To supplement my earlier letter to you I am enclosing a photo of Leathernecks at Parris Island... and a photo of me... "MacMan".
Cpl. Robert MacGillivray
Chaplin / Recruiter
Tri-County Leathernecks M/C
Regarding VMFA 334, MAG 13, 1st MAW information request
Name: Richard Augustine Deleidi
Branch/Rank: United States Marine Corps/O3
Unit: VFMA 334 MAG 13
Date of Birth: 30 January 1945
Home City of Record: El Cajon, CA
Date of Loss: 07 February 1969
Country of Loss: South Vietnam/Over Water
Loss Coordinates: 155450 North 1082411 East
Status (in 1973): Killed In Action/Body Not Recovered
Aircraft/Vehicle/Ground: F4J #155762
Other Personnel in Incident: Charles W. Maxwell, 1st.LT, RIO; rescued
Source: Compiled by P.O.W. NETWORK from one or more of the following:
raw data from U.S. Government agency sources, correspondence with
POW/MIA families, published sources, interviews and CACCF (Combined
Action Combat Casualty File). Updated 2004 with information from John
REMARKS: No further information available at this time.
I'm a youngster, '69 - '73, Cpl, 2511, Hollywood Marine. I joined the guards when I got to Nebraska. In 2005, was activated to go to Iraq. Stationed at Al Asad Air Base, Alanbar Province. I went to see the Doc on sick call. The little gal taking down the information asked for my service number. Well I gave it to her '2606914', after a long pause she asked for it again, "there's not enough numbers". The doc standing behind her getting a file got a big grin on his face. We both had a good laugh over that one. He told her to ask for my SSN, that I did as she asked with the service number.
Semper Fi to all!
Charles 'Nick' Nichols
I'm one of the Old Corps... Went through Parris Island in 1942. At that time we lived in tents with wooden decks and slept on folding cots. At that time we did'n't know what a rack was. When we returned from the range our tents were gone and we were housed in quonset huts, still slept on folding cots. Our clothing and equipment inspections were held on our cots. At that time we only spent eight weeks in Boot Camp, we were needed all over the Pacific.
I am a Iwo Jima survivor and want to say SEMPER FI to all my fellow Marines.
Do You Have Any Idea
Right after high school I went to the recruiting office to join the Navy as my dad was a sailor and I wanted to see the world. The Navy recruiter was not in, but this sharp looking Marine was. I took a look at how he was dressed and was impressed.
He invited me into his office and the rest is history. When I got home and told my dad what I had done he only had this to say, "Son do you have any idea what you have done?". No I didn't but it didn't take me long to find out.
Spent three years on Okinawa at Fatima Air Facility with the 1st Marine Air Wing. MCB-3 was building that base and that is why I decided to become a Mechanical Engineer. Loved those SeaBees.
CPL Doug McCuddy 1959/1963
Here are my son, daughter, and me at the 2012 Marine Corps Marathon. It was her forth and his third. I am a very proud Dad.
By the way, we always called it hitting the rack and junk on the bunk.
Sgt Chuck Wanamaker
1960 - 1966
I just got off the phone with a Marine who spent the better part of 3 years with MAG 11 at Iwakuni, Japan. He worked in a warehouse that serviced F4 Phantoms with Agent Orange.
At the time he didn't know what it was, but has health problems now with Agent Orange symptoms. By chance were any of you there and remember the warehouse and Agent Orange use?
I was in the Corps from '67 to '70. Spent two tours in Nam and two Xmas'. I was with L 3/4. I've got four daughters and a great wife. They are very proud to be a Marine family. Merry Xmas to all the grunts.
In 1958, it was the sign of a old salt to have a round brasso can... mine was rectangle, but I soon found a round one and had it displayed for years.
BOB W '58-'61
As I remember the standing order was the hair could be no longer than a cigarette. This was before the "king size", and of course, this was WWII.
When I was in the Corps a bunk was called a "sack" that was in WW2. I was in Japan when I got my 42pts. It took us 31 days aboard ship to get back to USA. Going through the Panama Canal for the second time (Going over too).
Traveling by troop ship was the pits! When the war ended, we were sent to the Bonin Islands to repatriot the Japanese troops, sending them home then because I didn't have enough points. I and others were sent to Japan as occupation troops, always by ship.
Cpl. Richard Burdick
When I was in Korea, 1952, I read what some smart-ass reporter put in the Stars and Stripes. His description of a Marine Fire Team was this, "One shootin', one rootin', and two takin pictures". I had a Browning Automatic Rifle and a Kodak 35mm. I was takin' pictures too.
In deference to a well-known movie actor re-educating his Recon gang, I must step up and clarify his "Gung Ho" phrase of "Adapt, etc." We have all heard it numerous times, but the best one I ever heard was from our D.I. Sgt. Richardson. He referred to himself as "the meanest SOB you'll ever meet, if you f-ck up!" He used a simple phrase/law of his called "The Dinosaur Rule". If you don't want to become extinct like the dinosaurs, you WILL adapt or you Will die! Battle plans are good until the first round is fired, then throw it out the window and adapt until you win!
And yes, we were told, in the early 60's, to hit the Rack because there will be a Junk on the Bunk in the morning. The only unknown was if the 782 gear was green side out, or brown side out.
Semper Fi and Merry Christmas and a Happy Humbug to all!
Swing with the Wing!
Went Non-Linear On Him
About the Marine at Yuma being counseled for yelling. I spent my 4 year enlistment in the Air Wing and only saw two people yelled at. All the Marines I served with were smart, motivated, and very capable. No yelling or even direction required. The first episode was aboard the USS Iwo Jima the summer of 1969. We had a call for a medevac so I checked with the pilots of two helicopters that just landed and they were ready to go. I informed the flight deck officer but the bureau numbers on the planes didn't match the ones on his clipboard so he refused the launch. To make a long story short, I started screaming at the Navy Lt and my fellow enlisted types joined in. He finally relented but we lost valuable time. The Marine was picked up but died on the hangar deck. The second was when a Maintenance Officer told me to sign off a helicopter I had put on limitations due to a system failure. I refused and when my OIC asked what all the noise was about he called the Maintenance Officer and went non-linear on him.
Hill 488 was just another landmark in the jungles of Vietnam. For the 18 men of Charlie Company, it was a last stand. This is the stirring combat memoir written by Ray Hildreth, one of the unit's survivors.
On June 13, 1966, men of the 1st Recon Battalion, 1st Marine Division were stationed on Hill 488. Before the week was over, they would fight the battle that would make them the most highly decorated small unit in the entire history of the U.S. military, winning a Congressional Medal of Honor, four Navy Crosses, thirteen Silver Stars, and eighteen Purple Hearts - some of them posthumously.
At the time, this was happening I was at HQMC Communication Center. By the time they received the mentioned medals, I was out of the Marines and unaware other then the purple hearts, the body count, and what happened afterwards. I do remember reading traffic about the Marines calling in artillery down on themselves. Then the messages say from Vietnam all the way to HQMC no, no way, impossible etc. Then later something like - You can kill hundreds of VC or let them kill us, your choice.
This true life experience should be known by every Marine. Every famous place the Marines have served this should be right in there.
My Strong Constitution
12 weeks ago I underwent prostate removal surgery due to a minor cancer (please get yourself checked) and was up and out of the hospital in 30 hours. As of this week I am back in the gym full time working off the exra weight I accrued while healing. I am having a t-shirt made that says, "I survived Marine Corps Boot Camp and Cancer!" on the front and "Boot Camp was tougher!" on the back.
I owe my strong constitution to my Marine mindset and at 60 I kicked the sh-t out of cancer. My son is a current Devil Dog and I intend to be here to see my grandson graduate MCRD!
Sgt. Kevin Kjornes
'72 - '76
The FLIGHT LINE
Submitted by: MARINE Jim McCallum (the ole gunny)
Vol. #3, #5, (MAY., 2013)
In our last episode of The Flight Line we filled you in on the flight to Wash. D.C. and our experiences with the Woman Marine that should have taken a commercial flight. But, I regress.
Let's move on to another item that we used to pull on the passengers in our helicopter. Now, I know that more then likely none of you have ever been in an H-37 Deuce, but directly in the center of the aircraft is where the transmission is mounted in the upper portion of the Aircraft. There is a large square opening there where you can look up and see the slip ring and a whole bunch of other components, plus the bottom of the main transmission and all the wires in the world. This shelf was about 3-inches wide and had a quarter inch vertical lip that would hold an item and keep it from falling if it was small enough.
Well, we seldom carried troops in the A/C, but when we did it was a chance to really pull the stunts that were a favorite to us. One of the most used was the recovery of a missing bolt during a flight. This entailed placing a spare transmission mount bolt on the shelf previously eluded to and at some point it would vibrate off the shelf and fall on the floor, while in flight. Now, understand that both (crew) of us in the passenger compartment where aware of the impending practical joke, so we watched for things to unfold.
Finally the spare loose bolt vibrated from the safety of the shelf and fell to the deck inside the Helo. One of us would race to pick it up, and look up at the transmission with a startled look on our face as if we really had a major problem. As both of us were aware of the joke we would both meet under the trans. and end up looking and pointing as if there was going to be a big problem unless we got on the ground soon. One of us would go forward and climb the ladder that accessed the flight deck and act as if we were discussing the fabricated problem with the Pilot and Co-Pilot. The end result was the expressions and actions of the passengers. Every one was seen tightening their seat belt and making sure that their gear was secure. There was also a lot of chatter between their fellow MARINES. The proverbial fire was out just as quick as it had started and there were a lot of relieved looks after we landed and they were exiting the aircraft. Well, it was true that this Helicopter shook like a big dog after it's bath when you approached for a landing and subsequently slowed to a crawl... once on the ground.
The H-37 was at the end of an era along with the H-34 (the Dog) they were of the the era of Piston-Engine, clanking parts, fling wing, Rube Goldberg helicopter design, sometimes described as a collection of rotating and reciprocating parts all trying furiously to become random in motion. I can only say that my flying in the Deuce was an experience that I will never forget. There aren't very many Flight Crew members around anymore to tell of their high's and low's with this "Big Bird".
My Dad died when I was thirteen after a valiant fight with TB and two separate bouts with cancer. However, we had a few good years together so he was able to teach me gun safety and to hunt, fish and drive a car (I accompanied him to chemo and sometimes he was to sick to drive home so I had too). I am the youngest member of my family and after Dad died I had no male role models because my only uncle had Down Syndrome, my older brother was a p-nk and my Mom was an orphan.
It was 1965, I was 18, had no money or desire for college and being 1A, I could not get accepted to any trade or apprenticeship program so after several menial jobs and for reasons I still do not understand even today, I joined the Marines. It was one of the best decisions of my life because the Marine Corps finished the job my Dad could not. I loved being a Marine! In the Corps I learned everything I needed to know to be a man and most importantly in Viet Nam I learned the most valuable lesson of all, that even if I was afraid I was no coward. Today I am well respected by my peers and comfortably retired from industry, happily married to the same woman for over 44 years and I must have been a good father because my adult children spend time with me, ask for advice, and my daughter, much to my delight, named her only son after me. I owe all this to a Marine Corps recruiter named James Bond (true).
I have a lot of health complications from exposure to Agent Orange. So the other day a neighbor asked me why I wear Sgt Grit Marine gear, mostly t-shirts, hats, and PT clothes. I fly a flag every day and on 10 November I break the Home Owners Association rules, pay a small fine, and fly the Marine Corps flag as well the Stars and Stripes. So I told him because of the Corps I've had a great career. Everyone I've worked with knew they could trust my word, that I would not throw them under the bus, and if necessary, I had their back.
My kids are a source of great joy. We missed most of the teen years conflicts because the rules were clear and understood, as well as the punishments. Curfews/AWOL were rarely issues. I think because they hated the "when you are late, people die" speech which I heard for the first time from a very PO'ed Gunny, not Jack Nichols, after I was late returning to Camp LeJeune from a week end "swoop" home.
I am married all these many years later because I learned respect for women in the Corps. I was wounded at Tam Ky. I was in a lot of pain and needed surgery, so I went home on an air ambulance with Navy nurses who flew into a live combat zone to take me home and on the way they gave me the best medical care I have ever had. I walk without a limp and was able to run and play with my kids because of a Navy Lt Commander Physical Therapist at Naval Hospital Millington, TN. She was the most dedicated woman I ever met. I learned a lot about respect for women from these dedicated ladies, even if they had to pound it into my Jarhead.
So, I asked my neighbor what he learned at the University of Kentucky that made him want to wear UK gear all the time. His mumbled answer, accounting and how to cheer for the basketball team. Big Whoop.
Lima 4/10 Gitmo
Fox 2/11 Chu Lai
Response To Allan
Re: Allan who wishes he could now thank those whom he protested. Allan, you just did thank them. Don't take it so personally. It was an entire country that turned its back on those who fought the Vietnam War. Please note that the country does not treat today's warriors like it did back then. I think most of your generation is ashamed of what they did back then, and they are never again going to experience that cultural shame. They may turn their backs on a country that starts a war, but they are never again going to turn their backs on those who have to fight it.
Larry Malby, RVN 1968
A response to "Deepest Apologies - 60's protester Allan: From a Viet Nam Vet Marine, '66 and '67.
You can never make up for those indiscretions, but you can show your support by flying your "Support Our Troops" flag as well as the American Flag on flag days and also by thanking any service person or Veteran you meet. We all owe them so much.
Sgt. C. Henneman USMC
H & S Co. 2nd Bn.
7th Mar. Comm.
After reading your apology for protesting the Vietnam War, I was left wondering what exactly you are apologizing for. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the war itself. I mean, nowhere do you say that after forty years you have arrived at the conclusion that the war was, after all, completely justified. Rather, your regrets are based on what you've read about the sacrifices made by Marines in combat. But you also acknowledge that we Veterans fought "so that I and others could say what they wanted to." So you are saying that while you had a right to protest, you are now ashamed of having exercised that right. I'm sorry, Allan, but I find that disturbing.
Several years ago I was visiting a friend in Fallbrook, CA. He introduced me to a young Marine stationed at nearby Camp Pendleton named Brad who had served in Iraq. I asked him what outfit he was with and he told me Lima 3/1. I asked him if he participated in the battle of Fallujah and he said yes. I informed him that my first Vietnam tour was with Lima 3/1 and that we participated in Operation Utah, the first major engagement between the Marines and the NVA. My friend interrupted our moment of bonding, telling Brad, "Gary opposes the war in Iraq." I wasn't crazy about him bringing that up right then, but I said, "That's true, Brad. I do. But let me say this: anyone who tells you that you cannot support the troops without supporting the war is full of sh-t."
As for the Vietnam War, Allan, I have one thing to say about that. I am damned proud of my service in Vietnam, and I am also proud of becoming an antiwar activist afterwards. That was what I regarded as the best way to support the troops at the time.
Sergeant of Marines
I read with interest the story Allan had sent in about him being sorry for his days of protesting the war in Nam and now wanting to do something to make things right. I was a protester as well but in 1970 I joined our beloved Corps. For Allan if you are serious about making things better there are many ways you can by doing any of the following:
1) Volunteer at a V.A. Hospital
2) Drive the van for Veterans going to the V.A. hospital. You will need to check with your local Veterans group in charge of the van and be trained if needed.
3) Volunteer to help out at a Veterans group home.
4) Volunteer at a Veterans family house. Most Cities have a house for the family of Veterans receiving treatment at the V.A. hospital to stay in and they always need some sort of help.
5) Take the time to thank a Veteran every time you see one. The WWII Veterans are leaving us at the rate of 600 plus a day. You cannot believe the smile you will get from saying thank you for your service and welcome home from one of these Veterans.
6) Remember to support your local Veterans groups. If you have the ability to entertain or know people who do, go to the local Veterans groups and volunteer your time to do so at the groups meeting place.
7) Do what you can to help homeless Veterans. Bring them food, clothing and information on local groups that help homeless Veterans.
8) If you can, hire an unemployed Veteran.
9) Contact your Representatives and Senators and have them back or support legislation to help Veterans.
10) Become active in your community to help and support Veterans of all eras in any way you can.
Again take the time to say to a Veteran "Thank you for your service and/or welcome home". This little thing will mean the world to most any Veteran because we did what we did in serving our Country because it was what we wanted to do and what we had to do because it was in us to do so. A little thank you means the world to each of us and that in most cases is all a Veteran wants is a Thank You for your service.
Anyway, Allan just a couple of thoughts. I am sure you will receive many more and more than likely better than these but this is a starting point.
SSgt. Joseph E. Whimple
USMC 2-70 / 12-76
Allan, In 1982 I was in a three-day workshop on Life, Death, and Transition given by Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross. I had a roommate (there were three of us per room) who apologized to me for having fled to Canada to protest the draft and the war. He told me that his father never forgave him and died still angry with him years later. I told him what I am telling you now. You did what you thought was the right thing at the time with the information you had. So did I and many other young men and women (on both sides of the issue).
We all lost something, we all gained something. Always remember it was not the individual Marine, Soldier, Sailor, Coast Guardsman, or Airman who made the policy, we did what we were trained to do in service of our country. We are all allowed to voice our opinions, in this great country of ours, because of those who went before us to give us and keep that freedom.
My anger is not with you or any other "protester". No, my anger is at the "gut-less, waffling, (and lots of other adjectives)", politicians who lied and turned their backs on us when we needed them the most.
Sgt. T. J. Rabbitt
Two Tours in 'Nam
If this is the 'forum' to comment for the newsletter; re: Allans' apology for protesting the War in the '60s. Americas' strength has always been the freedom to agree or disagree. I have always been and continue to be a patriot, but am also proud that all of us in the USA can voice their opinions with a modicum of respect and be confident that we won't 'disappear'.
While I served proudly '62-'68, USMC; I sincerely believed that the 'protesters' were greatly responsible for finally getting us out of a disastrous war. I believe that the majority of them were against the war, but NOT against our troops. I find it ironic that today Viet Nam is not only a 'trading partner with the USA; but also an active touring and travel destination for Americans.
Respectfully, N. Robbins
Just have to say, this is the first time in 45 yrs, I have ever, ever heard a Vietnam protestor say what Allan said.
I was just barely 19-yrs-old when I returned home to the states from Vietnam. I was told in Okinawa we would see protesters in the airport. That didn't bother me, I was just glad I was alive, and had all my arms and legs, as many of my buddys didn't! I wonder how many of those protesters now say they are Vietnam Vets? We are pretty popular now.
By the way, I was a Vietnam Vet, Before We Were Popular! Hope Allan gets to read this.
Thank You Allan! Semper Fi!
2nd Bn, 7th Marines, Golf Co.
In a recent newsletter you printed a letter from a Idiot who said he was sorry for prostesting against American soldiers during the Vietnam War. What a waste of time and I'm surprised you would do this.
For this reason I will never buy or subscribe to Sgt. Grit any longer. From now on you can have those scums who were burning the flag calling us baby killers and going to Canada keep you in business. What's next, a monthly paragraph from Jane Fonda (Who I will never forgive) along with her BUDDY Allan?
All you did with printing this garbage of how we were treated when WE came home from Vietnam... Guess I will start buying from Company XXX. Farewell to you, Allan and Jane.
Vietnam war Veteran who has and will always hate Allan, Hanoi Jane, and all of those maggots
I'm sure I speak for all us Jarheads when I say we accept your apologies. You were simply misled. Don't be ashamed. You have seen the light.
Old Marine Mike
I would like to personally accept your apology not only for myself but, for what I feel would be the same for many other Marines who served in Viet Nam. Your apology was not necessary, but I know it does make you feel better to express your thoughts and feelings. You missed out on what is and was one of the greatest adventures our nation can offer. And, you are the one who lost out having remained safe and reasonably secure here at home.
Your apology was not needed. I believe those of us who served knew all too well there were others who would not then, that is what separates volunteers from everyone else. Many of those men who were drafted and were redirected to the Marines changed as well. I have met a few over the years who did their time and have no regrets of serving as Marines. They don't care to do it again, but most wouldn't trade that experience for anything else.
We did what we felt was our duty as American citizens and like me, wanted to be part of the "best" and we were not disappointed. Some made it their careers, others served their time honorably and went back into civilian life and simply continued on a little stronger, much wiser, and for many, a much better person overall.
What I would ask is that you be a supporting part of this brotherhood by donating to the Veteran's organization of your choice, VFW, American Legion, Vietnam Veterans of America, Navy/Marine Corps League, by supporting all our troops as you can. Visit the guys at the VA hospital on weekends and listen to their stories tell them you are proud of them and thank them for their service. You may learn a little of what you missed out on. Watch for the homeless Vets standing on the corner with a sign that says "hungry" - give him a few bucks so he can buy a hot meal or anything else he needs. Don't judge him since you haven't walked in his shoes. But, most of all, thank him for taking your place and serving his Country when they needed someone.
So, Allen, thank you for standing up for what you believed in. That is what our freedom as Americans is all about. Next time you watch a Memorial Day or Veteran's Day parade, stand tall as the colors go by and stand taller when our Veterans pass in review. I thank you for your words but no apology is needed. I salute you, as my friend.
Chu Lai, RVN '69-'70
Note: Thank you for the many responses. I could not print them all, too many. Above is a good sampling of the sentiment. I did print the one and only negative response. I think he misread my intention of printing Allan's letter. That's the risk of doing this newsletter. Anyway, no more will be printed on this subject. I think it has been covered rather well.
Last year I got my first tattoo on the middle of my upper back. It is the 911 Rememberance seal that got copywrited last year before the 10th Anv. that we had here in Las Vegas. I was 69 years old. This year my wife asked what I wanted for Christmas and I told her that sometime ago I saw a tattoo on Sgt Grit's newsletter and asked for that. It is actually two tattoos, one on each arm. It is the "in and out", that one of your other Marines had sent to you.
Mine says "In 1959" the ass end of a Bull Dog and "Out 1998" under the Bull Dogs head with a Smokey Bear on. I just tell everybody that I'm in my 10th childhood since I was 71 when I got it. I wish I had pictures to show, but thats above my pay grade.
A DI from '64 to '67, MCRD San Diego.
2nd Fumble, Stumble, Stagger and Gag
The name of the exercise has changed from 'CAX' (Combined Arms Exercise) to 'Mojave Viper' (If I'm up to date on that... no guarantees), but it involves infantry battalions, plus attachments and re-enforcements, moving to the Air-Ground Combat Training Center... or whatever they call that particular chunk of California Mojave desert... more commonly known as '29 Palms' or, 'The Stumps'. There might be as many as ten of these exercises in a year, and were about half and half First and Second Division evolutions.
The logistics involved could be considerable... and the logisticians would be well involved, weeks ahead of the arrival of the trigger pullers. For east coast units, this always involved 2nd FSSG, and an advance party OIC... as the OIC of the Equipment Allowance Pool, and general factotum of the Installations Directorate at 29, (dash-four ...beans, bullets, bandages, etc.). I had many occasions to interface with the reps from 2nd Fumble, Stumble, Stagger and Gag (as she were irrevently known), and there were two individuals from Camp LeJuene who seemed to always catch the advance duty... which for them meant weeks living in a CP or GP tent at Camp Wilson (today known as ESB or Exercise Support Base... buildings, showers, heads, a MCX, etc. t'wernt that way in 1980... porta potties, water buffaloes, etc.)... rudimentary at best. The two individuals who seemed to be the 'go-to' guys at Camp Swampy (CLNC) were a bald-headed CWO-4, and a Major, who I will call Phil...('cause that's his name...) Very competent guys, good at what they did... and interesting in their own right. The Gunner was a dedicated Karate Black Belt, and worked out every evening. The first thing to go up in his tent was his punching target. The Major had some sort of spinal problem, and had a harness sort of thing that he would rig in his tent... it fit around his head and jaw, and he would hang himself for some period of time every evening... he also was a health food devotee, and ate a lot of raw garlic. You generally were aware of the diet when you were within five feet of him...
Setting up these exercises involved 'borrowing' equipment from other west coast units at El Toro and Camp Pendleton... which required a signature from the borrowers. This meant trips... and come one November, on the ninth, specifically, Phil and I were done with our mission at Camp Pendleton, and were en-route back to 29 Palms... in a white over green, four door, USMC Plymouth Belvedere sedan (no radio... did have A/C, classic MOPAR 318 engine). We had stopped at a gas and gag, and Phil had come back to the car... with a six-pack of malted beverages. (California has an 'open container' law)... since I was driving, I had left the consumption up to Phil. After we had navigated to the Winchester Road turn-off, from I-15, which led via the 'city' of Hemet, to I-10 at Beaumont, Phil announced that he would like to make a brief stop in Hemet, as he had a GF there, who lived with her Grandmother... WTF?... it WAS the day before the Birthday... as we cruised into Hemet. I happened to glance at the rear-view mirror... to see behind us a motorcycle... with a rider wearing mostly black and white, with a gold-topped helmet... the dress colors of the California Highway Patrol!
I recall advising Phil that he had about five seconds to eat the can he was drinking from... and any other empties he could reach from under the seat. The motorcyclist was motioning that we should pull over... which is where I figured my 24 year career was going to end. We stopped, and I rolled down the drivers's window (manual crank). The 'CHIPee" approached... and said... "just wanted to wish you Jarheads a happy birthday"... one of us, not a member of the California Highway Patrol, just tricked out to look like one... probably just liked to mess with drivers' heads. There was not a can or flip-top in sight inside the car. I dunno if Phil actually ate the cans or not, but we did stop in a trailer park for supper with the GF... and Grandma... got back to Camp Wilson well after dark.
It is said that the only place in CA that has more retirees from Iowa than Long Beach (Iowa by the sea) is...Hemet...
"May the father of all mercies scatter light, and not darkness, upon our paths."
"We make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst."
--British author C.S. Lewis (1898-1963)
"All, too, will bear in mind this sacred principle, that though the will of the majority is in all cases to prevail, that will to be rightful must be reasonable; that the minority possess their equal rights, which equal law must protect, and to violate would be oppression."
"There are only two kinds of people that understand Marines: Marines and the enemy. Everyone else has a second-hand opinion."
--Gen. William Thornson, U.S. Army
"A Marine is a Marine. I set that policy two weeks ago - there's no such thing as a former Marine. You're a Marine, just in a different uniform and you're in a different phase of your life. But you'll always be a Marine because you went to Parris Island, San Diego or the hills of Quantico. There's no such thing as a former Marine."
--General James F. Amos, 35th Commandant of the Marine Corps
"You'll never get a Purple Heart hiding in a foxhole! Follow me!"
--Capt. Henry P. Crowe, USMC; Guadalcanal, 13 January 1943
"The Marine Corps has just been called by the New York Times, 'The elite of this country.' I think it is the elite of the world."
--Admiral William Halsey, U.S. Navy
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