MC Birthday Menus. This one is from 181st.
Stone Mountain, GA
Iwo Jima Survivor
As a Iwo Jima survivor I would like to remind you that on Feb 19th is the anniversary of the landing on Iwo Jima. I landed with the Fifth Marine Division and fortunately survived until Mar 26th. I watched the flag raising from a foxhole on the beach. I am just 90 years old and still a Marine.
Former Platoon Sgt.
237TH House Birthday Party
Attached photo shows me preparing for our 237th House Birthday Party.
Thanks, Sgt Grit, the flag is top shelf.
Ed Vogler 1957-1960
Rockets Fly Over and Down
When I was sent to Nam in Feb. 1968 as an air radio repairmen (2851), I was assigned to Hq. Co, Hq. Service Bn, 3rd MAR DIV in Dong Ha. This was a ground radio shop.
PRC 25, TRAC 75 etc. Anyway we took incoming often, mortars, recoilless rifles and rockets, so you heard it coming and got in a bunker. You all know the drill.
Well about May they decided I should be sent to the air wing were I should have been in the first place. Went to MASS-3, 1st MAW in Da Nang. One morning while putting on my boots, I heard rockets coming. I yelled "Incoming" and ran the length of the hooch and dove in the bunker. One other Marine joined me. The rest were standing outside watching the rockets fly over and down into the valley below. We were the joke of the day for them.
Glenn A. Shaw
Cpl at the time.
Nam 1968 - 1969
As the Holidays fast approach, a time of reflection is often a time to rummage through one's old "stuff". While doing my yearly rummaging, I found my 1966 USMC Christmas present, and thought it was appropriate to share with your readers.
1/1966 - 10/1967
Attention Marine Tankers!
Clyde Hoch, a Marine Corps tanker and Vietnam Veteran is writing a book about Marine Corps tanks in combat. The book will start with a short description of a tank in WWI and follow with a short story written by a Marine tanker who served in combat during that war. Subsequent chapters will lead with details of the tank of that era and then a war story.
The book will track up to the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. The author is especially looking for war stories about Marine tanks in combat in Iraq and Afghanistan. If you have a personal story of two to 30 pages and if you would like it to be included in this book, please contact:
Phone: (215) 679-9580
Enjoyed the photo of the "old guy in a skirt" in your last newsletter. The kilt he's wearing is in the Leatherneck Tartan, which I designed with some input from the Scottish Tartans Society and registered in Scotland back in the 80s. Attached is a photo of my wife and I after the Naperville, IL, USMC Birthday Ball this year.
Robert A. Hall
Once a SSgt, always a Marine
Hey Marine Grit,
Just returned from D.C. and Veterans Day ceremonies, also the 30th Anniv. of Our Wall. Always a good feeling to be back with the brotherhood again. Many thanks to the teachers and students from Millington, TN, who passed out 'Thank You' cards to us Veterans. A small token but a powerful memory.
MGM/J, P.I. 6/63. Nam. 65/66
It is with deep regret I report the passing of GySgt Thomas R. Mallot on May 5th, 2012 in Meridian, TX. He was the SDI of Plt 1027, 1st Bn, MCRD PISC, graduating Feb 1971. Lessons learned from him as well as GySgt W. Kegley and SSgt Keith Lamkins will remain with me for life.
Rest well Brother, till we meet again at the pearly gates... "So mote it be".
1970-76 Plt. 1027
Dear Sgt. Grit:
I eagerly anticipate my weekly receipt of your newsletter. Always fun to schmooze with America's Marines.
Charlie McCarthy Jr
I was a "Young American snuffy" in Plt.113, C. Company, 1st RTBN at P.I. in 1961. When we weren't being called, "maggot" or "turd", our D.I.'s sometimes referred to us as, "Lads". This was on rare occasions, usually during evening training.
Cpl. of Marines
1961 to 1964
Dear Sgt. Grit,
Remember at Boot Camp one day the Senior D.I. was trying to get us to relax, and lighten us up for rough routines ahead. He started on a Sunday afternoon talking about s-xual experiences, and tried to get us to talk of good experiences with women. The conversation proved a success, and we all contributed. One wise asz was asked when was the best scr-win' he ever received? He said, "When I joined the Marine Corps Sir!"
Keep your great newsletter coming.
1963 - 1967
Include in the blog, the rocks used on the Iwo Monument came from Sweden.
Bob Neal, USMC '62/'66
Marine Barracks, Washington, DC
Ceremonial Guard Co, 6/62-11/64
Marine Corps Color Guard
Hdqts Battery, 3rd Bn,
11th Marines, Camp Pendleton, Vietnam 11/64-5/66
I have been receiving your newsletters and everything from Sgt. Grit for over a year and I really appreciate what all you do to keep us up to date. However, I had to bury my First HOMELESS A'gan Vet. Let us not forget about All Of Our Brothers And Sisters who have not been as fortunate or as lucky as we.
Thanking ALL who served,
Doc, USMC (E5) '62-'66
HM USN (FMF E8) '67-'84
1stSgt Morris Virilli USMC to PFC Dan Hennessy... MarDet USS CONSTELLATION, Yokuska 1963... "NO! Lad you cannot cross Honcho Street... that is officers country." "Why?" says dumb sh-t PFC Hennessy. 1stSgt Virelli says, "Lad... because you are enlisted swine... THATS WHY!
MarDet USS CONSTELLATIION
Sgt Grit, Cpl Robert Corriveau was a member of India 3/4 and was wounded three times in 1967.
His sister never believed he was a deserter, and she has been proven to be correct. Now she is looking for help to find her brother's killer, a cold case with PA State Police.
Also a couple of retired NYPD Detectives, Marines, are assisting the PA State Police.
Our association, Third Bn, Fourth Marines, has been disseminating this info to our membership in order to help. But obviously, you have a far greater reach, including our former BN members who are unaware of our association, along with Marines and members of the other branches of service who might have been at the Phil Naval Hospital during his time there.
Thanks for any assistance you can provide. His killer needs to be brought to justice, and his family needs closure.
Please forward any information to Michael Madden at:
Happy Thanksgiving, All! And, for you Jarheads, remember the turkey loaf C-rats left over from the Korean War!
Area 13 Barrack's Tree
This group of Marines was destined to spend the next two years together in VMA-212, MAG-13, 1st. Marine Brigade at Kaneohe Bay Hawaii. It would be a nine day voyage on the USS George Clymer from San Diego to Pearl Harbor, but first we had to spend a month or so at Area 13, Camp Pendleton, a staging Battalion for over 600 Marines waiting to be shipped out to Pacific duty stations. It was April, 1961, and Area 13 was hilly, hot, and dry. In order to keep all these young Marines busy the Officers and NCOs had us run up and down those brown hills several times a day whenever we weren't field daying the barracks.
One day our officer of the day, a young Lieutenant, came up with an enterprising idea to keep us busy without all that running up and down hills. We would water the tree. The tree was in the yard in front of the barracks and the outside spigot was in the rear of the barracks. There was no hose, but we did have a bucket. Aha! We would use the bucket to water the tree. But how do you keep a hundred or so Marines on task with only one bucket? Our Lieutenant had the answer.
The first Marine was stationed at the tree and the last Marine was stationed at the spigot. In between these two the rest of the Marines snaked around the barracks twice in single file. The bucket would be filled with water at the spigot and passed from Marine to Marine twice around the barracks until it arrived at the tree where the first Marine had the honor to do the watering. Then the bucket was passed along the same route in reverse where it was refilled and sent back along its way. Thus we spent an afternoon at Camp Pendleton in productive labor saving the Area 13 barrack's tree.
Corporal of Marines
1960 to 1964
Sgt Grit, brother and sister Marines,
I'm a deputy sheriff and had the fortunate opportunity to work a security detail for a patriotic rock group, Madison Rising. The event coordinator knows I am a Marine and told me the lead singer, Dave Bray, was a Corpsman. Dave was meeting with fans and when there was a break in the action I approached him and asked if he was a Doc. He said he was and was stationed at Camp Lejeune, NC. I asked him what outfit he was in and he said 2/2. Amazingly enough, I was with Regimental Headquarters at that same time he was with 2/2! Such a small world and even smaller Corps. We exchanged stories about our units and places of deployment.
The concert was phenomenal and these men are truly patriots. I recommend their music to any American that has a pulse and still believes in our outstanding country. They were all fine gentlemen and had such a grounded attitude, not like the rest of the "hey look at me" generation we all get to experience nowadays. God bless our Country and our Corps and our Corpsmen.
Semper Fi and Godspeed!
Sergeant of Marines
To One and All,
I would like to give my thanks to one and all, for your help, friendliness, and dedication to helping your customers. This does not go unnoticed, even when at times I am sure it seems so, and is greatly appreciated.
I am writing this because this year I decided to attend the Marine Corps Ball in my Dress Blues, while this may be the normal course of action for most Marines, I have been off of active service for 20 years, and have never worn my medals, just the ribbons. I do still fit in my Blues, even though they have seem to have shrunk just a touch between the chest and the waist over the years. I would not have been able to get my Blues ready without the help of everyone at Sgt. Grit, Semper Fi for everything you do!
Attached are a couple of pictures before going in to our table, and I wear my Blues in tribute to all veterans past and present, but mainly for my Dad who has been sick this year, and for my Step-Father who was a MGySgt in the Marine Corps, with tours in Korea and Vietnam, who is a big influence in my life. OOHRAH!!
Floyd G. Shaw
I saw the comments made by Capt. Mike Jeffries in the most recent newsletter. I knew a Capt Mike Jeffries when we were part of the First Marine Brigade at K-Bay, Hawaii. He taught a special services scuba class. I think he was a pilot and FO with First Anglico. I choppered over to the island of Kawhulawe (sp) for air strike fire missions with them. I didn't do anything except remove splinters and hang nails as the designated Doc.
Now the island is a state park. That is, after EOD removed the dud ordinance. That was good duty with great guys. One night an air dropped flare landed in the brush starting a fire. All we could do was move closer to the ocean. It burned itself out in an hour.
I hope "Mike" is doing well.
Doc Chuck Hancock
RE: 1950s MCRDSD picture
Thank you Howard W. Kennedy for your positive ID on the MCRD San Diego picture. I am so glad to have tripped your (memory) trigger. I bet it felt like it was yesterday.
All I had to go on was that it was before the coming of the "Hotels", and that I was able to ID a couple of the cars as being mid-50s.
So it was called Lindbergh Field in your day. In 1969, us 'maggots' called it San Diego Airport, among other things (and mentally shook our fists every time one of those planes would take off or land). What the 'hats' called it we didn't know cause they didn't share that kind of thing with us. UMM... Maybe it was all that jet-whine that made them so grouchy.
Condardo M W
2616205 1969-72 Corporal of Marines
6227 FLR (Forward Looking Radar) Tech
VMCJ-2 "Playboys" (RF-4Bs)(No guns... just cameras and ECM)
2nd MAW, MCAS Cherry Point, NC
The FLIGHT LINE
Submitted by: MARINE Jim McCallum (the ole gunny)
Vol. #3, #1, (JAN., 2013)
Before I get too far ahead of myself I have to fill you in on the arrival in Country of the forerunner to the CH-53 Sea Stallion Helicopter, and that was the MARINE CORPS first Heavy Lift Helo. Six Aircraft were assigned and designated Sub-unit #1 and came into Country sometime in Sept. of 1965 and operated out of MMAF. This Helo was specifically designed and designated for heavy lift missions. Recovering downed aircraft was an added opportunity to showcase the many capabilities of this aircraft. It was conceived in the early 1950's, and was designated the (CH-37C) or HR2S-1 Mojave, and affectionately known by those who flew it, as the "Deuce".
Originally designed to be powered by two turbine engines, one on each side of the fuselage, but in the 1950s these engines were in short supply and priority was given to fighter type aircraft so, two Pratt and Whitney R-2800 piston engines were substituted. They powered the aircraft very well, and after a pilot learned how to use the twist grip throttle, they were quite responsive to varying power/RPM needs throughout the full flight regime. It was supposed to be what the CH-53 is today. Other mission assignments would include beachhead supply, ship to shore and operations within the beachhead. It was not conceived as an assault vehicle. The war scenario in effect when it was designed envisioned amphibious landings in areas either denuded of opposition by nuclear weapons or in which minimal opposition existed or could be mustered.
In it's day, the "Deuce", or CH-37C, or (HR2S) was a quantum jump in size and complexity over any other Helicopter in the Corps at that time. It was nowhere near as sprightly as any of it's predecessors. There was an art to anticipating what the aircraft required in order for the pilot to get it to do the maneuver he next wanted and when he wanted it done. This aircraft also pioneered the automatic positioning of the rotor head and folding of main rotor blades. Many a crew chief, first mech, and helo maintenance man has gone to his shipboard bed and in his prayers thanked God for this system. It could only be appreciated by those who have had to manually fold and unfold rotor blades (as the H-34D crews did), over 30 feet long at night in the wind and rain without dropping them on a rolling, pitching, slippery, flight deck.
Though it never was glorified, this Helicopter did everything desired of it and more. It was the basic platform for proving (and improving) most of the components to be used on the CH-53. Until the arrival of the CH-53 in RVN, it did all the heavy helo work there, little or none of which was of a dashing, headline grabbing, dagger in the teeth nature. In RVN it was plagued with constant supply problems as could be expected of an out of production machine of which only a limited number were ever produced. Many were cannibalized in order to keep the remainder flying, there carcasses winding up on the Junk Pile at Marble Mountain when there were no useful parts left, but, until the CH-53 came along, the "Deuce" had no equal. (The source of the above info is from: USMC Combat Helicopter Assoc, Pop-a-Smoke, Vietnam Helicopters). The writer wishes to express his Thanks to those who contributed info on the "Deuce" for this article, especially Paul Prestridge and many others, for their help.
I'm going to enter the holding pattern here and I will continue in the next issue.
G.C.T. - 148
This one is from a platoon that started in January 1948, #118.
After our first night in the old wooden barracks, our two DI's woke us with the now familiar swagger stick run around the inside of the G.I. can at tremendous speed. As we had been told to do, we jumped out of our nice warm bunks and stood at attention at the foot of our bunks.
The first words out of the mouth of our senior D.I. was "How many of you are standing there with a gigantic P___ H___ On? Don't be bashful, it's perfectly normal, and I want the two men with the longest ones front and center! The two that qualify will make PFC when you graduate! (When we enlisted we were told that it took six months to make PFC) Look around you and if you think you qualify get your A-- up here! Well, I was certain I had this in the bag. I hung my towel over it and went up front. S/Sgt A. A. C:_ said "What have we here? He flipped the towel away with his swagger stick and said "Wow! I think we have a winner!" He had his swagger stick all marked up like a ruler and put it along the side of my p---- and he said "We sure do! This one is 10 and 3/4 inches. Can anyone top that?" Well, two others came up to get theirs measured. The first measured 11 and 1/4 inches. He looked over at me and said "It looks like you just dropped to 2nd place!" But then he measured the 3rd man and said "Wow! this one is 11 and 3/4 inches!" He told this man that he would be the Section Leader of all the men in the front of the squadbay. He told the other man that he would be the Section Leader of all the men in the rear of the squadbay. They were both pretty happy about this turn of events. The junior D.I. told them to move their gear to the top bunks on either side of the entrance into the squadbay. All eyes were still on the three of us when S/Sgt C:_ looked at me, shook his head, and said "You with that built-in towel rack will have to settle for 'Honorable Mention' get back to your bunk!"
That was the day that we all went down to take the all important G.C.T. test to determine just what we were most likely to do if we made it out of boot camp alive. (I had two older brothers who had been in WWII; they gave me tips on just how I should proceed with this test. One was a Captain in the Army and the other was a 1stLt in the Army Air Corps before the Air Force was inaugurated. I followed their suggestions.)
The next day the two DI's came marching into the squadbay; the two section leaders called us to attention; they stopped abruptly in front of me and turned to face me. S/Sgt C:__ looked me up and down and said "You sure as s--- don't show me much, but you must have something on the ball, you just set a new all-time high score on the G.C.T., 148. You must have brains in your towel rack and the C.O. says you'll also make PFC if you graduate."
(I do not know if that record still stands, but it did until 1970. I never did know what the highest score possible was, the USMC would never divulge that.)
MGySgt Harold T. Freas, Sr.
I was in the shower when for no particular reason my mind went to the day way back in Viet Nam when I narrowly escaped a sniper's bullet. I was toward the top of the slope that made up our perimeter using what was commonly referred to as a "p-ss tube" when I felt an intense burn on my forearm. I jumped, took a few steps to the right, and looked down at my arm. There was a minor tear in the skin. This was no bug bite, and so I moved closer to a nearby tent that shielded me from the open rice paddies down the slope. I didn't know what to think. What had just happened?
I heard a distant report from a rifle and then another. Yelling from somewhere in the wire drew me out in the open and I spied a downed Marine being carried rapidly back into the perimeter. He appeared to have been shot. There was blood visible even from a hundred yards away. I darted back behind the tent and looked again at my arm. The tear must have been caused by the sniper's first shot. Two rounds and he was out of there. I was the first and the Marine on the wire was the last. The sniper never returned while I was at that location.
The second victim survived. Of course I did as well. He no doubt got a purple heart. I on the other hand would have suffered great embarrassment to claim my mild wound and so kept silent. There were plenty of other close calls for me with two tours of duty under my belt but I received no purple heart. That's probably a good thing. That particular award is so painfully won.
SEMPER FI! In my travels around the country, [since I drive a truck now] I've been asked on numerous occasions, about Marine vets. In truck stops I go to, I've been asked "when a Marine Vet sees another Marine, they always stop and say hi and talk like they have always known each other for years. But you just met him. WHY?" Simple I say, We are Marines. It's earned. We are forever brothers. We will always stand with each other. I always wear my cover [ball cap] with my eagle, globe, and anchor. oohrah.
One thing I go out of my way to do is when I see a Vietnam Vet, I will go and welcome them home. For they never had someone say that when they came home. I went in Sept '75. And yes I got spit on at the airport in San Diego on the way home from boot camp. I am not bitter but proud and I'd do it again. Any time anywhere.
When I see another Vet or active duty member, Army, Air Force, Navy, or Coast Guard. I shake their hand and say Well Done! Semper Fi and stand tall. OOHRAH!
One Of The Extremely Lucky Marines
It'll be 51 years since boot camp December 11th, 1961 when I left the Detroit Metropolitan Air Port for sunny San Diego and M.C.R.D. After all these years I still remember my three D.I.'s names... Meek, Ellis and Enos and my platoon number was 2003. I went through boot camp only 2 weeks behind "The Everly Bro's" who made songs like "Wake up little Susie". I did get to visit them a couple of times, nice guys.
I was one of the extremely lucky Marines because after a year at Pendleton I was stationed on Okinawa and was there when President Kennedy was assassinated, but the thing that I was so lucky about was that my rotation and ship was the last to make it back to the U.S. The ship one month later turned around and went to Vietnam. Once back in the States I had to have a year here before they could send me back to the Far East by the time that was year was up I only had 5 months left. That 5 months I had left turned into 9 months with a 4 month extension and instead of getting out in December I didn't get out until April.
My last duty station was M.C.A.S. Beaufort, S.C. I was recommended for re-enlistment and I would've but in my heart I knew that if I did I'd die in Vietnam. I did love The Corps and I still do! Remember those of you who did serve in combat have a pass to go to Heaven because you've served your time in H-ll.
L/Cpl Dennis Krug
1961 - 1966
Theodore Edward Bare
Everyone's heard Johnny Cash sing "A Boy named Sue", well, while stationed with MATSG-37 down in NAS Glynco, GA, in 1974, I met Sue's cousin. I was down on the Quarterdeck when a new Marine reported in. He was short but built like a body builder and had that "Go ahead, make my day" kinda look on his face that said he had seen more than his share of up front and personal engagements. I looked down at his seabag and took note of the name stenciled on it: Theodore Edward Bare... Teddy E. Bare. Helluva name for a Marine and sure explained a lot. Anyone know whatever happened to Teddy?
Sgt of Marines
No Return Address
After my 1st wife divorced me for going to the joint [won't get into it], I rcvd a small package from OH with some of my "Cammies" in it [unfortunately, no Dress Blues]. No return address but a note that said, "Found these in a surplus store with your name on them. I knew a few people who knew where you lived and figured you would want them. Semper Fi Dog!" Of course they're a "little tight" [material must've shrunk - lol]. No name. But being born 5 Nov '48 just 5 days before the Corps birthday made me feel proud! Oorah!
I was a plane Captain in VMA-212, MAG-13, Kaneohe MCAS from 1961 to 1963. I was on duty the night of November 20, 1961 when two of our A4s had a mid-air collision over Kailua while returning from a run at the target island (Kahoolawe). One plane made it back with vertical stabilizer and rudder damage. The other plane went down in Kailua taking out two houses killing a six year old boy and the pilot. The pilot was 2nd Lieutenant William Wright.
In reconstructing the pieces of the plane in a base hangar, it was evident that Lt. Wright survived the initial impact and could have ejected, but chose to stay with his airplane and tried to dead stick it over the town and into Kailua Bay. Unfortunately, it wasn't successful despite the heroic efforts of Lt. Wright.
"Pickle grass"?... never heard it called that, even when covered with doughnut puke... more commonly known as 'ice plant'... low-growing, creeping succulent plant, with triangular 'leaves', probably related to cactus of some kind... widely used by the California DOT on freeway banks as erosion control, comes in a couple of colors when in bloom, makes sure that the entire bank will 'slide' as one mat, when the soil gets wet enough. Long a favorite of DI's, and Company Gunnys at MCRD and Pendleton. Good for collecting butts and trash, eventually looks pretty mangy (well, not at MCRD, now that there are very few Quonset huts to plant it around).
When mangy, full of butts at Pendleton (filters... pre filter, and still in tobacco use days, 'field stripping' butts took care of that)... would cause the Gunny to levy working party quotas on Platoon Sergeants. The ice plant would be torn out by the roots, the area around the barracks would be raked level, and sections of the recently up-rooted plants would be tucked back into Mother Earth... dressed to the right, covered, laid out with string, watered from buckets... and it would thrive in the caliche soil (or sand, in the case of MCRD)... until it had grown into a mess again. I can attest to the fact that an AWOL bag full of clippings from the San Mateo area of Pendleton once transited the Pacific Ocean to Okinawa in the USS Hugh N. Gaffey with 2/1 (and also the Second 'Transplacement Battalion', 1/1 having been the first) in 1959... may have been a matter of incompatibility with the soil, or having lost too much moisture in the two weeks in Sgt Cody's AWOL bag. We tried... but it didn't 'take'. (Fortunately, I suspect that Grit's newsletter is not read by many, if any, tree-huggers, who would get the fainting vapors at the thought of introducing 'non-native' flora into the pristine environs of 'the rock'. BTW, it was also good for over-loading the cube type Dempster-Dumpsters... a dumpster full of ice plant might be enough to cause the truck to lift the front wheels when 'they' (civil servants... neither 'civil' ,nor 'servile') from Facility Maintenance attempted to pick it up...
For the few who might really give a rat's gluteus maximus... Dempster manufacturing, on Dempster Avenue in Chicago, came up with 'the Dumpster', lo, these many years ago... the name has been much bast-rdized over the years, and 'dumpster', like 'Kleenex' has become generic...
Picture is the driver's seat area and radio in an Ontos... grid to the right is around the firing panel, box magazines are for the M-8 .50 Cal spotting rifles. This vehicle was at Fort Knox Armor Center Museum, may now be re-located to Fort Benning... total restoration, frame-up, about seven years worth of a labor of love by some Ontos crewmen... sorry, I didn't write their names down...
"The crisis is arrived when we must assert our rights, or submit to every imposition, that can be heaped upon us, till custom and use shall make us as tame and abject slaves."
--George Washington (1774)
"Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves."
"We're surrounded. That simplifies the problem!"
--Chesty Puller, USMC
"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first."
"A major source of objection to a free economy is precisely that... it gives people what they want instead of what a particular group thinks they ought to want. Underlying most arguments against the free market is a lack of belief in freedom itself."
"The more MARINES I have around the better I like it!"
--GEN. Mark Clark, US.ARMY
"Patriotism is supporting your country all the time, and your government when it deserves it."
When a female reporter recently asked a Marine Sergeant about him and his men being possibly sent into harm's way, the Sergeant replied, "Ma'am, we're United States Marines. We ARE harm's way."
"The deadliest weapon in the world is a MARINE and his rifle!"
--GEN. Pershing, US.ARMY
"The most important service rendered by the press and the magazines is that of educating people to approach printed matter with distrust."
Leader of men, teller of tall tales, legend in his own mind, U.S. Marine extraordinaire, stream fordable, air dropable, beer fueled, water cooled, author, history maker, lecturer, traveler, freedom fighter, defender of the faith. Wars fought, tigers tamed, revolutions started, bars emptied, alligators castrated. Let me win your hearts and minds or I'll burn your d-mn hut down.
Lean back... dig 'em in... heels, heels, heels!