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Sgt Grit Newsletter - 02 APR 2015

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• Your Husband "WAS" A Marine
• Operation Hastings
• Fun-filled Days At PI

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Here I am proudly wearing my Sgt. Grit hat and meeting the recently retired Commandant of the Marine Corps, Gen. Jim Amos. We played in the annual Semper Fi Fund Tournament at Boca Royale Country Club in Venice, Florida.

Great hat!

Steven Dobbs

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Your Husband "WAS" A Marine

Hey, Gritster!

​I sometimes work at estate sales. Whenever I notice a veteran walk through, I like to thank them for their service to our country. The last sale that I worked, I encountered a man wearing a generic Vietnam Veteran cover. I enthusiastically thanked him for his service, and proudly related that my husband is a Marine. He gruffly replied, "Your husband WAS a Marine." Great emphasis was placed on the word, 'WAS' a Marine. His attitude so aroused my loyalty to my husband, and all of his brothers, I instantly replied, "Nope! Once a Marine, always a Marine!" He was taken aback by what I had said, and before leaving the room he threw back over his shoulder, "Well I was in the Army and it was no big whoop." Enough said!

Semper Fi, to my husband and all of his brothers!

Ma Grit

Note: Don't mess with my wife.

Sgt Grit


Proud Grandfather

Hi Sgt Grit,

It's been awhile since I submitted anything. I just celebrated my 78th birthday and 61st anniversary of my enlistment in the Marine Corps. Last January my grandson Dylan Hattox graduated from MCRD San Diego and is currently stationed at Pensacola learning how to be and air crewman hoping to make Crew Chief one day. I've enclosed a pic of him and me at his graduation doesn't he look squared away?

As you can see, I'm well outfitted by Sgt Grit, cover, Jacket and watch. I offered him the watch but he said it wasn't regulation and he couldn't wear it unless in civilian clothes. Also on my birthday a friend posted the following:

I thought your readers might be interested.

No Sea Stories this time just want to welcome another Marine into our brotherhood of United States Marines.

Jerry R. Hattox
GySgt USMC Ret
03/23/1954-04/30/1978
Viet Nam '63 - '64, '65 - '66, '68


Operation Hastings

Sgt. Grit,

This year will be the 49th anniversary of Operation Hastings. There were about 7K Marines and at least 5 infantry battalions involved in the operation that took place north and west of the rockpile close to the DMZ and in helicopter valley.

I had the dubious pleasure of serving as a young PFC with India Company, 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines. The company was originally slated to be a reserve force to react to other battalions who might get into the sh-t. I was on my first tour to the illustrious Republic of South Vietnam. On July 16, the company was ordered to establish and protect a radio relay on hill # 362 north of the Rockpile. The NVA had other ideas. The situation took a sudden turn for the worse when the heavy rains started. We were able to hold for three days before the NVA overran the hill. We couldn't get our wounded out or resupply in, so we hunkered down and held as best we could. We could hear the NVA talking and searching for those of us hiding among the dead and wounded. The downpour of rain finally broke and we got help from 2nd Battalion, 4th Marines. Our CO, 1st Sgt. and Co GySgt were all three killed. I'm reasonably sure that I was quite lucky during that operation because I didn't get wounded - not a scratch. However, we lost more than 50% of the company.

We were helo-lifted out to Phu Bai on August 3. A very young inexperienced 2nd Lieutenant who had just arrived in-country took command of the company. Turned out that he was one of the best officers I ever served with. I served with him again at Camp Pendleton in 1979.

Semper Fi,
"A Former Hat"
GySgt, USMC, (Ret)


Okinawa

Sgt. Grit,

I saw something the other day on TV about the Invasion of Okinawa. I was there and saw so many things that today have been forgotten. They had ships no one remembers now, LST's that carried a smaller version of itself (LCT) on the deck, then when they were needed, the LST seemed to lean sideways and the smaller ship slid into the water, boats full of men went to the ships and soon they took off under their own power. They had LSM's (Landing Ship Medium) which were ships about 100 or so feet long and had bow doors like an LST, they couldn't carry as much but there seemed to be a lot of them. They also made Gun Ships out of the LSM's and I remember seeing these ships going toward shore at Okinawa, and then all seemed as though the ship's deck burst into flames and hundreds of rockets were shooting from the decks toward shore, and on the shore line there was a bursting of these rockets along the beach. LCI's were Landing Craft Infantry (Used in the Normandy Invasion) were a bit smaller than the LSM's and were designed to have ramps off either side of the bow so the Infantry could get off quickly. The LCI's were also turned into Gun ships. There was a Flotilla of them that went into Iwo Jima before the Marines, after they loosed their rockets toward shore they were hit with Artillery, Rockets and small Arms fire from the Japanese on Iwo. A Friend showed me a book written about these ships and the pictures showed how smashed up they were. In the book it told of Marines that were aboard these little ships also. Hundreds of ships were around Okinawa you couldn't see them all. When I went over seas (I was a mere lad of 17 years) and had been told you CAN NOT have a camera, I didn't but lots of Marines and Sailors had them and were shooting away, (think Brownies and such). I saw Destroyers that had came off the Picket Line that had been hit with Hari Kari, Ships of all kinds, ships sinking and anything horrible one can think of floating in the water.

The picket line in Okinawa was Destroyers all around the Ryukyu's to block Hari Kari Planes. My time in Korea and Vietnam, while terrible at times, BUT couldn't compare with what I saw at Okinawa during WWII. Now this 88 year Old Retired Marine can sit back and relax, those days are over and the memories are there but getting dimmer. Who wants to remember those days with Memories of Children and Grandchildren. Life is for Living.

GySgt F. L. Rousseau, USMC, Retired​


VD Only

In 1958, I was sent to a disbursing school at Montford Point, Camp Lejeune, from Camp Pendleton. North Carolina at the time was still steeped in the old South and not the progressive state it is today. That was my impression back then when I first had to use the head on the base. There was a single line of toilets (like the picture in a previous newsletter). The thing that struck me when I entered the building was that the last toilet had a sign over it: VD only. I didn't know whether it was a joke, or it was backwoods North Carolina thinking since we didn't have such a sign at Pendleton or San Diego. I often wondered if anyone ever used that head, especially if others where present. Later, when I was on Okinawa, there was no stigma attached to having VD.

I hope the statutes of limitation have run, but being in disbursing the guys who had VD didn't have to worry about having that matter entered in their SRBs. We'd let the Corpsmen get paid at any time as long as they had money on the books if they'd keep the infamous entry out of the SRBs. The guys at the mess hall always treated us pretty good too. They'd send sandwiches, etc. up to the office when we'd have to close old pay records and open new ones every six months. It wasn't anything to see lights on in the disbursing offices until the wee hours in January and July.

I have never felt embarrassed about being an office pogue around men who were grunts. We were all Marines with a job to do. I believe a grunt can say his mettle has been tested at least in combat. Whereas, most of us pogues would never know.

Semper Fi!

James V. Merl
1655XXX
1957-1960


Noticeably Stiffened

Trigger: Once again while reading something in the news letter from Ddick my trigger was pulled (squeezed?). One hot day while on L.A. County Rescue Squad 20 in Norwalk, CA my partner and I stopped at a liquor store on Pioneer Blvd. just south of Imperial Hwy. to buy a cold soda. The person behind the counter was Premiere Nguyn Cao Ky! Turns out he owned the store and lived in nearby Garden Grove. From time to time we would stop in and on a couple of occasions his wife (Dragon Lady) would be working. They were both very nice and I'm sure they could have told us stories that would have made our hair curl, but the subject was never brought up by either party. Several years before this my friend and I went into a liquor store in another part of Southern California, my friend who had been an "Advisor" in the early 60's in Viet Nam asked the man behind the counter if he was Col. ???. The man noticeably stiffened and asked very coldly how my friend knew him. After my friend told the man his name the mood changed into something like a homecoming. The Col. had been in charge of the unit my friend was advisor to years before in another life and time. It turned out to be the longest stay I have ever made in a liquor store. The case of cold beverages we came in to buy was on the house! I knew that my friend had been in Viet Nam, but until that day I had no idea where or in what capacity, he just never talked about it.

CPL. Selders


The Forgotten War

First I would like to thank you for all you have done for us Marines. I do have to voice one minor complaint. Being a Korean Vet I am use to being forgotten. We fought a 'Forgotten War' which some seem to want now days to call the 'Forgotten Victory'. For most of us that returned home and left the Corps and became just another civilian trying to make a living back in the civilian world. That war fell from the memory of most in the country.

I remember when I first came home on leave after that conflict, I suppose I did look under nourished or sickly but I still remember in civvies I walked to the old corner hang out in Boston and the first one of the old gang I ran into greeted me and said "where in h-ll have you been." I replied, "Korea" and he said "Korea! What kind of disease is that?"

Thank you and Semper Fi.

Sgt. J. Davis
7th Marines


This Was Going To Be Short But

I wonder if the Marines who are disturbed by being thanked for their service live in large, medium or small counties. I, too, feel awkward about this phenomena that has become blase in our country. However, I am a Veterans Service Officer in a small county and I am thanked all the time. I know that this county is patriotic and I also know the idiots who are trying to be sarcastic. One of my best memories is from visiting "The Wall". I had my Vietnam hat on and a group of school children couldn't wait to thank me and my fellow Veterans. So while I feel uncomfortable about being thanked, I always remember that sometimes it comes from the heart and children are being taught that being a Veteran is honorable. I give school talks and always, always am thanked by students. I am also known to have a Marine emblem, hat shirt etc, (Sgt. Grit items) that shows I am a Marine. I encourage other Marines to do the same as I have met many people who will admit that they too are Veterans and sometimes just want to vent. The thing to remember is that while you have the right to feel uncomfortable, many of the people who thank you are trying to express their thanks that you did serve. After years of being a Marine, I have never met a Veteran without a B-ll Sh-t detector. Enjoy their thanks because we never got it when we came home. This was going to be short but I vented also. Sorry.

GyT


Fun-filled Days At PI

While many of the stories from those wonderful, fun-filled days supervised by loving, warm, compassionate drill instructors at PI or SD live in a Marine's mind for life, many Marines often wonder in their later years what ever happened to those men, especially the SDI. Sgt. R. J. Wilkinson's letter in this last newsletter prompted me to relate my story of joy and happiness way back when.

I arrived at Parris Island in September, 1952 after one of those "loving, warm, compassionate" drill instructors met the train at the Yemmassee train station at 0600. Actually, he was a complete opposite of the above description; he was a flaming mad man on a wild binge of brutality, hatred, spite, power, fear and Lord only knows what else. That not-so-comfortable ride from New York City to Yemmassee in a cattle car style rail car with three fairly decent NCOs as our chaperones came to a sudden halt at 0600. Our world changed from heaven to hell in an instant.

The bus ride from Yemmassee to PI over the causeway certainly was not a limo ride with a friendly tour guide on board. We got off the bus at the Iron Mike statue where the recruits were dropped off in the early '50's and said drill instructor spent the next few hours breaking us down into what was known as lower than whale sh-t on the bottom of the ocean. Somewhere along the line of our initial welcome into the depths of Hell, he turned us over to our Senior Drill Instructor, a SSGT Johnson. As far as our welcoming committee of one mean SOB goes, he was transferred either that day or the next day, much to our joy, never to be seen nor heard of since. SSGT Johnson became our father, mother, and ya'll know what else he became, some descriptions not being as kind.

To make a long story short, over the ensuing 12 weeks, SSGT Johnson proved himself to be rough, tough, and a strict disciplinarian, but in a humane way. I don't recall his mistreating anyone physically although he did slap me while at the range for a minor booboo on my part. I never forgot to wear my cover after that either. He was rough and tough, true, but he was fair. Anyway, over the many years since leaving PI in December of 1952, I tried every possible means to locate SSGT Johnson so I could warmly thank him for everything he taught us, especially me. After almost 60 years of unsuccessfully attempting to locate him viz-a-viz numerous ways, I found him a little over two years ago.

Since I graduated as a full-fledged Marine under his able tutelage 60 years earlier, I tried to form a platoon reunion at PI with only one response coming from my platoon mates despite extensive advertising. Ergo, the reunion was cancelled. But, about two weeks before the reunion was to have started, I did get a quiet, somewhat muted telephone call one evening in which the caller said, "are you the man putting together Platoon 529's reunion?" When I replied in the positive, he said, "This is SSGT Johnson." I like to have died! And gone to heaven, and not h-ll. Apparently another DI he knew told him of the reunion and that's why I got the call.

I live in Georgia, and he lives in Iowa, but three years ago I planned a trip out to Iowa to see him and give him the thanks and appreciation he deserved. After around four hours of reminiscing, as I was leaving his house, he turned to his wife and said of the 800 or so Marines he trained at PI during his six or seven tours as a SDI, only one ever looked him up; and that was me. Talk about making your day; that did it. The bottom line is, Marines if you really appreciate what your Drill Instructor did for you and your life, it's well worth the time and effort to look him up and thank him. At PI, he was despised; over the years, he became one of the most respected people in my life.

Semper Fi,
SSGT Johnson, you're the man!

Chris Vail


IN GOD WE TRUST!

I have read some letters from veterans of Afghanistan who feel that people who thank them for their service do so from a self-serving purpose. I am sure that there are many in that category, but there are many more who do appreciate their service.

Yes, most of the people who thank you have not the slightest idea of what you have experienced, and, if they did, would be horrified. I'll go one step further, and say that no one can have experienced that... except for you.

From the beginning of time, mankind has made war on each other, and has become more horrible as one conflict follows another. Veterans of these conflicts have not been able to discuss the conditions with their friends and families, and have sought comfort with others who HAVE experienced these conditions.

For example, during this last week, the 70th anniversary of the battle of Iwo Jima occurred, and one photo of an older veteran was shown of him looking out the window of his plane. I could see this man looking out over a span of empty ocean, but in his mind's eye, seeing it filled with troop transports, hospital ships, naval gunfire, attacking aircraft, amphibious landing craft, etc. All things he could see, but could not share with others, because he could not relate to others the horrors he had encountered.

I thank WWII veterans because whatever job they were assigned to, mess cook, driver, rifleman, intelligence, etc. they did their part in keeping the wolf from America's shores, and keeping us free. I thank veterans, peacetime and combat for having the courage to put on our country's uniform and risk their physical and psychological well-being for our sake.

I thank our veterans and active-duty personnel for their service because I want them to know I AM THANKFUL FOR YOUR SERVICE, no matter how difficult, and I thank you for stating your feelings, because that is the first step towards acceptance in dealing with your feelings.

I still flinch when I hear a car backfire, deal with the laughter from others, but recognize the look of compassion from one or two people who understand, and I still run toward the sound of gunfire, not away from it.

I thank God I still want to do for others, like you have. Semper Fi!


​Nit Picky? Maybe... But

For Hoser Satrapa: since you didn't mention whether or not you are Marine, I will guess that you are probably not... you obviously know at least some of the Gy Hathcock story, but the Corps does not, and never did have "APCs"... Amtracks, yes... APCs, no. The APC, or the common M113 Armored Personnel Carrier, was standard Army issue... and considering when/where, was either gasoline powered (early on), or later, diesel. While it was somewhat 'amphibious', it was not intended for ship to shore movement, but was able to swim relatively smooth waters... river crossings, lakes, etc. The Corps, from the fifties to the seventies, operated with the LVT-P family, with the greatest number of those being the P-5 model, intended primarily for transporting troops. Since the thing was gasoline-powered, with twelve 40-gallon rubber tanks under the interior deck plates, it was not the vehicle of first choice when mines might be encountered... which is why most of the VN pictures you can find will show Marines riding on the top. We learned some really painful lessons about that, early on. There was an automatic fire suppression system added later that involved optical sensors and pressurized cylinders of Halon (TM)... walk into a tractor, flick yer Bic, and instantaneously, you were standing in a cloud of fire suppressant. I'm pretty sure the current family of AAVs still run the same system, even though the fuel is now (and has been for forty + years) diesel... still burns, just not as fast, and the fuel tank is above the port side track channel. Nit picky? maybe... but then, I may have saved you from getting hate mail from proud Amtrackers... their motto, "YATYAS", has been on the side of a Quonset hut at the school at DelMar (Pendleton) in big-ss letters for quite a number of years... any trackrat will gladly decipher that for you... and BTW... Google "AmGrunts"... you'll find it interesting. ddick... MOS 2010 (among others... several, in fact...)

Ddick


There Is Your Shadow Box

I received my catalog today. My wife was looking through it an yelled out to me "There is your shadow box". Sure enough, my shadow box is on the page displaying the examples. I recognize it because it was a wonderful gesture on the part of Sgt. Grit. See, my son was killed in Pittsburgh on 8 Feb 2014 after surviving 2 tours with 2nd LAR in Afghanistan. Before his death, he was working with the wonderful people at Sgt Grit on a shadow box gift for my birthday in April. I had no idea. When they tried to contact him to find out any changes he wanted to make, I had to give them the sad news. Long story short, after numerous phone calls and emails between myself and the team at Grit, they finally finished the most wonderful gift I have ever received. The shadow box is the one with the white belt and buckle across the middle and medals and ribbons and patches for my son and I traversing the box. Looking close, they have removed our names but the box is unmistakably mine. Once again, I want to thank the wonderful team at Sgt Grit for making my son's gift a reality.

Jim Wolter
USMC 1969-1973


Using Two Canes

Sgt. Grit,

I spent some time Monday (3-23) at the local Ford dealership seeing about getting my windshield replaced. I met a grizzled old Vietnam Army vet and we talked, at length, about his service, and mine. He had been shot up pretty bad, and was using 2 canes to get around. As we went our separate ways, he thanked me for my service, as I did to him.

I volunteer with the Tennessee Central Railway Excursion train program, and as such I meet a great variety of people. The last trip on Saturday (3-21) I struck up a conversation with an individual, who turned out to be a retired Flag Officer. Again, I was thanked for my service.

I think that the older individuals who thank any service man, regardless of branch, really do mean it. But, I also think that the younger people probably feel awkward about thanking someone for their service, when they don't have a clue of what that service required.

Anyway, young or old, my response has always been, "Thank you, I'd do it again, in a heartbeat and the best part about the whole mess, is that I met the girl I would marry, in San Diego, in 1954!"

Semper Fi,
James R. McMahon
GySgt of Marines (1949-1970)
Hendersonville, TN​


Navy Sensitivity Training

The Way It Used To Be

Way back when, a young Naval officer was in a terrible car accident. Due to the heroics of the hospital staff the only permanent injury was the loss of one ear. Since he wasn't physically impaired he remained in the military and eventually became an Admiral. However, during his career he was always sensitive about his appearance.

One day the Admiral was interviewing two Navy Master Chiefs and a Marine Sergeant Major for a position on his personal staff.

The first Master Chief was a surface Navy type (a Blackshoe). Overall it was a great interview, at the end of which the Admiral asked him, "Do you notice anything different about me?"

The Master Chief answered, "Why, yessir, I do. I couldn't help but notice you are missing your starboard ear. I assume that does not impact your hearing on that side."

The Admiral got very angry at this lack of tact and threw him out of his office.

The next candidate, an Aviation Master Chief, also had a good interview. When asked this same question, he answered, "Well yes, you seem to be short one ear, sir"

The Admiral threw him out also.

The third interview was with the Marine Sergeant Major. He was articulate, extremely sharp and seemed to know more than the two Master Chiefs put together. The Admiral wanted this guy, but went ahead with the same question. "Do you notice anything different about me, Sergeant Major?"

To his surprise the Sergeant Major said, "Yes sir, you wear contact lenses."

The Admiral was impressed and thought to himself what an incredibly tactful Marine. "And how do you know that?" the Admiral asked.

The Sergeant Major replied, "Well sir, it's pretty hard to wear glasses when you have only one f-cking ear..."


Welcome Home Brother

On Monday, 30 March, the American Legion has designated that day as Vietnam Veterans Day! Now knowing that you served time in country just like I did I didn't want to forget contacting you.

I want to thank you for your service, I want you to know how glad it makes me feel that you came home safe, and I wanted to say "Welcome Home Brother"! We are a band of brothers like no other especially having served during one of the most tumultuous times in our nation's history and to have served in our beloved Corps! I leave you with the following:

"Whoever does not have the stomach for this fight, let him depart. Give him money to speed his departure, since we wish not to die in that man's company. Whoever lives past today and comes home safely will rouse himself every year on this day, show his neighbor his scars, and tell embellished stories of all their great feats of battle. These stories he will teach his son and from this day until the end of the world we shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for whoever has shed blood with me shall be my brother. And those men afraid to go will think themselves lesser men as they hear of how we fought and died together."
--William Shakespeare

Regards,
Paul Reyes
GySgt
USMC (ret)
RVN – '69/'71
Semper Fi!


Caught My Eye

Sgt Grit,

Reading today's newsletter and Sgt King's Platoon photo with his "Battle Guide" caught my eye. The Platoon graduated in March 1977. Check out the ribbons on the Drill Instructors. None of them, not even the Gunny with two hash marks, served in Viet Nam. While I was a "Viet Nam Era" Marine, I also was never "In-Country" but my Drill Instructors and every NCO in my outfit at K-Bay had been-there-done-that.

Jeff Howards
Sgt, USMC '73-'77
CPT, USAR, '77-'93


Foreign And Conflict

Military Veterans, Drill, Pay Grade, and Markings

There has been questions about Military Veterans and Veterans of Foreign Wars. One should look to the two words "foreign and conflict" as a starting point. According to most VFW applications, you need to show documentation of your service in a foreign conflict overseas. Tragically, it seems to get somewhat complicated verses the reality of the true meaning. By statistics, it takes about four personnel to support and supply the grunts in the field of combat: supply, logistics, administration, communication, mechanics, and others. This includes those who supported them while stationed in the States. Those who served overseas during a conflict by definition are looked upon as Veterans of Foreign Wars, all others as Veterans.

One who served two years or more on active duty stateside, or overseas during peacetime service, and receive an honorable discharge are considered a Veterans. I am honored to know many Veterans who served our nations stateside during the Vietnam conflict, knowing their job was just as important as those who served overseas. On both accounts, I have been there: done that; but will always consider myself just a Veteran.

On the issue of the "Eight Man Squad Drill," sometimes called the "Thirteen Man Squad Drill." The squad drill became effective in the Marine Corps on March 8, 1957. Most of those who remember those days recall commands such as: right turn, right by squads, right front into line, on right into line, right by twos, right by files, and squads left front into line. What memories they bring back for the short life they lived. By 1961, the Marine Corps reverted back most likely by the publication of the 1960 LPM: reestablishing the flanking and oblique movements.

The issue of the old pay grade and crossed rifles. This was done about 1958, to bring all military services in line with the new pay grades E-1 through E-9. The Marine had to be promoted to the next higher grade by June 1963, or he would be reverted back to the rank structure according to the pay scale. They would not lose a pay grade; only a rank structure. A corporal to a lance corporal, a sergeant to a corporal, and staff sergeant to sergeant: while still keeping his pay grade. I know of a couple of Marines who gave up a career just short of retirement, because of the humility of being reduced in rank structure. Something like being busted in a rank without being punished.

On the "P" stamped on the handle of the M-1. I never knew of such an animal. Always known to me as the "small of the stock." After hundreds of hours of rubbing linseed oil into the wooden stock of the M-1 and M-14 rifles, I never noticed any lettering on the stock group of the rifles. Could this be in reference to the handle of the M-16? Even then, I don't recall seeing a stamp on it either. I'll check it out at the next gun show, and get back with the info later.

Herb Brewer
1st Sgt, USMC (RET)


Taps

Retired First Sergeant Robert Otis Ward, USMC, transferred to his final duty station on 31 August 2013. He was a Silver Star (B Co., 1 Bn., 26th Mar. West of Khe Sanh 7 June 1967) and Purple Heart recipient. He retired out of the Marine Corps in 1984 from Weapons Co., 1st, Bn., 4th Mar., MCAGCC Twentynine Palms, CA. He was one h-ll of a Marine and I'm proud to have called him my friend.

Semper Fi,
Capt. Mac
Mac (David A.) McMaster


Sunday 22 March 2015, our color guard from American Legion Post 537 in Oregon, Ohio had the privilege of providing Military funeral service for a retired Marine K9. Sgt. Bernie did 3 tours in Iraq as a bomb sniffer and stateside duty in Yuma, Az K9 training school. She also worked with Secret Services on Presidential details and other dignitaries. She was a 13 year old Belgian Malinois. Her last handler and adopter was Cpl. Bret Reynolds from Northwood, Ohio. My good friend Dick Carstensen DVM Euthenized and cremated Bernie free of charge. He said she was a Veteran and he appreciates what veterans have done for our country. An official funeral flag was donated by the local funeral home. (Frecks Funeral Chapel). We had tv and newspaper coverage and not a dry eye in sight. Our color guard provides about 35 to 40 funerals a year but none will ever compare to the emotion that this one provided. I felt priveleged to present the flag to Cpl. Reynolds. Lots more to this story, maybe some other time.

Charles (corky) Walters
Cpl.USMC 1959-63
Post 537 Commander


Lost And Found

Wednesday is the one day of the week I really look forward to, along with Sunday, that is. Wednesday I get to read the latest newsletter. I'm hoping you can help me contact Marines from 9th MAB that were on the USS Eldorado, January, 1969, that were sent in-country during Operation Bold Mariner. I was a radio operator, along with several other Marines from the Eldorado. We had a CP set up in an amtrac. Any of this sound familiar, let me know. Looking forward to hearing from you. My email address is zelma1988[at]yahoo.com.

Semper Fi,
Sgt. Crosby, USMC 1967 - 1971


Short Rounds

There's the right way, there's the wrong way, and there's the Marine Corps Way!


I was not there. But I sure know how to spell a good Marine's name.

JM


Welcom Home Sgt. Grit! OOOOoohhhhhhRAH!

Cpl. C.E. Morgan 4th Marines, 3rd Mar. Div. 1968-1969, Northern I Corps. LZ Stud. ​USMC (Vietnam, 1968, still lost somewhere along the DMZ)

"Fair Winds and Following Seas"


Double Jeopardy Vets. Anybody else out there besides me and Sneaky White that hold both the Combat Action Ribbon and the Combat Infantryman's Badge?

Max


Sgt. Grit,

My two cents on the 'service thanks'. I changed the phrase to "Sir...Thank you for putting your ARSE on the line. Seems appropriate, because that's what ALL veterans either DID... or were prepared to.

No need to add my name or location... it's not about me...


Quotes

"Government is not reason, it is not eloquence, it is force: like fire, a troublesome servant and a fearful master. Never for a moment should it be left to irresponsible action."
--George Washington


"Reason and Ignorance, the opposites of each other, influence the great bulk of mankind. If either of these can be rendered sufficiently extensive in a country, the machinery of Government goes easily on. Reason obeys itself; and Ignorance submits to whatever is dictated to it."
--Thomas Paine, Rights of Man [1791-1792]​


"The American Marines have it [pride], and benefit from it. They are tough, cocky, sure of themselves and their buddies. They can fight and they know it."
--General Mark Clark, U.S. Army


"They (Women Marines) don't have a nickname, and they don't need one. They get their basic training in a Marine atmosphere, at a Marine Post. They inherit the traditions of the Marines. They are Marines."
--LtGen Thomas Holcomb, USMC Commandant of the Marine Corps, 1943


"[E]very good and excellent thing stands moment by moment on the razor edge of danger and must be fought for."
--Thornton Wilder


Hi Ho, Hi Ho
It's off to the pits we go.
We'll bend and thrust, and bust our n-ts.
Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Hi Ho...

"I gave you azsholes at ease, not base liberty!"

"Courage is endurance for one moment more."

Semper Fi, Mac!
Sgt Grit

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