediately not to send these letters and they could be a hazard to my health. After graduation he handed me about 30 letters that she wrote with pictures drawn - and he told me that he was only kidding me as he had to bust my balls because I could take it- and I was a better than the rest of the crew I was with.

One guy got caught reading comics- that he took out of D. I. garbage after he cleaned D I room. He had to eat the comic strip- another recruit was blind folded and made to walk around with no help, as he tripped over lockers, gear and learned the hard way do as your told!

Bruce Bender
Cpl 1963-1967


He Made Us Sweat

I just finished reading the article about Flame Tanks. I too, served in the 1st and 3rd Tank Battalions after boot camp on P.I. South Carolina. We flew on DC-3 from Lejeune to Camp Pendleton. I was deaf for about two days because my window seat was next to the right wing...

I volunteered for tanks and spent a couple of months on the M48's w/ the gasoline continental v-12. Later converted to the diesel engines...

Anyway, I can't remember the details about how I was transferred to the Flame Platoon, but I was happy as hell that it happened. I served from 1962- January 19, 1965. My enlistment was up and I never went to Viet Nam. I lost a lot of friends there...

It took a special breed to work the flame tanks... each converted gun tank held 300 gallons of napalm with would push 5 gallons a second out of a 3/4 inch nozzle at the end of the fake gun tube. There were two igniters at the end of the gun tube that created a spark that caused a gas mist to ignite which in turn ignited the rod of napalm. At night, with the wind behind you and the tube elevated to maximum the rod would break up about 100 meters up in the air and fire would rain down. It was an awesome effect... I'll never forget.

Each tank had a .45 cal grease gun and each crewman carried a 1911 cal .45 in a chest holster in addition to the .30 and .50 cal machine guns mentioned in the other article...

Ask the other tanker if he remembers when that battalion used up its allotment of gasoline and we all had to train as grunts for 2-3 weeks at Las Pogus. We were out in the field at night looking for the bad guys, and I was lucky enough to be in a jeep with three others. We had M-1's and a .30 cal machine gun --- all with BFA's. Somewhere out there we stumbled across a stash of beer iced down in a pit and we each had a couple... and took a couple of travelers... then went back out looking for bad guys. We got lost and finally found ourselves very close to the tank park... One of our friends had been left to protect the tank park on guard duty. In our condition, one of us thought it would be funny to attack the tank park and we all agreed. As fast as the jeep would take us we closed in on the one guard who had been left and we fired our clips and machine guns equipped with the BFA's at him...

He must have thought the Russians were attacking because to his credit. he emptied his 5 round magazine from his 1911 at us. All five shots missed their intended targets-thank God.

Needless to say at that point we realized we had screwed up and we hightailed it out of there... only to be chased down by an E-6 who had been working at the motor pool about a half mile away... He took us to the O.D. and the next day we had a face to face with the Battalion Commander, a Full-Bird Colonel...

He made us sweat for a couple of hours in his office, but when he came in he was laughing... He told us what we had done was the funniest thing he'd heard of for a long time. He said he'd try to keep the story in house, but if it ever got to division, he'd have to put us in the brig... When he walked out of the room he was still laughing and told us to wait for 15 minutes and that we should act like we really got an azs-chewing... We never heard about it again... not even from our immediate supervisors.

Camp Hansen on Okinawa was another story... 13 months on the rock... Boated over for 18 days on the USS J.C. Breckinridge. Flew back after 13 months on a C-130 8hrs to Guam 8 hrs to Hawaii 8 hrs. to the states...
Lots of stories from there but not enough room here to tell them

In 1995 I had the distinct honor to meet two of the Marines I served with during my tour. The three of us and our wives met in Las Vegas for a week and after not seeing each other for over 30 years we talked like we had just seen each other yesterday... Both had served in Viet Nam. Both wounded... One ended his career after 30 years, as a Base Sgt Major. The other finished his tour and lived out his life in Alaska... He has since passed... His name was Alan Crane...

It was my highest honor to call these two men my friends, and my highest honor to have been able to serve with them and all the others in the Flame Platoon... I will never forget...

Annin, GB, Cpl E-4


Leading the way

Next time I want to complain about my aches and pains I think I'll take another look at this Marine.
PS-The regiment is not known as the "Fightin' 6th Marines" for nothing.
John Wear

Leading the Way Lance Cpl. Adrian Simone, a rifleman with 1st Platoon, Company B, 1st Battalion, 6th Marine Regiment, throws up both hands to represent 1st Bn., 6th Marines at the end of the 2nd Marine Division run aboard Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune, N.C., April 20. The Boonton, N.J., native lost both of his legs from the knee down after stepping on an improvised explosive device in Sangin, located in the southwest corner of Afghanistan.

Sgt. Bryan Peterson was at the run taking photos and had this to say: "I was out with the 2nd Marine Division run this morning, around 16,000 Marines, and this Marine who lost both his legs and part of his left thumb from an IED blast in Afghanistan, was asked by his superior if he needed to get out of the formation to rest. He said, 'No sir,' and started screaming his unit's name, '1st Battalion, 6th Marine Regiment.' Truly humbling. I was speechless. Where do we find such awesome men?"

(U.S. Marine Corps photo by Cpl. Timothy Solano)


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Quotes

"Lest I keep my complacent way, I must remember somewhere out there a person died for me today. As long as there must be war, I ask, and I must answer, 'Was I Worth Dying For?'"
--Eleanor Roosevelt


"Nothing is given to man on earth. Everything he needs has to be produced. And here man faces his basic alternative: he can survive in only one of two ways-by the independent work of his own mind or as a parasite fed by the minds of others. The creator originates. The parasite borrows... The creator's concern is the conquest of nature. The parasite's concern is the conquest of men."
--Ayn Rand


"Freedom to differ is not limited to things that do not matter much. That would be a mere shadow of freedom. The test of [freedom's] substance is the right to differ as to things that touch the heart of the existing order. If there is any fixed star in our constitutional constellation, it is that no official, high or petty, can prescribe what shall be orthodox in politics, nationalism, religion or other matters of opinion, or force citizens to confess by word or act their faith therein." -- U.S. Supreme Court Justice Robert Jackson, West Virginia
State Board of Education v. Barnette, 1943


"I come in peace, I didn't bring artillery. But I am pleading with you with tears in my eyes: If you f--k with me, I'll kill you all."
--Marine General James Mattis, to Iraqi tribal leaders


"The urge to save humanity is always a false front for the urge to rule it."
--American writer H. L. Mencken (1880-1956)


"The more the state 'plans' the more difficult planning becomes for the individual."
--economist Friedrich August von Hayek (1899-1992)


"There is all the difference in the world between treating people equally and attempting to make them equal. While the first is the condition of a free society, the second means as De Tocqueville describes it, 'a new form of servitude.'"
--economist Friedrich August von Hayek (1899-1992)


"H-ll, these are Marines. Men like them held Guadalcanal and took Iwo Jima. Bagdad ain't sh-t."
--Marine Major General John F. Kelly


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Standing by to stand by!

Let no boy's ghost say if they had only done their job.

Sgt Grit

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