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Sgt Grit Newsletter - 06 MAR 2014

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I purchased a helmet from you a few months ago. I was wearing it when I had an accident last Thursday. It did its job. It got a little skinned up but it protected me as it should have. I'm working with the insurance company who will be replacing it, so I'll be ordering a new one in the next day or so, but wanted to send a picture of what I submitted to them.

Attached are the results of the accident. Mind you I was only going 25 mph. I slipped on black ice and came down on asphalt.

Stay safe out there and Semper Fi.

Frederick C. Montney III
MSgt USMC Retired.

Get mentioned helmet at:

U.S. Marine Glossy Full-Face Motorcycle Helmet - DOT Approved

Blue Cover

The Blue Cover was still utilized in 1956-57 as this photo from 1957 attests. I was a member of the 3rd Silent drill Platoon at Marine Barracks, 8th and I St., Wash. DC. The photo was taken at San Diego Recruit Depot as we performed our drill.

Ralph E Reimers,
Sgt USMC 1955-59

Sgt. Grit,

In reference to Gunny Santiago's email and picture of the blue cover and belts. I am enclosing a picture of a burial detail I was in, back in 1957 when I was on I&I duty in my home town of Atlantic City, NJ. I am second from the right. We must not have had the blue belt at that time or I'm sure we would have worn them. This is the only time I ever wore the blue cover.

Former Drill Instructor, Parris Island 1967-1969, Semper Fi!
Gunny Jack Bolton

Chuckled Under Our Breath

RE: Sgt. Rader's memories of the ascot-looking green field scarf... When I entered boot camp at MCRD-SD in February 1957, the DIs wore them, along with a duty belt and regular cover. The change to the campaign covers came sometime in mid-March 1957.

I remember when our Senior DI, a rather pudgy fellow, fell us out wearing his. We all chuckled under our breaths. Never ran so much in one day!

Semper Fi,
WWW 1657xxx

Feed It In Backwards

I was in 3/67 Basic School right behind you. After Tank Orientation at Camp Del Mar, I was assigned to 1st Plt, Bravo Company, 2nd Tank Battalion at Lejeune. We had trouble with the .50 cal. turret mounted machine gun jamming on us in the M48-A1 tanks. We had all kinds of Technicians from the factory out, but none could figure out what was wrong. Finally my Platoon Sergeant, GySgt Harrington, figured out the problem. The .50 cal. was laying on its side in the mount with the normal feeding slot pointing down. Everything was backwards. We merely had to unload the ammo and feed it in backwards. The gun worked beautifully. The only problem was that we had to repack all the ammunition in the ammo cans. I had that Platoon for over a year and we seemed to be assigned out in support continuously.

Ed Dodd
1st Lt USMC (forever)

Trying To Look Old Corps

I recently bought the (green wool) Service (4-pocket, alpha) Coat formerly worn by a WW2 Marine (Cpl. named Nickels). The seller at the area Military Collector's Show had no data on the Marine, but the (WW2 era) "patch" is III Amphibious Corps, the Coat is dated Sept '42, & aside from the Ribbons (WW2 Victory, American Campaign, & Asiatic-Pacific Campaign (w/ star)) - there is a Presidential Unit Citation (with star). From some initial research, it seems this Vet was at least involved with the re-capture of Guam, the Assault on Peleliu, or perhaps the later Campaign on Okinawa.

With all the recent Uniform talk; I was wondering if any knew if WW2 era (Service) Coats were worn with the Black Garrison Belt (?) as the Coat has belt loops... Also, I am unsure of the Coat's specific size - it's only identified as "4 M" (does anyone know how this sizing system worked?)

In terms of my own Uniform preference(s); I was po'd when the Marine Corps pitched the all Wool alphas (I think sometime in '84 (or '85) for the single type poly green's - really a horrible mess (especially that Coat. Thank God the Airwing rarely wore alphas (though I kept the wools, anyway). For Utilities, the Corps was still transitioning from the (straight-pocket) poplin 'cammie' Rip-Stop to the new Woodlands. At PI in '83, we were issued 1 set of the old ripstop (which we had to turn-in before graduation) & 3 sets of Woodlands (most with the poor early seams that easily blew-out). In the Fleet, most who cared (especially all those trying to look "Old Corps") did their best to acquire the old R-S (straight & slant pocket) The "slants" were especially cool. Aside from having most of my Woodlands stolen by laundry sailors on a Med Cruise, and having ALL of my Marine stuff stolen shortly after discharge in Dec '86, I did manage (much later) to re-acquire a set of those straight-pocket Rip-Stops!

Curt Reus
VMFA-314 "Blacknights" (CVW-13/USS Coral Sea)

Mr. Wayne PT'd With Us

Just a few comments reference the movie "In Harm's Way" made in Hawaii. Parts of the movie were filmed at MCAS, Kaneohe Bay, and other parts were filmed on Board Ship, and the Beaches. The Second Battalion actually played a significant part in the movie, including several close ups where they were dressed in the old Herring Bone Utilities, the Yellow Leggings, and the M-1 and the BAR. The third battalion, which I was in at the time, in Mike Co., 3rd. Batt. 4th Marines, Weapons Platoon, also took a smaller part by going over the side into Higgins Boats, and hitting the Beach. That scene was all filmed from a Copter way up high, so we didn't get to dress out in the Herring Bones. We were a little disappointed, to say the least.

Now, to the star of the show, John Wayne. Mr. Wayne actually came out and PT'd with us, and did a pretty fair job of doing it. It was near the completion of the shooting, and he was wearing the gray steel helmet with two white stars on it. He talked with us, and one of the guys, I don't remember his name, but like me, he was a hillbilly, and who had a bigger "Set" than me, asked Mr. Wayne if he would like to change helmets with him. To every one's surprise, Mr. Wayne said yes, he would as there were no more shots where he would need it. Although Mr. Wayne was a little disappointed that the exchange did not include the Cami-Cover, he still stuck with the deal. He understood, of course, that this L/Cpl. could not walk around wearing a two star Admirals steel pot. I would also like to mention to MGySgt. Blaile, that another movie where Mr. Wayne was a Marine, was the movie "Flying Leathernecks" not "Fighting Leathernecks". That was a movie where he told Robert Ryan, "You haven't got the guts to point your finger at a Guy and say, Go Get Killed!"

And one more item, not long after arriving at K-Bay in November of 1962, we all heard the story about "Hoot" mentioned my Cpl. Spilleth, whose unit we all referred to as "Wing Walkers". As for John Wayne, he was quite a Man, and a lot more friendlier than one of his co-stars, Kirk Douglas, who we couldn't even get a smile out of.

Hanline, Ralph J. 2003xxx
Feb. 20, 1962 - Aug. 20, 1966
Semper Fi Till I Die!


I was a Wireman/Radio Operator with 1/5 in 81mm Mortar Plt. 3rd section in Vietnam, May 1969-Apr 1970. The Battalion Call Sign for 1st Battalion, 5th Marines was GRIM REAPER. My Call Sign was GRIMREAPER -(W) Whiskey, (B) Bravo (For "B" Company). This was when 3rd section 81's was attached to "B" Company. I was honored to have been attached to A, B, C and D Companies during my tour of duty in Nam.

When I left Vietnam I went to Camp Lejeune and was with 2nd Tank Bn. And their Call Sign was BLITZKREIG. Both units had real feisty Call Signs. Not like Butterfly, Pampered Poodle, or what sounded politically correct or cute.

On the subject of SARGE, I was a Sergeant with the North college Hill Police Dept. near Cincinnati, OH, and one of my men called me Sarge. Needless to say I corrected him and told him My Rank was SERGEANT. When I made Sergeant on the Police Dept. I had 21 years Time In Grade as a Senior Patrolman. My remark was it took me 31 years to go from Corporal (USMC 1970) to Sergeant (Police 2001).

I look forward to the Sgt Grit Newsletters and sharing the stories of our Corps.

Semper Fi,
Daniel Y. Davis
USMC 1968-70
VN 1969-70 1/5 81mm Mortars, 3rd Section
North College Hill Police, Ohio 1979-2003

Bermuda Marine

The picture of Drill Instructor Sgt. McCollum brought back memories, he was my DI too. I was in platoon 304, Jan. - April 1959. He was not one of the original DI's, he joined the platoon about half-way through our cycle. I will say that he believed in discipline, and I had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of some of that discipline. He was a Bermuda Marine, as were GySgt. Rousseau and myself. Marine Barracks Bermuda was the featured Post of the Corps in a 1957 issue of Leatherneck. GySgt. Rousseau is featured in the article. NAS Bermuda was a seaplane base and tracking station as part of the anti-submarine warfare program of the day. It is long gone and closed down, as modern technology made it obsolete.

Paul Lindner, Cpl. 1959-1963

An Explanation For The Purpose

While reading all the uniform stories I was reminded of my time stationed with the 1st Med Bn at the Camp Mateo clinic 1978-1979. Like all the Marines the FMF Corpsmen wore the woodland BDU uniform but on occasion I would see Marines wearing the BDU trousers along with the short sleeve khaki shirt in the company areas. Never did get an explanation for the purpose and at the time I assumed it was for an exercise. Anyone remember this?



Hi Grit,

When we were in Nam, we had a 90 day wonder Lt. who thought he knew all about being a good Officer. Well, he used to have us stand at attention every morning for inspection in a war zone. Well, one of my brothers said, we got to do something about this Lt. So we watched him one night to see where he was going. Well, he was headed to the head with a newspaper and a flash light. So one night we (6 of us) picked up the head and moved it back about 6 feet. The next night, there he was, flashlight in one hand and paper in the other hand. The next thing we heard was a big PLUCK! and a lot of cuss words. We never had to have any more inspections or formations again. Two weeks later, he was transferred to the post office depot as head of the post office at our camp. One way to get rid of a smart azs 90 day wonder Lt. This was in 1965 Vietnam.

Tony Packowski, (SKI)

Disciplinary Segregation

Dear Sgt. Grit,

Got lucky with my nickname in the Corps! We used to swoop from North Carolina to New York City on weekends and my name was Bruce - so the radio air waves were humming with Cousin Brucie from New York City - so the swoop-ers named me Cousin Brucie from New York City! Could live with that nickname.

One guy was nicknamed Lord Clod - from Ohio - cause he was strange? Or a guy who didn't shower enough was called Pepe La Pew! One guy was cheap and the Barracks Sergeant told him he was so cheap that the Private could squeeze a buffalo nickel so tight that he could make the buffalo sh!t? I am OLD CORPS as the young ones probably never saw a buffalo nickel?

Amazing how I got out in 1967 and remember bits and pieces after all these years! Still stand a little taller when some young man or woman sees my lapel pins from Sgt. Grit and the Marine Corps League and say to me, "Sir thank you for serving!" That makes my day.

My Uncle who was in World War 1 - used to get mad at his wife (my aunt) and say to me when she was not in hearing distance that she should serve in the brig aboard ship on "P!ss and Punk" for a week? How many out there know what that is?

One guy was in the brig in disciplinary segregation - lettuce and water for breakfast - carrots and water for lunch - and some other sorry food for dinner - the turn-key for his cell wrote the guy up for wriggling his nostrils at the jailer for disrespecting an NCO!

Semper Fi,
Bruce Bender
CPL 1963-1967
Vietnam Era Marine

Standard Issue

As best I can recall and because I still have most of my uniforms, here is a list of what I was issued in 1969.

2 Green Wool Blouses with belts
2 pair green wool trousers
3 Long Sleeve Tropical Gabardine Shirts
2 Gabardine Field Scarves (ties for you civilians)
1 pair of black leather shoes (not patented leather)
2 web belts
2 Short Sleeve Tropical Shirts (not sure of the material but they may have been gabardine)
2 pair gabardine tropical trousers
2 Long Sleeve Cotton Khaki Shirts
2 pair Cotton khaki trousers
2 Cotton Khaki field scarves
2 green garrison caps
1 Barracks cover frame with leather bill (not patented leather)
1 green barracks cover
1 Gabardine khaki garrison cap
1 Cotton Khaki garrison cap
1 Gabardine Khaki barracks cover
1 Cotton Khaki barracks cover
1 Green wool overcoat
1 Rain Coat
3 Utility Shirts
3 pair of utility trousers
2 utility caps
2 pair black boots
Numerous pairs of White Skivie Shirts and shorts.
Numerous pairs of green socks (not sure if they were also called hose)
Numerous pairs of black hose

If you were like most Marines, you also had Skivie Shirts, Shorts, and socks that were for inspection only.

I may be off a little on nomenclature but I am pretty sure this was the standard issue.

Sgt. Jim Grimes

Realizing Her Mortality

Sgt Grit,

Yesterday, while catching up on the news, there was an article all over Bing about Jane Fonda. I clicked on the article and was not upset but just bewildered. The more I read, the hotter I got.

It seems that Ms. Fonda cries daily as she is "realizing" her mortality as she is 76 years of age. On February 26th in the Huffington Post she lamented how she only wears waterproof mascara. She said that she only has, at best, a few decades left.

At least she has had over 55 years longer than some Viet Nam Corpsmen or Marines. Remember... she did not protest, she changed sides. Traitor is her title. I submit that she is not worried about death calling her. She is worried about the Almighty waiting to send her to the deepest darkest edge of a place that has no doors or windows for millenniums.

I may have a way to at least sort of ease he worry. Go to the memorial and address each and every name. Ask that the person forgive her. When, she has done this over 58,000 times, turn to the Vets that are gathering and ask them for forgiveness, one at a time. This will not assure her a piece of heaven but it may give a compassionate Almighty reason to cut her a huss.

Either way, I have done what she is now doing. I don't Cry for myself and my fleeting time here on Earth, I cry for great men and women that have gone away so soon without reaching their potential. Fatherless children, spouses alone, parents in pain. No mention of them... just how SHE has so little time left... boo friggin' hoo.

I am sorry for rambling on and taking so much space. If this reaches the newsletter, I proudly sign my name.

Staff Sergeant D J Huntsinger
United States Marine

Note: I will not entertain anymore about Jane F. I try to stay away from politics in the Newsletter. Jane F. is a lightning rod for most Vietnam Vets and I thought this captured a lot of our feelings.

So no need for follow up emails about p!ssing on her grave, B!tch this or that... most, if not all of us "dislike" her and what she represents. Enough said.

Sgt Grit

Most Ferocious Fighters

This week's most popular post on the Sgt Grit Facebook Page displays a photo of Marines humping on Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton. The text below the photo reads, "You cannot exaggerate about the Marines. They are convinced to the point of arrogance, that they are the most ferocious fighters on earth - and the amusing thing about it is that they are."
--Father Kevin Keaney, 1st MarDiv Chaplain, Korean War

Below are some of the comments left by fans in response to the post.

Craig Kile - I can almost smell the sage brush on Camp Pendleton just by looking at this picture.

Jason Thomas - The qoute reminds me of something Jerry Clower once said, "you know each one of them Marines thinks they can whoop 5 folks all by their self? You know why they think that? Cuz They Can!"

Roger Potts - 5 regular folks. 4 if they're Soldiers, 7-10 if they're Sailors, 12-15 if they're Airmen.

Mike Zacher - nothing better then being in a squad of 19 year old p!ssed off Marines.

John Hardin - Been there, done that... have the blisters to prove it!

Read more of the 27 comments left about this post on the Sgt Grit Facebook Page.

Little People

All this stuff about being brutalized in Boot Camp has left me wondering if it all happened or if it is what everyone tries to do, one-ups-man-ship on his fellow Marines that went to boot camp before or after him. I say this not because I really disbelieve any of the stories but because it didn't happen to me in Boot Camp and when I was a DI, twice, I never saw brutalized Marines.

But I must say, during the Korea War I talked with a Marine that had been captured and brutalized by the North Korean Soldiers and he said frankly, That if it hadn't been for his Marine Boot Camp he would never been able to with stand the punishment. Now you can take that in various ways and I have always felt it was because the DI's had drilled into him Marine Honor and Love of Country.

But be that as it may when I went to Boot Camp, I learned to March, I learned to obey not by being beat into it! But maybe that's because I was a child of the Depression.

Once during Boot Camp they had the 1st and 3rd Squad up and out where the squad leader was in the rear and the rear was up front with the big guys. Remember they placed you according to size and we were placed in the position off big vs small and issued boxing gloves (the pillow kind, but they still could hurt) and the DI said mix it up and if I see any one not fighting I'll step in and do the fighting.

So the big guy in front of me smacked me hard and I went down. I got up and swung at him, H-ll, not a chance he just brushed my swings aside and bashed me again. Don't know how many times I went down. My 17 year old body and mind said cry and don't get up, but my few weeks old Marine Corps body said get up and hit the s.o.b. In Boot Camp I dug a fox hole and a tank went over the top of the fox hole. I fired the Rifle Grenade from the shoulder several times. Had to carry buckets of sand while marching at night. Dropped my rifle and had to carry it on the back of my hands until he told me I could stop which wasn't soon, BUT I never dropped it again. Watched Boots that had scr-wed up somehow, run around the platoon as we marched and also saw 3 Recruits in the middle of the drill field, One would holler, "I'm a Dope" then another would holler, "I'm a bigger dope" and so on. I never saw, "This is my Rifle..." bit. The closest I was to being brutalized was when I reported to Boot Camp and we formed a Platoon, the Jr. DI came to me and kept punching me in the chest with his finger, telling me, "I don't like little people, because little people like to be big people but they can't be big people because they are little people." I don't know if he bruised my chest with all that finger punching but it hurt like h-ll. At the Rifle Range I fell asleep on my M1 during snap in, in the prone position, one of the rifle coaches picked me up by seat and neck and dropped me.

I had a fight in the Sgt. Mess during Mess Duty and knocked another recruit silly with a plate from the table when he swung at me. Didn't break the plate but knocked him silly and because of that we both were put in pot washing.

But if you were brutalized, I never saw it in my three TOURS in Boot Camp as a Recruit or as a DI. I'm not saying it didn't happen because I know of Marines that were Court Martialed for it, and some went to Prison for it. You could challenge another Marine and they would hold a smoker where you and he could duke it out.

GySgt, F. L. Rousseau

Note: It happened for sure in 1968. The most bizarre episode was we had a bad day at the range. We were told to empty our laundry bag and put it over our heads. Two of our DI's marched us all into the large shower room. Turned on the hot water to make it steamy. Once in the shower one of the DI's ordered forward march. This certainly created a clusterf-ck. Then the DI's randomly strolled through the show punching us in the "solar plexus". You could see vague images through the thin laundry bag material.

So you kinda knew when a DI was near you. I remember being amazed and a bit scared at how bizarre this was and also that the DI's were getting wet. They seemed to always be so squared away and now they were wet. Funny what you remember.

Sgt Grit


While stationed at El Toro with VMCJ-3 in 1963 some of the squadron members played in a base volleyball program. Our NCOIC, Master Sgt PA Mobley told people in our Avionics shop that no one could leave to play volleyball as we had aircraft to fix. One junior Marine, who wanted to be called "Tex" even though he wasn't from Texas, went and found the youthful Lieutenant from Special Services to advocate for him to get the day off to play volleyball.

Into the shop comes Tex with the Lt. The Lt. tells Top Mobley (who had been a PFC at Guadalcanal in '42) that he should allow Tex time off to play volleyball. "The Colonel wants the men to play volleyball," says the LT. PA Mobley turning a brighter shade of red tells the Lt. that he would then shut down the Avionics shop, not repair any aircraft and REQUIRE the entire shop to play volleyball, if that is what the Colonel wanted.

By now the Lt. realizes he is barking up the wrong tree. He makes a feeble apology and says "Thank you Sarge". Top Mobley quietly said, "Lieutenant you can call me Sergeant, Master Sergeant, or Top, but you can't call me 'Sarge'. I don't call you 'Loot' do I?"

Young Lt thanks Top Mobley for his time and slinked off to his office. Tex found himself assigned to Mess Duty post haste.

I spent 19 years with the rank of Sergeant in the Portland Police Bureau (Oregon). While I was called "sarge" by a lot of police officers - the Marine Veterans always said "sergeant".

Jeff Barker 1955xxx

Flying Proudly

Sgt Grit,

Flying Iwo Jima flag proudly!


Get the pictured flag at:

3'x5' Black Iwo Jima Memorial Flag


Submitted By: MARINE Jim McCallum (the ole gunny)
Vol. #8, #3 (MAR, 2018)

This is going to be the last segment in this story and it takes place as we're completing the recovery of our downed H-43 from the mountainous lake (Wannacut Lake) location in North Central Washington, near Loomis, to be exact. The "test hop" was performed by the test pilot and myself and the results were acceptable, so we put the Helicopter back into "fire fighting duty" flying status. Now, having completed our test flight we wanted to top-off with fuel so we sat back down by the Lake and waited for the fuel support truck to come up from Ellensburg which was about 120 miles away. Once there, we topped off and we rounded up our equipment and jumped in the Pick-up for the ride down the hill, as we called it, and eventually back to Olympia. The helicopter was ferried by the "Test Pilot" and then he returned to Olympia via a Company Car. (State Rig).

I don't know how many of you are familiar with North Central Washington, but a quick look at a map will reveal that there are two roads out of the town (HA, HA) of Loomis. One going East and then it connects to State Route #97 which goes North to Elksford and South to Omak and yet another road (again Ha,Ha) heading South and it also connects to State Route #97 only about 20 miles further to the South. Well, I thought why not just leave the Lake region and travel down the unmarked road which hooked up to Rt. #97 further South, after all, what could be wrong with that. Well, I have made many mistakes in my life and this was just another one for the books. I guess I should state that when I went down to the Airport I chose to take the road spur that went in an Easterly direction toward Rt. #97 and then South. I had no idea what was in-store for us on the other spur South, but I was soon to find out. I told Al and my wife that I was going to take the alternate route for a sight seeing expedition. Everything looked OK on the map that we had even though it was a little antiquated we thought, it's just a road. That thought came back to haunt us also. We headed south and the road was in pretty good shape so we continued until the general terrain on the left side started to drop off and the surface began to lose some of its integrity. Wash-outs and loose gravel plus, the road surface appeared to be cut into the side of a cliff. The further we went the worse the drop off became and there was only room for one vehicle. Applying the brakes on the steep incline only caused the truck to slide in the gravel. We did find several pull-offs for the logging trucks, but they would be talking on their 2-way radios all the time. Plus, they knew where they were. A later conversation with a Gypsy logger confirmed our suspicions that we should have not traveled on this road, but we were young, adventurous and stupid. Talk about white Knuckles!

The adventure came off without any major mishaps and just a few hiccups. The aircraft got back on station and Fire Control both in Boise, Idaho and Olympia, Wash. were happy, and the bottom line is, they have to pay the bill.

Vietnam Veteran

I found out about a local Vietnam Veteran, Corporal, two tours in country, Bronze Star, Purple Heart, Etc. that is dying of brain cancer. He is not in a very good financial situation and his wife indicated he really wanted to buried in Blues, which I am sure he was never issued at the time of his service. So on a very short fuse I decided to provide him with a sets of Blues. I also wanted to get his medals. I called customer service on Friday Feb. 21, 2014 and explained my situation to Ms. Lynn Lam. I was particularly concerned about a two-three week turnaround on the medals. She said they would be on the top of the list on Monday. Today Tuesday Feb 25. I was notified that the entire order was shipped. While over the years, I have always been impressed with your service, this was indeed "above and beyond the call of duty".

Semper Fi
Lewis Rogers
Col. USMCR Ret.

Home From Boot Camp

How about some stories about the experiences you had when you returned home from Boot Camp? Good, bad, or indifferent. From hanging out with old friends, to finally getting some good sleep, to tasting Mom's home cookin', or what about being challenged to fight by some guy who thought... key word thought... he could whoop a U.S. Marine. Sound off if you have a good story to tell.

Sgt Grit

Short Rounds

In Oct. of 1949 I was in plt. 87 at P.I. and was issued dress Blues that I still have today. The white cover and white belt were summer dress, the blue cover and belt was winter dress. Also we were issued the green flannel shirts, and brown flannel shirts. I still have all my uniforms and covers.

Rene Wattelet, S/Sgt
1949 - 1953

Sgt Grit,

This is a reply to MSgt Button's question; I wonder if your readers remember the difference between a 2ndLt and a PFC? My answer not much! Always seemed to have problems with "butter bars" lol. I also liked his reply about the cover change... classic. Who is going to argue with HQMC!

Sgt O.

Rick Pustka, PA Retired.

Outdoor Enthusiast, Inventor, Poet, Acclaimed Patriot, Decorated FMF Corpsman, Devoted Husband, Proud Father and Grandfather, Playground Designer, Wild game Chef, Lucky Fisherman, Judo Champion, Pistol and Rifle Sharpshooter, One-time Chief Guide of Mount Fuji, Eagle Scout, Loyal Friend, Wild Mushroom Gather and the Best Bullsh!tter sitting by the campfire.


"The truth is, all might be free if they valued freedom, and defended it as they ought."
--Samuel Adams, 1771

"There are two good things in life -- freedom of thought and freedom of action."
--British writer W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965)

"Don't you forget that you're First Marines! Not all the communists in H-ll can overrun you!"
--Col. Lewis B. "Chesty" Puller, USMC rallying his First Marine Regiment near Chosin Reservoir, Korea, December 1950

"Marines die, that's what we're here for. But the Marine Corps lives forever. And that means YOU live forever."
--The mythical GySgt. Hartman, USMC; portrayed by GySgt. R. Lee Ermey, a Marine Corps Drill Instructor using his own choice of words in Full Metal Jacket, 1987

"You'll never get a Purple Heart hiding in a foxhole! Follow me!"
--Capt. Henry P. Crowe, USMC; Guadalcanal, 13 January 1943

"Your OTHER LEFT, numbnuts!"

"Are YOU eyeballing me, boy?"

"Pvt, you're about as organized as a soup sandwich!"

Semper Fi, Mac!
Sgt Grit

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