Bradley is a big 7 month old! He is our first baby, we've been married for 6 years. My husband, Nick, spent 4 years active duty in the USMC based out of 29 Palms. We now live in WA state near to family and Nick now has a career in law enforcement. Bradley and I are home together and enjoy every moment!
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I watched the documentary Chosin last weekend. Outstanding, what a story! I think we need more Korean War stories. Please if you are a Korean War Vet write in. Inchon, Chosin, Wosan, the hill fights.
Marine Blue Benz
Semper Fi Sgt. Grit,
I always planned to get another Mercedes SL convertible and this 2004 fell in my lap at a great price. Since it is Marine Corps Blue I decided to dress it up with Sgt Grit parts.
1st â€“ A Marine badge in front grill.
2nd - The AMG logos on the side were removed and replaced with USMC logos.
3rd - On the trunk is a Semper Fi Plate holder holding my Vietnam Veteran plate, Marine Combat Veteran sticker, Silver Star sticker, and Marine Corps screws to hold the plate.
Hopefully the pictures will show the parts. I get a great response from other Marines when they see it.
SSGT of Marines
1967 - 1970, Vietnam 1968
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Wearing EGA on Trops and Khaki Uniforms.
Taken at Kaneohe Bay in 59; MACS-2, MAG-13, 1st Marine Brigade, FMF.
I had an MOS of 6741, Aviation Electronics Operator, but also was the Operations Clerk and we always wore collar emblems on the both uniforms.
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Washington Times, The (DC) - July 29, 1994
Gilbert H. Holmes, 69, honored Marine Captain
Gilbert H. Holmes, 69, a retired U.S. Marine Captain, died July 22 of severe brain damage at the Veterans Administration Hospital in the District.
Capt. Holmes suffered brain damage when an attacker picked him up and threw him to the ground during a May 9 robbery near his home in the District.
He enlisted in the Marine Corps in 1943 and fought in the battles of Guam and Okinawa with the 6th Marine Division. During these campaigns, he was wounded three times.
One of the wounds was caused by shell fragments in his right eye, which deteriorated over the years until he was blind in that eye.
His subsequent assignments included a tour at the Marine Barracks in the District along with George C. Scott, who later became an actor. He was selected for officer training in 1950 and attended the Basic School at Quantico.
After training at the Basic School, he joined the 1st Marine Division fighting in Korea. He was again wounded in action and was awarded the Silver Star for gallantry in action.
Upon completion of his duty in Korea, Capt. Holmes served in a variety of assignments in the United States and overseas. He retired from the Corps in 1963.
There are few details of his personal life, but it is known that he was once married and divorced. A son, Michael, was born in 1966, and a daughter, Evelyn, was born in 1968.
He is believed to be survived by his children and other relatives, but they have not been located or identified at this time.
Funeral services will be held at the old Fort Myer Chapel at 8:45 a.m. Aug. 4, followed by interment at Arlington National Cemetery with full military honors.
Inscription: Captain, U.S. Marine Corps
World War II, Korea
Silver Star, Purple Heart & 3 Gold Stars
Cpl '65-'69, RVN '68-'69
1847 Marine Uniform
Dear Sgt Grit,
I was stationed at Camp McTercus from March 1970 to March 1974. I worked for Special Services at Tin Can just below Camp Courtney. The NCOIC of Special Services was Top Walker. Walker liked to volunteer me for special assignments ranging from civilian payroll clerk, brig detail, NCOIC of the warehouse, etc., besides my regular job of Col. Wilson L. Cooks' driver.
This picture is of me in an 1847 Marine uniform. The Marine Corps Birthday ball was held at Sukiran. The Army sent a CH53 Chinook to pick-up the "volunteers" and choppered us over to Sukiran. Commandant Gen. Chapman, Asst. Commandant Gen Lew Walt, future Commandants Gen Wilson and Gen. Barrow, along with a General from the Army were in attendance. Gen Walt shook all of our hands and "shot the sh-t" with us "volunteers". Gen Walt had Mustanged from Pvt to General. He had been in the Marine Corps forever, so I asked him if he had ever worn my uniform on active duty. He chuckled and said that sometimes it feels like he had. The other volunteers held their breath until the General finished and they admonished me saying I couldn't speak like that to a General. General Walt is a Marines, Marine. I was only joking with him. He took it in stride. The photographer who took the pictures of us "volunteers" said they were going to be hung up at the Pentagon.
Semper Fi, Grit,
Sgt Angelo J. Manos (IR)
This is what we were called by the locals near our base. I was stationed in the Philippine Islands for two years in the mid '60s. May 1964 to May 1966 to be exact. The base's name was Naval Communications Station, San Miguel, P.I. It was a small Naval base about 20 miles from Olangapo. There were two Marine companies stationed there. One was a guard company and the other was a comm company. I was a member of the comm company. Company "C" Marine Support Bn - Naval Security Group Third Marine Division - FMFPAC. No Battalion or Regiment number.
The way we got our name "City Marines" was from the local bar maids at the nearest village near the base which we called The Crossroads. The town's actual name was San Antonio. The Crossroads consisted of about five bars which we visited on a regular basis. The bars names were - The Jungle Place, The Playboy, The Pink Elephant, The RRB (don't know what RRB stood for), and at least one more that I cannot remember the name of. The men of the comm company usually hung out at The Jungle Place and The Playboy. The girls would ask any new guy if he was a City Marine, Guard Marine, or a Sailor. The Sailors hung out at The Pink Elephant (go figure) most of the time and the guard Marines usually went to Olangapo for liberty but occasionally visited the bars at The Crossroads.
Now the reason for us being called City Marines:
The Sailors rate that the comm Marines worked with were "Communications Technician", or for short "CT". The girls spoke pretty good English but they were not good at comprehending acronyms so "CT" became "city" to them. Therefore the comm Marines were called "City Marines".
Cpl J. W. Riner - 1982640/2575
I have a question for the Vietnam Marines. I've noticed that letter designators for infantry companies include Delta, Hotel, and Mike, but I don't recall anyone referring to Weapons company. Were these used instead of the "Weapons" name? Nowadays the designators would be for 1st BN: Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Weapons, H&S. 2nd BN: Echo, Fox, Golf, Weapons, H&S. 3rd BN: India, Kilo, Lima, Weapons, H&S. This is just something I've been wondering for a while, and when these three were dropped from regular usage.
And by the way, just because somebody doesn't use the same exact terms as you doesn't mean they are a poser or that you are the most Old Corps Marine there is. The guys in my unit back in '95-'96 called everyone "fatazs", from "thanks fatazs", to "one more pull-up fatazs", to "hey fatazs, Gunny wants to see you." It was a unit joke and a unit term, I wouldn't expect every Marine from that time period to use it.
Figure Out Some Way
After Viet Nam I had very little time left in the Corps. I was stationed at Camp Pendleton, California where I was assigned to MPs. We guarded the gates around the Camp waving vehicles through. Admission was based on whether you had a valid bumper sticker on your car. You could tell the officers from the enlisted by the color of the sticker. That left no excuse for not saluting. Civilians had to get a visitor's pass at the Main gate. We carried a .45 caliber pistol and a club, and for safety there was no round in the chamber.
During my time with the MPs I was surprised to actually come in contact with real crime. For example a car load of civilians roll up to the San Onefre gate and asked where this place was. I explained it was Camp Pendleton Marine Corps Base. This was late at night and for some reason I was alone. Normally there would be two Marines on duty. They asked if they could come on base and I politely explained that it was very late and the base was private like a gated community and only open to the public during business hours. Then the driver smirked and said, "What if I just drive on in? What could you do about that?" Not knowing what I could have done I stepped back putting my hand on my pistol and said, "I'd just have to figure out some way to stop you". I was truly surprised when this guy actually believed my bluff and frantically turned around leaving the area. I would never have shot that guy but he didn't know that.
Another evening at the same gate I stopped a car full of young civilians. It was past visiting hours and this was not the gate to get a visitor's pass even if it weren't so late. While having no intention of letting them in I still asked for license and registration. The names on the documents did not match. In the state of California if you are driving someone else's car you have to have written permission. The driver did not have this required piece of paper. I then asked this kid if he had stolen the car. Surprisingly he answered, "Yes." I then took him at his word and had him and the others stepped out of the automobile. They were all hand cuffed and delivered to the California Highway Patrol. I was later thanked by the car's owner for finding their property.
Another time a fellow was dropped off by his civilian friends at the San Mateo gate to get a ride in with a Mobile Unit (MP Pick-up truck). While he was waiting he pulls out a marijuana cigarette and asked for a light. My partner on watch suddenly grabbed it and had the guy empty his pockets. He put about 7 or 8 pills of different kinds on the table. Somehow he woke up to what was going on and tried to swallow the pills. Me and my partner begged him not to ingest the pills fearing he would die. We got most of them out of his mouth. He was arrested and carted off to jail. I saw him later in court and he looked so much healthier. We may have done that guy a favor by getting him away from the drug life for a while.
The worst thing to happen though was one morning in mid-1968 when we were visited at our barracks by some detectives. All I was told was to stand in line in the hall and we would be questioned one at a time by the police. It was finally my turn and it was revealed that someone had murdered a woman in town and stolen her car which was parked in our barracks parking lot. I was blown away. To think that someone had done such a terrible thing and chances were that the culprit was somewhere in our barracks. They showed me her picture. She lay dead on the floor, her head under the bed. They asked if I had heard anything. I replied, "No". Then they burst out with, "Why'd you do it?". I looked at them quizzically and said something like, "Huh?". After that they dismissed me. My only guess was that if I had been the bad guy I might have shown a guilty face. As I left, passing all those who were yet to be questioned, I wondered who was the one. Who could do such a thing? Who would it be when confronted with the detective's question, "Why'd you do it?" that would break down and confess.
A few weeks later I was discharged, but years later I still wondered if that case was ever solved. If anyone out there recalls this incident please reply via Sgt. Grit and let me know the details. Thanks.
Served In World War II, Korea, and Vietnam
As a Retired Marine that served in World War II, Korea and Vietnam I was reflecting with my memories of the times, "Going to War at age seventeen".
I remember going to the bleak Island of Guam in ships having "Darken Ship", "General Quarters" - drills where all passengers went to the ships compartment assigned to them. Passengers worried about what was going on above them as the ship rattled and banged with the gunfire, sweating as there was no cool air in the compartments.
Arriving on Guam with all the Palm trees at the beach stripped of everything but maybe a trunk here and there. I remember SeaBee tractors digging trenches and burying bodies of Japanese Soldiers and marking the spot "27 Japanese" here. It was October 1944, the island was secured but the fighting wasn't over, (I believe the last Japanese left the Island of Guam in the 1970's).
Okinawa was a maelstrom of fiery tracers, battleships firing with huge explosions, earth, houses and whatever else flew into the air, settling to earth with a dusty cloud and a clap of thunder as the explosion detonation reached back to us a mile or more away.
Planes flying into ships, blowing ships up like a firecracker in a tin can, men helping the ship's crew clean up the bloody damage, while watching for more Hari Kari as they were called. I fell down a hill and was sent to Saipan on a ship still dodging planes, kicking and sweeping shrapnel off the ships after enemy aircraft flew over.
Going home a War Veteran at age nineteen years with no knowledge of what to do, what to wear and where to go. The Government allowed us $20 a week for 52 weeks while they found us jobs. I was able to collect only two weeks of the 52/20 Club money before they found me a job.
I guess I expected more because I was unhappy with the job, I quit the job and went west to San Francisco. There the jobs were no better so I went back, I had to, I couldn't stand it anymore and it was good to be back in uniform, checking Sailors at the main gate.
At San Francisco Naval Ship Yards we Guarded the base and Buried the War Dead as they were being brought back. I, also, served at a Naval Prison that was being closed, transferring Prisoners to areas closer to their homes. Then, suddenly, Korea was attacked by Communist Troops from North Korea, a country split in two by the act of three Government Leaders, United States, Britain and Russia.
Again I had to go through Training for War and boarded ship for Pusan, Korea. With Summers hot, when rain fell the land turned to mud, the sun came out and the land turned to dust that covered everything. Korean's used human waste to fertilize their fields, Korean toilets hide large vats (usually half oil drums) and the local waste hauler would come by daily and remove the waste into a large vat he carried on the back of a wagon pulled by a horse. The smell was terrible, awful, almost beyond belief. You could watch the waste hauler dumping the human waste into holes in the middle of farm lands, water was poured into the hole and the mixture of waste and water was used to fertilize the fields of rice, vegetables, whatever.
Government Regulations were passed out forbidding American Soldiers, Sailors and Marines to eat any Korean grown food. Trench Warfare was back and so was the tremors and bad dreams of friends that had gone through hand to hand combat. Holding a buddy as he cried and shook with the remembrance of killing an enemy face to face as he fought for his life. Coming home again to Wife and children. It took a long time to get the Korean mud off the boondockers and dungarees, language toned down and not jumping every time a car back fired.
The life of a Marine between War is training and preparing, he may be a Sentry at a Navy Yard, or going to an Occupation school learning the trade of his Profession, Marine. Then I am thrust into war again, but this time training is with a new rifle, new tactics and new methods of getting to Battle quicker, if you are wounded, getting Medical Aid Faster. All this is needed as Battles are harder and faster, the enemy is ready to die and charges you with the equanimity that he will go to his heaven if he sends you to yours. Weapons are more violent and Death can be sent from greater distances though he is a peasant he has been trained by Experienced Soldiers of a Nation dedicated to your destruction. You fly over the Red Brick road, you find it hard to believe anyone could live through bombing like that of an Arc Light.
One day, laying on your bunk I hear the unmistakable sound of a grenade going off. I knew a helicopter has just returned so I ran to the LZ to see Marines staggering and some seriously wounded on the pavement. You grab your jeep and haul as many as you can to Med Bn down the road. Then you go back to the LZ and help clean up. Later I went home with a tag on my dungaree jacket to a hospital just a few miles from your home, the wife and children come visiting. I recoup and then, suddenly, it's over for you, my twenty plus years says it's time to go home and rest on any laurels, let the younger men fight to survive another day.
GySgt. F. L. Rousseau, USMC Retired
During WWII, my dad was in Navy Air, radio-gunner in a torpedo bomber, but by great good fortune and the stupidity of an ensign he was run over by a 5-ton truck that broke his back and knocked him out of the war, probably saving both our lives.
He said that Army Aviators were told if they got lost to find a river or railroad and follow it to a city, to orientate themselves. And naval aviators were told if flying over land to look left and right before crossing a river or railroad in case there was a lost army flyer trying to find his way home.
When I was at Lejeune, calling someone a "Non-swooping SOB" was a big insult.
Robert A. Hall
End Of An Era
The CH-46E Sea Knight is being retired from service.
In by Chopper
Good morning Sgt. Grit and staff. Just enjoying reading the newsletter and a couple of stories moved me to drop a line.
In 1970 after graduating from boot camp, going to ITR and the BITS we finally were give a 10 day leave. Six months there about and I wanted to go home see some friends, family and most importantly my lady. After my leave I was at Treasure Island awaiting transport to K-bay, HI. My first duty station and I was going to HI. Man I thought this man's Corps is not bad at all. Well not long after arriving and being assigned to A company, 1/8 I found out a lot about the inner island beauty of Oahu. We went on some of the most difficult humps I had been on throughout my enter time in the grunts. The mountains in HI are some huge mountains. At the beginning of one hump they dropped us in by chopper. The Marine flying that chopper did one heck of a job. When he set down there was less than 24 inches on either side of the chopper. The flight crew was directing us off of the chopper in a safe manner and making sure no one took that very long step over the edge of the mountain. We stayed at K-bay for a short while because they were emptying out the entire Blt and sending all of us to Nam or Okinawa. Most of us stayed in Okinawa and did a float for six months including many long areas of the Nam coast.
After being out of the Corps for many years my wife and I went to HI for a week to kick back enjoy life and be free of the rug rats for a few days. I wanted to drive by a check out K-bay so we did. As I drove up the front gate looked nothing like what it was when I was there in '70. Well what would you expect it now being 1995. I went and spoke with one of the Marines and told him my story and he said you're looking for the old main gate and he gave me instructions on how to get to it. Well we did drive to the old main gate and sure enough it was just like it was when I was there in 1970. I do not know what they use it for now a back gate or whatever but it was nothing but a little MP shack with the red and gold sign welcoming you to MCB Kaneohe Bay. It looked so small and uninviting then because it was not manned, there was no traffic and it was a bit of a mess. Not bad just needed to have some work done to clean it up a bit. It was also the place I received my first office hours for falling asleep on fire watch. The skipper was really cool about it and slapped me then suspended the whole punishment for six months clean conduct. I had been in the Corps all of 8 months and received office hours. One of the best things about K-bay was right out the back door of the barracks was the beach. There was a really cool place to go swimming and to swim around a little reef type area. There were a whole mess of little very colorful fish you could see and all. It was great.
I also read an article about Marines honesty and language use. I know having been in many different units and a couple of different MOS's that the language issue is one we all dealt with but whenever a lady was in the area the language was cleaned up. As a grunt we almost all had the worst mouths around. Use of the F' bomb and many other G-D, SOB so on and so forth. We seemed to be unable to speak without as they say dirty language being used every other word. However whenever the place or the company was not such to use this type of language we did not. There was no order given or anything like that. We just cleaned the language up. In the air wing working in offices with a lot of Women Marines, civilian women DOD types and high ranking officers all over the place you had to keep things clean.
The one thing that was never questioned as long as I was in the Corps was the Honesty of any Marine. In each and every unit no matter where we were at no matter what we were doing there was never an issue of questioning the honesty of a Marine. Now I did not say that this is the way it was throughout the Corps, and I know there have been times Marines have stolen and even worse stolen from a follow Marine. However I will say this that most all Marines stand tall and do all they can to prevent anything from happening that would call into question their or their units honesty.
SSgt. Joseph E. Whimple
U.S.M.C 1970 / 1976
The CO Was Late
Was stationed at Camp Lejeune from October '58 to August '59. Got 96s every month and made the trip to NYC often. Never needed the circle since we had more than enough going to NYC always. One weekend we had a "new" passenger. Those of us in HqCo. HqBn. recognized him as the CO of the group but never said anything. It was a very quiet drive to say the least. We got home early in the morning at the GW Bridge in the city and were told to be back by a certain time on Sunday. Needless to say the CO was late and was left there. He had to take a leave day and when he returned we were summoned to the office. We could only imagine how bad it was going to be. We got extra duty for leaving a Marine behind but it could have been much worse. He was a Mustang and took sympathy on the enlisted. First Sgt told us he could not believe how easy the CO was with us. He added on some more extra instruction anyway. It was the only time he traveled with us. Many tickets on route but we still made the trips. Those were the days, even if we did not think so at the time.
Finally His DI Yells
I remember the swim test from July or August '64 well.
There was the big ol' farm boy from the Midwest in one of the other platoons standing on the side of the pool crying, tears just running down his face. (I think that the deepest water he had ever seen was a shallow creek on his daddy's farm.) After a couple minutes of yelling at him to jump into the pool, his DI finally just gave him a shove. He went straight to the bottom in the deep end and just sort of sat there, bubbles coming up. 15, 20, 30 seconds pass and everybody is just sort of standing there watching him. Finally his DI yells "G â€“ D it!", slams his Hat down on the deck, dives in fully dressed (Khaki uniform, not utilities) and pulls the guy out. I'm standing there in formation, at attention, biting my tongue trying not to laugh. It was the funniest things I saw during my recruit training at MCRD-SD. The farm boy was fine, he came out coughing and sputtering, but otherwise un-harmed. I don't know what ever happened to him, but I'm sure it involved swimming lessons, and more pushups than I would ever care to think about.
1500 Days In Captivity
First of all thank you for your great donation to our Veterans Appreciation Picnic that was held on 24 August 2013. All that chose prizes form the Sgt. Grit box were ecstatic with their choices.
On 14 September I was asked to speak at a local VFW event where 6 former POW's were brought to their Post in Fair Oaks, CA, to be honored. They were from WWII, Korea, and Vietnam and ranged in age from 64 to 89 years of age, and all were just as spry as they could be! Two of the 6 also happened to have been MARINES.
In the two images I have forwarded you will find first where I am giving my speech and then the second is where I am presenting one of my "Vietnam Scrolls" to the former Vietnam POW. The gentleman is former Chief Warrant Officer Michael O'Connor who spent over 1500 days in captivity, and if my memory serves me correctly part of his captivity was spent at the "Hanoi Hilton".
What an honor to have met this man up close and personal and listen to him speak about his ordeal. Talk about a true American Hero, in fact all of these great men are true American Hero's and I made certain that all were told "Welcome Home"!
P. A. Reyes
American Legion Post 637
Citrus Heights, CA GySgt (ret)
This is me, my wife, my brother, and my son Ron Montgomery III (second generation MARINE). He was in Platoon 2074 that graduated on 9-20-13. Here we are standing on those Oh, SO FAMOUS yellow footprints at Parris Island... Thanks for any info you can provide.
Proud Marine Mom
My son just graduated from Marine boot camp at MCRD San Diego on September 6th. Not only did I travel from Missouri, 1643 miles to MCRD San Diego, to see him graduate 8 others went also.
PFC Derek M Rea
Proud Marine Mom
In 1998, I was attached to MWSS-273 EOD unit in Beaufort S.C. I was a SGT and had just come back from 29 Palms training exercise. While at 29 palms we combined an air and ground EOD team so we could cross train. The NCOIC of the ground unit was GySgt Jeff Hackett. He was a serious Marine and took what we did in EOD with a passion that was unmatched. Me just being a young SGT he thought that I was about as experienced as a new born babe. So when he found out I had put in a Warrant Officer Package he blew a gasket. He was so p-ssed that he went ahead and put in a package.
Fast forward back to Beaufort, SC, and I was awaiting the arrival of our new Warrant Officer... Jeff Hackett. Needless to say Jeff blamed me for him being selected and took great joy pummeling me in any way shape or form. Looking back on it now I think he saw in me the same cocky, arrogant full of myself Marine that he was when he was younger.
All was going well until WO Hackett decided he wanted to put on a dog and pony show for the command. We aptly named it the b-tt smack OP, but like all good Marines got everything set up to put on an awesome EOD show. My job was to brief the collected masses on ordnance ID right after WO Hackett did the opening intro that climaxed with a massive explosion.
WO Hackett does his intro and BOOM big explosion off in the distance followed by the massed Officers all applauding. I was up and I walked in front of the bleachers where everybody was seated and began my period of instruction on ordnance ID. However we had added a new twist to this period of instruction that WO Hackett was not aware of. We had all kinds of ordnance laid out and in my hand was an INERT M67 frag grenade. I began my class by saying "Ever since I became EOD and people see my badge they ask me if I am nuts. I am here to tell you that I am 100 percent certified nuts". I pulled the pin and tossed the INERT grenade behind the bleachers. We had about a 1/4 stick of C-4 just behind the bleachers and set it off with the M122 remote firing device. BOOM! Officers were screaming and running in all directions. It goes without saying that WO Hackett was beyond p-ssed at me but it was one of the funniest things I ever did in the Marines. He tried his best to yell at me but he could not keep a straight face and was deep down fighting with everything he had not to laugh. WO Hackett was one H-ll of a EOD Marine and I am submitting this story because yesterday at the Modern Day Marine show on Quantico I learned he had taken his life after suffering from PTSD. I think we all should try and remember the Marines who were a big influence on us by reminding ourselves of the good times and not the bad. RIP MAJ Hackett you were one H-ll of a EOD Marine
Note: Sgt Howell brings up an excellent point. Send me some stories about your most influential Marine, other than one of your DI's.
You Know Him Now
He'll die before he'll yield,
And never would he leave.
A comrade on the field,
With family left to grieve.
He'll volunteer to go,
Where you would shake in fear.
The cost you'll never know,
In blood and sweat and tears.
He'll do the needful thing,
This blade both cold and keen, This eagle on the wing - You know him now: Marine.
Former SSgt Bob Hall
The Basic Military Rules
Marine Corps Rules:
01. Be courteous to everyone, friendly to no one.
02. Decide to be aggressive enough, quickly enough.
03. Have a plan.
04. Have a back-up plan, because the first one probably won't work.
05. Be polite. Be professional. But, have a plan to kill everyone you meet.
06. Do not attend a gunfight with a handgun whose caliber does not start with a '4'.
07. Anything worth shooting is worth shooting twice. Ammo is cheap. Life is expensive.
08. Move away from your attacker. Distance is your friend (Lateral & diagonal preferred.)
09. Use cover or concealment as much as possible.
10. Flank your adversary when possible. Protect yours.
11. Always cheat; always win. The only unfair fight is the one you lose.
12. In ten years nobody will remember the details of caliber, stance, or tactics. They will only remember who lived.
13. If you are not shooting, you should be communicating your intention to shoot.
Navy SEAL Rules:
1. Look very cool in sunglasses.
2. Kill every living thing within view.
3. Adjust Speedo.
4. Check hair in mirror.
US Army Rangers Rules:
1. Walk in 50 miles wearing 75 pound rucksack while starving.
2. Locate individuals requiring killing.
3. Request permission via radio from 'Higher' to perform killing.
4. Curse bitterly when mission is aborted.
5. Walk out 50 miles wearing a 75 pound rucksack while starving.
US Army Rules:
1. Curse bitterly when receiving operational order.
2. Make sure there is extra ammo and extra coffee.
3. Curse bitterly.
4. Curse bitterly.
5. Do not listen to 2nd LTs; it can get you killed.
6. Call in air strike on suspected targets.
7. Curse bitterly.
US Air Force Rules:
01. Have a cocktail.
02. Adjust temperature on air-conditioner.
03. See what's on HBO.
04. Ask 'What is a gunfight?'
05. Request more funding from Congress with a 'killer' Power Point presentation.
06. Wine & dine 'key' Congressmen, invite DOD & defense industry executives.
07. Receive funding, set up new command and assemble assets.
08. Declare the assets 'strategic' and never deploy them operationally.
09. Hurry to make 13:45 tee-time.
10. Make sure the base is as far as possible from the conflict but close enough to have tax exemption.
US Navy Rules:
1. Go to Sea.
2. Drink Coffee.
3. Deploy Marines.
Respected Or Hated
This is a new condition under consideration by the Veterans Administration. Some consider it a dangerous affliction; others say it's a positive condition. It affects mostly men but can affect some women too.
Symptoms to look for are:
1. Pride in oneself and the organization they represent.
2. A strong willingness to put in extra attention to detail to get the job done.
3. May wear articles of Marine clothing; T-shirts, jackets, watches, well into their 80's.
4. Will not hesitate to stand up or put their hand over their heart, or even salute when the National Anthem is played.
5. Does not succumb easily to political correctness.
6. Is sure of who they are.
7. Is often either respected or hated by others, due to their abilities and talents.
8. May donate toys to needy kids at Christmas.
9. Some have been known to wear their hair in a high and tight well into their 90's.
10. Will look you directly in the eye when talking to you.
11. Will give you a firm handshake.
12. Knows what "honor, courage and commitment" mean.
13. Can usually be found in some type of leadership position in whatever organization they work for.
14. Will often regard their drill instructors with the same respect as their parents.
15. Often found in either law enforcement or various leadership professions.
16. Is extremely thorough at what they do.
17. Does not wear a bunch of patches to adorn their uniform. Their title of Marine is usually sufficient.
18. Often arrives at work earlier than expected. If they wear a shirt and tie in their job, you might see the tie clip between the third and fourth button, centered.
19. Had spent time training at one of three places; Parris Island, San Diego, or Quantico.
20. May be able to field strip his rifle, up to 60 years after leaving active duty.
21. Can recite the nomenclature of the M1, M14 or M16.
22. May often have his pencils sharpened to a perfect precision point.
23. Will not back down from a fight.
Other symptoms include willingness to take on a challenge and maintaining a positive attitude in the face of adversity.
Yes, CMS is real, and it's very hard to treat. The person with this condition often utters phrases such as "Once a Marine always a Marine," or "Ooo-Rah!"
Some may even say "Semper Fi" on many occasions.
If you know someone with this condition, it is best to just let them be. These people tend to be fiercely loyal to the Marine Corps.
The FLIGHT LINE
Submitted by: MARINE Jim McCallum (the ole gunny)
Vol. #6, #8 (AUG., 2016)
The arrival of Willy and the caged Myna Bird from the Hanger was not a very welcome sight once Doris saw what Willy had in the front seat of the Austen Healy. I was later to hear that there was a very heated discussion concerning the final placement of the Bird and it's cage, and it wasn't in the house. Had Doris' instructions been followed, Willy would have had trouble sitting comfortably for some time, or at all.
Some sort of resolution must have been reached because when I later went over to Willy's the bird had a place on a table in the dining room where he (I think) could be heard, but not seen. All this took place just a few days before Willy's birthday. Remember that we were all just back from Nam and every time someone had a "good day or took a deep breath" it was cause for a party of some sorts. I can't remember what the occasion was (maybe Birthday) but, there was to be a major gathering at Willy's for one reason or the other and Beer was to be the drink of choice. Responsibility for providing the "Nectar of the Gods" fell on me. I determined that a Keg would just about be enough for all that had planned on attending this extravaganza. So I rounded up a couple of guy's from my section and we went to pick-up the keg and then took it over to Willy's house. Once we got it in the house and tapped, it was necessary to perform a "Taste Test" to determine if it had been damaged in transit. The first test was not conclusive so, repeated test were necessary to really affirm the validity of the previous test and of course this verification process went on for most of the day until it was determined that the Beer was safe to drink. Well, by the time that the stamp of approval by Quality Assurance was about to be affixed to the product, we were informed that we were on the "Beer Low Limit Warning Light" and another Keg would be required to complete the mission. I hate when that happens. So, I was off to the Bar for another keg.
By this time everybody was coming in to help get rid of this soon to be "dead keg". The bathroom was showing a "High Usage" light and the Myna Bird was making all sorts of collectable comments as the Ladies passed by his cage and new home. I don't know how many time's I heard about one of the gals stopping and looking around to see who said something foul, only to see the bird. Then they'd just shrug their shoulders and turn around and continue on.
Exercises Involving Teamwork
That'd be as in 'the germ of an idea'... tidying up in the cave (much like arranging deck chairs on the Titanic), happened to flip open an old platoon book, saw a couple of recruit physical conditioning fads that likely are no longer in vogue... one being 'log drill', the other 'bucket drill'. Log drill, which involves, well, 'logs', or as we oldsters would call them, "telephone poles", painted with white circular stripes to divide the length into eight or so equal lengths. These could be used for all sorts of strenuous exercises involving teamwork. Each section probably ranged somewhere between 40 to 60 pounds, making teamwork and timing mandatory. One of the exercises involved holding the log across the chest while supine, then doing team sit-ups on command... probably not going to see that one promoted on TV, but it would for sure tighten up the ol' six-pack. (having continued the inhalation/exhalation cycle for close to three-quarters of a century, and seniority having its privileges, have swapped the six pack for a keg...) Another exercise involved moving the log from one shoulder to the other... during which it became airborne... enough to make some Safety 'O' wet his tighty-whities today...
Bucket drill involved filling the ubiquitous multi-purpose bucket with some level of sand, and using it much like a dumbbell... curls, lateral raises, etc. Recruits would be paired off for those movements requiring two buckets... don't think that one lasted more than a year or so, and suspect today's current version may involve 'kettle-bells'. Methods come and go over the years, and somebody's always got the newest and latest idea... to achieve the same end... that being sweat and (temporarily) sore muscles...
My thought here was to provoke some input from the readership on those things they really kinda hated to see coming, groaned about at the time, brag about now, and have never forgotten...
(BTW... last documentary I saw on BUDS (first step for SEALS) showed log drill as a precursor to handling boats)
OOO - fricken' - RAH! Armed well-trained citizens are without a doubt the absolute best crime deterrent. The best part of this story is that the Marine veteran has saved the city, county and / or State of Washington hundreds of thousands dollars in legal fees & incarceration costs by permanently removing the scumbag from the gene pool.
Car Thief's Horrible Miscalculation Turns Out to Be Deadly After He Targeted Armed Former Marine:
Sgt John Wear
I remember wearing EGA's on my collars in 1954 to 1957.
Semper Fi, Gung-Ho, Ohrah!
In your recent posting you wondered what the deal was with the three Marines in utilities in the middle of the platoon pic. When we had our boot platoon pic taken circa 1962, we had several Marines in utilities because "Supply" did not have dress greens to fit them... to tall, too small, etc. This may be an answer to your question.
Keep up the Great Work Marine!
"We still find the greedy hand of government thrusting itself into every corner and crevice of industry, and grasping at the spoil of the multitude. Invention is continually exercised to furnish new pretenses for revenue and taxation. It watches prosperity as its prey and permits none to escape without a tribute."
--Thomas Paine, The Rights of Man 
"Casualties many; Percentage of dead not known; Combat efficiency; we are winning."
--Colonel David M. Shoup, USMC, Tarawa, 21 November 1943.
"So they've got us surrounded? Good! Now we can fire in any direction. Those b-st-rds won't get away this time!"
--Chesty Puller, USMC
"The further a society drifts from truth, the more it will hate those who speak it."
"When even one American â€” who has done nothing wrong â€” is forced by fear to shut his mind and close his mouth, then all Americans are in peril."
"Good people don't need laws to tell them to act responsibly and bad people will find a way around the laws."
"The first time you blow someone away is not an insignificant event. That said, there are some aszholes in the world that just need to be shot."
--Marine Gen. James Mattis
"Are you looking at me boy?"
"Yeah you are, I think you like me" "Do you like me boy?"
(no good answer here so you say YES SIR)
"You like me?"
"Liken' leads to loven' and loven' leads to f---'n. "You want to f--- me boy?"
(And round we go)
"Survive the eighteen weeks and you get to call yourself a Marine, and everyone else calls you a Marine. I must be a Marine. You are a Marine. It took eighteen weeks to change you into a Marine. You will never change back into non-Marine. It's inside you. It's all over your character. You can taste it. You are in the Cr-tch forever. The only classifications of Marines are, Active & Inactive. You see once you're in this wonderful, and proud chickens--- outfit you can't get out, and besides who would want to? We are all proud to be Marines."
God Bless the American Dream!