We all learned about Presley O'Bannon in boot camp and if we've read any history about the war against the Barbary pirates we've learned more about him. His name is always spelled "O'Bannon". Does anyone know why his name on his tombstone in the Kentucky State Cemetery is spelled "O'Banion"?
Dan Campbell '68-'72
Are You On The Rag Private
I'm with Cpl. Gerry Zanzalari from this week's newsletter. Here's a range story with no BS from August of 1967.
On pre-qual day the DIs, PMIs, a couple of officers and a Royal Marine in his beret were gathered in the center of the line at 500 yards around a large pan of fried chicken, obviously from the mess hall. When we tallied up the scores, I had shot a 234 which was the highest up and down the line. My coach told me I could go get a piece of chicken. I knew right away I was in deep sh-t but I couldn't figure a way out of it. When I arrived, my PMI asked what I had shot and I guess I sounded a little boastful when I told him. Like everybody I had my marksmanship book in the breast pocket of my shooting jacket with the pages held open with one of our clothes pins.
I am blessed with a fairly large nose which was bright red after two weeks on the range. He took the clothes pin and clipped it onto my sunburned nose. It was hard to disguise that I was p-ssed. He asked, "are you on the rag private"? He said open my mouth and took the wad of cotton from his pocked and shoved it in. The assembled group had a good laugh. He told me to go back and tell my coach that I was having my period. Never did get my chicken. The next day I shot 225 which earned me crossed rifles which was all I cared about anyway.
PISC July-September '67
2/4 in 1965-66 at Chu Lai
The attached photo is the original sign that was placed at the entrance to 2/4 in 1965-66 at Chu Lai. I recently received it from a 1st Division friend who also served during the same period and brought it home with him when he returned to CONUS. During the period this sign greeted all who entered 2/4's TAOR, the commanding officer was Lt. Col P. X. Kelly who later became the Commandant. Just want to share it with all who might remember, and remember the legacy of 2/4, second to none, the Magnificent Bast-rds.
Sgt. Dan Bisher
Make Sgt Grit your one stop shop for all of your Uniform Supplies such as medals, ribbons, and mounts. Mounting orders may take up to 7-10 business days to ship.
Cut-off date for ribbon/medal mounting for this year's ball is October 24th.
Calling Him Out
Gary Zanzalari has the same problem I have with a story in a previous Newsletter by a "marine" (lower case on purpose) claiming far too many liberties with his Drill Instructors. The overuse of recognized slang and nicknames made it glaringly obvious to this Marine that we were reading "The Life and Times of a Wanna-be". At first I questioned Sgt. Grit for including this story in the Newsletter, but then it dawned on me that it may have been for the purposes of giving real Marines a shot at this imposter by calling him out. Let it be said. Let it be done. He IS a Poser and NOT a Marine.
David B. McClellan
Viet Nam Combat Veteran, 1969-1970
I too had my seabags sent to seabag heaven. I had my entire life in Vietnam in three seabags. As a medevac back to the World, I had no time to do anything. A close friend of mine packed those seabags which included over 70 rolls of 35 millimeter film as well as the camera and other VC goodies as well as all the regular stuff one collects from all over.
I returned almost immediately from the RVN and was hospitalized for a couple of months. I waited for over a year and then contacted my Congressman, Chet Holifield. He was able to find one seabag of a portion of my uniforms. Talk about a bummer - I know how they feel.
Frank "Tree" Remkiewicz
It was about the 4th or 5th week in Plt 406, at Parris Island in '56. My Sweetheart (Now my wife of 54 years) would send me mail almost every day. One day she put the letters YNK on the outside rear of the envelope. Our DI's always told us "anything on the outside is meant for them". So when I ran around the platoon to retrieve my letter from him he asked "What does YNK mean?" I guess he never heard of Frank Sinatra or the song "You'll never know" which was OUR song, because not meaning the way he took it, I said "SIR, You'll Never Know". I did push-ups and squat thrusts well into the dark. In my next letter to my girl I pleaded with her to NEVER put anything on the outside again.
Semper Fi Brothers,
Sgt Frank Rigiero '56/'59
I Have Witnessed History
Yesterday was the deactivation of 1st Battalion, 9th Marines who we all know are referred to as the "Walking Dead". Now all there is, is an awareness of the absolute honor, courage, and commitment of that storied regiment. Every Marine learns our history while in recruit training. I would urge all to look at the history of the Regiment and realize that those Marines and their squad, platoon, company, regiment, and battalion mirror all of us who have earned the title.
SSgt DJ Huntsinger
11th Marines '69-'70
I believe it was the early part of 1953 when the 1st Recon Company 1st Mar. Div. was given a mission for a 24 hour landing off the submarine USS Perch behind enemy lines in support of the Army's 45 ID on their attack on 'Old Baldy' depicted in the movie 'Hamburger Hill'. Recon at the time was short of people and drew some 'volunteers' from the 7th Marines. When the sub started the dive the intercom went UOO GARR, Uoo Garr dive, dive. That tickled all the Marines onboard. When Recon returned to division the 1st Sgt. called roll call just before he dismissed the formation he yell Uoo Gar. From my understanding Recon used it from that day in their running cadence. I think as Marines ran faster and longer and required more wind the phrase gradually converted to ooo rah. The correct pronunciation the ooo rah should sound similar the submarine horn. I disagree with Ray's idea we copied the call from the Army, I think it is the other way around. However if one listens close to the Army it sounds like 'Who Rah'.
That my story and I'm sticking to it...
Sgt. J. Davis
7th Marines Korea
It is about 0200 hours, NAS Jacksonville, FL, Aviation Ordnance (AOA) School, early 1968. I am sitting on the porcelain throne. There are NO DOORS on the stalls in our barracks. I am sitting there trying to stay awake.
7-11 stores are still fairly new at the time. I think 7-11 was born in Florida. They have just begun selling the Icee's. As a promotion, when you purchased an Icee they gave you some stick-on tattoos. I'm sitting there, like I said, trying to stay awake, when in walks these two buddies of mine. Yeah, they're looking for me. And they are Drunk On Their Collective Azses!
They present themselves squarely in the doorway of the stall thereby sealing off any possibility of escape. Now, you have to envision my situation. There I sat, at the moment, I am in a most UN-compromising position. I can't even execute a proper defense being seated where I was, and they both "present", UH, I MEAN they both expose themselves. I am instantly thrown into a fit of laughter. There, squarely on the end of their appendages are the brightest red lips I had ever seen. At least when considering where I was seeing them.
Now, being aware of the sensitivity of this part of the male anatomy, I am righteously impressed at the pain they must have endured. They began telling me how much it hurt to get these beautiful lips "installed" shall we say... And how they had to pay the tattoo guy extra to cover the, um, shall we say "handling charges?"
Now I, being in a financially challenged period of my life, I am grossing, as a Private, $92 a month, do not get into town very much, and I certainly can't afford to get tattooed, therefore am uninformed on the subject of "Icee tattoos," So, initially, I am righteously impressed at the bravery, and the ability to withstand the incredible amount of pain they most assuredly had to suffer, and I am convinced right then that should I end up in battle, I would certainly choose my two buddies to be in the fighting hole with me when the attack comes. Two truly strong Marines!
I can't help but wonder, tho, do you think a tattoo artist would really; Nah! No way!
Semper Fi, Sarge,
Chuck Brewer, Sergeant of Marines FOREVER!
Want It Back
Three weeks ago my wife and I made a trip back to Quantico where I visited with some of the Marine Corps Historians in conjunction with a research project I am working on concerning the Vietnam War. There are a lot of new buildings going up, one of which will house the History Division. I also had the privilege of going through some of the archives at the General Alfred M. Gray Marine Corps Research Center. If any Marine should get the chance, check out this marvelous facility as well as the National Museum of the Marine Corps. They all need our support.
On a personal note I made a visit to the Marsh building and met with MGySgt Ray, the 63XX Monitor. When I told him I had his job 36 years ago, he smiled and asked me if I wanted it back! Many things have changed since I was a monitor at the Navy Annex in Arlington, but not the dedication and pride our Marines serve with. Semper Fidelis.
MSgt, USMC Retired
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Glowed In The Dark
I was the driver of the 1st tank battalions commanding officers m48 main battle tank stationed at tent camp 2, Las Pulgas, Camp Pendleton (flame plt., H&S Co., 1MarDiv., FMF R). We trained USMCR tank units in tank warfare during the week and vacationed in TIAJUANA. On weekends, we hung out at a little Cantina called the Aquarium. Our old Corps sat at tables under the huge fish tank in the very back - Mexicans sat at the long bar near the front entrance. One night a neube boot came in sat in Mexican territory and ordered a drink. His greens were so new his PFC stripe glowed in the dark. A brawl started. The Marine was mobbed. A couple of Mexicans decked the Marine - even making fun of his Eagle, Globe, and Anchor. One even pulled a knife an drew Marine blood. A little attitude adjustment was initiated. I had disarmed the knife wielder and somehow his knife became entangled in his nose and he was hollering in pain when suddenly a "ruralas (Mex natl police" slammed a Mex. 9mm star pistol into my head. I woke up in the Tia Juana jail. I must have tripped over a footlocker en route cause I was a lot worse for wear when I woke in the "T.J" jail. My shoes and socks, "Ike jacket", and rest of my class "A" uniform except my trousers had disappeared. I had arrived in H-ll on earth.
The jail was a huge stone/adobe sewer - men women kids Marines sailors and a soldier and many, many Spanish speaking people all jammed in together. Days went by. Nites went by. Everybody used the same trench for their sewer. At intervals U.S military personnel were herded outside behind a huge wall and rifles were pointed at our heads and we were told to not make any noise or we would be shot. (it was the U.S. Navy provost Marshal inspecting for US personnel). Like many old Corps jar heads I had sewed a $20 bill into the lining of my trousers. I made friends, of sorts with a guard and I agreed to give him the $20 US (equal to several months guard pay) if he would unlock the inner and outer wall gates for 5 min. - allowing me to run barefoot for the border. Survive, escape, and evade training paid off. I made it to the border - all h-ll had broken loose, guns everywhere - armed US Navy provost people - Mexican armed border guards - but I made it across the border. I used the provost marshall's phone to call my USMC C.O. and reported that I and dozens of Marines and sailors had been held prisoner in a Mexican prison. My CO ordered the provost to provide me transportation back to Pendleton - asap. The Corps verified the facts. An armored column Washington prepared and proceeded to the border (including gun tanks, napalm flame tanks and some 6x's to haul the prisoners home. Facing the threat of Tia Juana being burned to the ground authorities released our men. The border was temporarily closed. And a reward was placed on my head. Now some 60 years later... I'm in my 80's and recently a visiting nurse in my home asked if I was the same USMC she studied in Jag school at Pendleton. Gung Ho, Awaiting transfer to guard the streets of heaven.
Like almost every other Old Jarhead, I sigh nostalgically over the days of HBT utilities, the M-1 Rifle and M-14 Rifle. However, without question, many changes in gear were needed to accommodate the changing combat conditions. The M-1 was phased out in the necessity of newer weapons for changing warfare. Ditto with the HBT green utilities as well as the old two-piece steel pot. The old steel pot helmet and liner served not only as protective headgear, but as a bucket, toilet and cooking pot as well (my Dad told me that you cr-pped in your steel pot at night because on Bouganville, you didn't get out of your hole at night for ANY reason. Then, the next morning, you rinsed it out and cooked rice in it). With the new Kevlar helmet, vets tell me all you can do is wear it. However, these same vets say the Kevlar protects the head far better than the old steel pot ever did. I see and understand all these changes in Marine Corps gear and if any new piece of gear saves lives and increases combat efficiency for our Marines, by all means, make it as well as possible, make it quickly and get it to the Marine on the line even quicker.
I question only two changes that have been made in the Marine Corps uniform and my question is "Why?"
(1) Why did the Uniform Board, in its infinite wisdom, decide to phase out the "sea-going dip" of the barracks cover only to replace it with the newer flat one that resembles a dinner plate stuffed into a large sock (see photo)? The distinctive, rakish lines of the sea-going dip of the Barracks Cover almost screamed out MARINE! What benefit, exactly, did the change to the barracks cover accomplish? Did the change make it safer? More effective? Better appearing? Cheaper to make? Or was the change brought about because a past Commandant just wanted to leave his own personal mark on the Corps? The salty, seagoing dip of the 1940's was imbedded deeply in Marine Corps tradition; a tradition purchased with 20,000 Marine lives in the Second World War. It was as traditional as the French Fourragere awarded to the 6th Marine Regiment by a grateful French government in 1918. The Marines of the 6th Regiment still wear the Fourragere, do they not? It has not been "phased out" as well? So why did they get rid of the distinctive sea-going dip barracks cover? Was there some actual reasoning behind the change?
(2) Why in the world did they change the EGA from the 1937-1955 style to the current one? Again, did the change in the EGA make it safer? More effective? Better appearing? Cheaper to make? Or again, was the change brought about because a past Commandant just wanted to leave his own personal mark on the Corps?
I did some research to try and find out why and when the Corps' emblem changed from showing two banners to the present emblem showing a single banner in the eagle's beak that reads SEMPER FIDELIS. The answer I found was: "...the banner actually is called a riband, or decorative ribbon. The emblem as we have it today first appeared on the redesigned Marine Corps Seal adopted in 1954. Why they streamlined the emblem is unknown".
I recall once when we were standing an inspection, I had gone to cash sales and purchased a 7-3/4 sized grommet to replace the 7- 1/2 sized one in my own barracks cover. The result was a slight sea-going dip. Then I took my father's EGA he had given me, coated it with M-NU and screwed it into place. Everything was going just fine during the inspection. When the Company Commander and the Lieutenant came to me, I snapped my M-1 to Port Arms, slammed the bolt back, and glanced down quickly to look in the chamber then eyes back to the front. The Captain snatched my M-1 and did his thing, looking down the bore and all that, then did a right face to go to the next man. But he hesitated, turned his head back and looked at my barracks cover. "Marine," he said, "What the h-ll are you doing with that old EGA on your cover?" I answered truthfully, "Sir, it was my fathers who fought in World War II." "Well, that's nice that you honor your father, but you get that thing off of that cover! That is NOT the authorized EGA. And while you're at it," he continued ranting, "you WILL get that sea-going dip out of your cover! This is NOT World War II! You understand me, son?" "Yes, Sir! I understand perfectly, sir!" I really wanted to ask why, but I had the sneaking feeling that asking the Captain "why?" after he had just reamed me out royally in front of the company would not have been terribly apropos at the moment.
Am I alone in noting these things? Anyone else have any thoughts on this or should I just keep my mouth shut and go cry in my beer (or Diet Pepsi)?
Seasonal utility changes â€“ Whatever. Who cares when they change from Summer to Winter to Summer. The best recommendation I saw was to wear the green MARPAT year round while in CONUS and desert MARPAT while deployed. Otherwise, ain't no thing.
Sam Brown belt and strap â€“ Cool. Would love to see that revived.
Brass ute chevrons â€“ Boo! Hiss! Are they trying to look like the Army? I get it. The black chevrons are hard to see on the camouflage utilities (especially Summer green) but for me, better that than to look like a d-mned Doggie.
Best chow hall? Doggie mess facility at Fort Bliss, Texas.
Worst chow hall? Navy mess facility at Port Hueneme, California.
Forged on the anvil of discipline.
The Few. The Proud.
In response to Ray Kelly's letter wondering why the USMC might have decided against putting the Stoner into regular use, I have a reply (Semper Fi, Ray).
While I was in Hue / Phu Bai, 1965 as a member of 1st Recon Bn., I also had an opportunity to try The Stoner 222. It was a lovely weapon except that with the tumbling 222 round, every time it hit a twig or leaf it changed the trajectory of the round. In Vietnam, this was not a well-received result. I don't know if that is the reason, but I was glad to get back to my M2 Carbine for close quarters.
Will Pendragon 0317, Vietnam '65-'66
Ewa Beach, HI
The DISBURSING CHIEF
(Vol #9, #3)
She replied "Don't you think I know that? - I could handle it in high school. - And if I could handle the ordeal I went through in New York City - when trying to become a model - I can handle it at Earlham. You have absolutely NOTHING to worry about!"
I told her "I was not worrying about anything. I was merely making a statement." Earlier I had mentioned that Mary called the modeling profession 'sleezy'. She had told me that there were 42 pages of 'Modeling Agencies' in the N.Y.C. yellow pages and 20 more listed as 'Photographers - For Aspiring Models' and MOST of them were "H-rny old men with a camera, a tripod and one or two flood lights - trying to recharge their batteries." She said most all of the listed addresses were apartments where one room was used for "whatever they could get away with." She had described the procedure this way: She would knock on the door and a 'creep' would respond. He would look you up and down - and if he liked what he saw he would ask you to come in. Then he would ask you to sign a 'consent/release form' and take some 'head shots.' He would tell you 'the going rate is $5.00 per hour' and ask you to return tomorrow at a certain time "and bring your swim suit!" If You Returned - he would ask you to put on the swimsuit - right there in front of him. If you declined and asked to change in the bathroom - as she always did - he might let you do so - but the condition of most of the bathrooms could make you puke. After taking a few pictures he would say "Now, take off the swimsuit, we're going to take some 'n-dies." And that's when she walked out. Mary said that must have been the scenario at least 100 or more times in a year - before she "hit 'paydirt' with the Prince Matchabelli Perfume contract." (She was in their Life magazine ad once a month for 12 months in 1949 & 1950.) She told me she could understand why so many young girls were drawn into the 'sl-t magazine' business. If they had to pay rent they had little recourse. Mary lived with her aunt, a grandmother, and did not have to pay rent.
She said she did not want to return to the Admissions Office until about 5:00, so we decided to go down to the dining room for something light about 3:45 - in a few minutes. We did this and almost choked on our food as we were thinking of our having to separate within a couple of hours - for who knows how long. We got her things from the room and headed for the college. We were at the Admissions Office shortly before 5:00. I had expected a crowd but there were only about a dozen in line ahead of Mary. They were prepared for this and she reached the desk before 5:30. She was told there were only two issues to be taken care of - her class selections and room selection. She had forgotten about the room. Her selection of classes was approved almost instantly. And then they said "You have paid the highest amount for your housing; you are entitled to be in a two student room. We have just three of those left - one with a girl from South Carolina, another with a girl from Wisconsin, and one with a girl from New Jersey; which would you like?" Mary said "New Jersey!"
'til next week. The old, real old, real, real old (85) Master Gunny.
Harold T. Freas, Sr.
Dedicated And Competent Hands
Recently spent a few days down Charleston, SC way for the 1st Marine Division annual reunion (your PX crew as usual doing a fine job)... one of the highlights was a tour down to PI... about five big busloads of us. First stop was the MCX parking lot... three DI's there to meet us initially, others arriving a bit later. One DI to each bus... and it was much like the (old) movie "Marty"... (whatcha wanna do, Marty?... I dunno... what you wanna do?). Our bus (the only one with a female driver and a white paint job) drew a Sgt... who had the day 'off' to guide us, while the rest of his team were conducting the regularly scheduled training day with their platoon... by popular acclaim, it was decided that we would proceed to receiving barracks... where we got the full 'get off my bus NOW! treatment, and the yellow footprints, followed by learning how to sit down (quickly) in the stainless steel seats... for a briefing by the XO of Receiving, and some of the DI's. Maybe it's because of spending four years under a Smokey Bear (at San Diego), but if I live to be a hundred, I will never get used to seeing a tightly coifed blonde hair bun tucked up under a campaign cover... all very well done, pretty much impromptu (as opposed to a rehearsed "dog and pony show")... we all enjoyed it... and if the bifocals, canes, missing hair, and beer-bellies didn't scare the h-ll out of those Marines, it should have... "As I am... so someday you will be" (and they wouldn't have believed it... I sure wouldn't have... back then...)
We got to see recruits doing events in the Crucible, sometime at the museum, chow at H&S Bn dining facility, Iron Mike, etc. Had some fun with some of the bus guide DI's outside the messhall (dining facility)... told these DI's I had a question for them... that being "what is the only time to step off with the right foot first?" One did venture, a bit quizzically... "about face?"... true, the right foot moves first... but that is not "stepping off"... the answer is 'right step, march'... and yes, they are still teaching Landing Party Drill. The casual visitor, arriving at the gate, is not going to get a similar reception... we were a large party, with connections, and much prior planning had gone into this tour... and it is obvious that things are still in dedicated and competent hands...
On behalf of the 4th Marine Division Association, I would like to pass on this important message. On the 70th Anniversary of the battle of Iwo Jima, the 4th Marine Division Association (all Iwo Jima survivors) will have its final muster at Camp LeJeune, NC (Aug. 3 â€“ 8) 2015. We would appreciate your help in putting out a public service announcement that will get the word out to other members so they attend the final ceremony. It will be open to the public. It will be a major news media event which will include the Commandant, General Amos, the silent drill team, drum and bugle corps, etc. We will be starting a fund drive soon to raise funds for the rental of handicapped equipped tour buses, wheel chairs, a ladies breakfast, and some tour attractions including some travel funds for members who cannot afford the trip. We anticipate a larger turnout than usual as this being the final muster. A message will be posted in the fighting fourth newsletter to help get the word out. These Marines are in their 90's and it would be fitting to see them retire the colors with all the pomp and ceremony they well deserve as they are the of Marines of greatest generation.
2014 Photos of the 4th MARDIV reunion, Charleston, SC.
67th Iwo Jima Reunion - Part 1
67th Iwo Jima Reunion - Part 2
Thank you in advance.
Our boot camp platoon 151 (1962) will be holding its 52 year reunion in Washington DC. The dates are 09/25/14 to 09/28/14. For more info, please contact me at: Gunnysan[at]gmail.com
Will be heading to Parris Island week of 11/10/2014 for Friday's Graduation Ceremonies. This will be my 50th Anniversary of Graduating from Parris, and being called Marine for the first time.
If you were in Platoon 379 of the 376 series that started on August 18th, and if memory is serving, we graduated just after the Marine Corps Birthday and just before Thanksgiving.
Sr. Drill Instructor was Sgt. Wells, about 5'6", 150 â€“ 160 lbs of coiled stainless steel.
Asst. Drill Instructor was Sgt. Ricker, about 6'2", 170 â€“ 180 lbs of running machine.
Will be driving up from Florida on Wednesday, looking around the base on Thursday, to see if anything is still there besides the PT Fields and Drill Quad in front of the mess hall that I can remember.
If you would like to join me, chat over memories of Boot Camp, where we went from there, etc. I haven't made any reservations yet, but there are several motel/hotels just outside the base that look reasonable with nice facilities.
"EWE, EWE, You demented perv-rt - Are you calling me a female sheep?"
J L Stelling
I was issued herringbone trousers at San Diego in '59, before I graduated from boot, they were surveyed for the regular issue. There were a few herringbone covers still around.
Cpl. E. L. Collins
I was reading the story of Jim Logan who said that his Seabag never arrived at the destination. Well when I left Nam in '68 I left a Seabag to my so called trusted Marine brother to send it back to my home add... it had clothes, one K-bar, boots... well guess what I never got it so don't feel bad Mr. Logan.
Vic DeLeon 6619
I agree with Cpl. Zanzalari re: betting with the Senior DI and playing poker with a JDI... something terribly wrong with that picture... person in question is either lying or he was in the worst platoon the Corps ever had. In June of 1960 my platoon had some members that got the tail end of the "herringbone utilities" in bits and pieces. Most of the issue was the new cotton type utilities. I was issued a green "battle jacket" or Ike jacket and one green regular jacket. This was MCRD San Diego June 1960.
Plt 251, Honor Plt./ 2531 1960-63
I do not recall ever seeing the book "BRUTE" being recommended in the newsletter, but I found it a remarkable story of not only Lt General Krulak, but the history of the Marine Corps from the China Marines through Vietnam.
I have to agree with Pete Dahlstrom about the best being at DLIWC Monterrey. We got there in November '67 and for three months had the best food I had ever eaten in the Corps. Those below Corporal still had to pull mess duty, but it was a snap, just cleaning things up. In fact, the whole deal was great, as we were the only Marines on an Army run base, and that made us pretty extra special.
Sgt. of Marines
"When you stop fighting, that's death."
--John Wayne character Breck Coleman, "The Big Trail" 
"Being ready is not what matters. What matters is winning after you get there."
--LtGen Victor H. "Brute" Krulak, USMC April 1965
"It is not possible that any state should long remain free, where Virtue is not supremely honored."
--Samuel Adams, 1775
"The Marine Corps has just been called by the New York Times, 'The elite of this country.' I think it is the elite of the world."
--Admiral William Halsey, U.S. Navy, WWII
"The Marines have landed and the situation is well in hand."
--Attributed to Richard Harding Davis (1864-1916)
"If yer gonna be stupid, ya gotta be tough!"
"Why you worthless maggots, I will PT you until you die. You will curse the day your daddies climbed on top o'your mommas and f--ed you into existence!"
"Those d-mn recruiters think they're comedians, what are they doing to me?"