Sgt Grit Newsletter - 20 AUG 2015

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One more story about the USS Henrico. On August 10th, 1965, fifty years ago, the 1st Force Logistics Regiment was mounted out of Camp Pendleton and aboard the USS Henrico (APA 45), ready to set sail for Okinawa. Finally, we started to slowly pull away from the pier at Long Beach. I was standing on the main deck near the stern of the ship. Just below me I noticed a 2 or 3 inch diameter rope that looked like it might be towing something. I followed the line of the rope to see what might be attached. I could not believe it. The line was still attached to one of the pilings on the pier. There was no one around that particular spot on the pier. I started poking the Marines around me and pointing out the mistake made by some Swabbie. The piling looked to be about two feet in diameter and about 15' above the water line.

Will the rope snap? Will the piling torpedo us? That line came up out of the water, got tight as a guitar string and yanked that piling right out of the pier. The ship was about 100' to 200' feet away from the pier and the piling shot like an arrow right at us. At about half the distance to the ship the piling hit the water. I can't remember a better laugh during my 4 years as a Marine.

Shout out to some of the guys on the ship. Jolly Bryant, Russ Hoover, Jerry Biglane, and Tom Brasswell

Rich Hulet, Sgt
3rd FSR, Okinawa 65-66
LSU 2/5 An Hoa 66/67


Marine Yard Art

Sgt Grit,

During the planning stage for the USMC sign, we contacted Sgt Grit and spoke with Kristy Fomin. We needed two large USMC emblems to attach to each leg of the USMC sign and she recommended Sgt Grit #16720. We got them and the rest is history.

Semper Fidelis,
Frank Hahnel
#2282xxx
1st Tank Bn, 1st MarDiv
DaNang, Vietnam May 1967-May 1968
Parris Island Plt. 3016


4th Marines

Dear SGT Grit:

In your 6 Aug issue of your newsletter, 1stSgt Jim Stelling states that a battalion of the 4th Marines defended Wake Island at the time it was captured by the Japanese, or at least that is my understanding of his statement.

No offense intended to Top Stelling, but I would beg to differ on that statement. The 4th Marine Regiment was stationed in China, until about two weeks before WWII broke out. At that time they were shipped to the Philippines, arriving there little more than a week before the Philippines was attacked on 8 Dec 1941. The regiment consisted of only two battalions at that time, which swelled to three battalions with the addition of the Marine guard detachments at Cavite Naval Station, Mariveles Navy Station, and one or two other detachments.

The 4th Marines were assigned to the defense of Corregidor Island, until they were surrendered by General Wainwright on or about 5 May 1942.

Wake Island was actually defended by the 1st Marine Defense Battalion.

Ron Mandell
Cpl USMC ’67-‘70
Son of GySgt Dave Mandell, who served with the 1st Marine Brigade in Iceland, and later with an Island Defense Battalion in the Pacific during WWII


Chester?

Sgt. Grit,

Just wanted to post about my recent visit to Marine Barracks 8th and I. For the second year in a row I was fortunate enough to be able to attend one of the Friday Evening Parades this past week. Even though I live in Baltimore, Maryland which is only an hour’s drive from DC, this was only my second visit to the barracks to see the parade. Whether a Marine or not, this production is really something to see for anyone who has not had the opportunity to experience it. My only complaint is the seating. Depending on where you sit, your line of sight is limited, especially when the Silent Drill Platoon performs on Center Walk.

This was my wife’s first time seeing the parade and while she is fairly well schooled on Marine lingo or vernacular having met me in 1984, a year before I left active duty, her Marine Corps knowledge is still limited. She knows Iwo Jima, and Beirut and hat from cover and trousers from pants and even some of the foul language slang that I sometimes spew, but she is not familiar with famous Marines. So while we were driving home that night I was not surprised when I asked her what her favorite part of the program was. She said she loved the Silent Drill Platoon, but because her line of sight was limited she missed a lot of what they did, but she thought “Chester” the 14th was really cute. I explained to her that his name was Chesty and that he was named after Chesty Puller. Her reply was, “well who is Chesty Puller?”

"Who is Chesty Puller”, I replied. “He is just one of the most highly decorated Marines who ever lived”, I replied. “Well his real name was Chester, right?” I replied that his real name was Louis B. Puller and I reminded her that the MC even explained that for the non-Marines in attendance, but I guess she missed that. So, then I had to explain that “Chesty” was a nickname given to him due to his chest full of medals, and her reply was, “see, that’s why I don’t ask you anything, because I always get the full history of the Marine Corps!”

Anyway, for those who have not had the chance to attend, do yourself a favor and make the visit – you won’t be disappointed!

Semper Fi Jarheads!

Mike Kunkel
Cpl 0331
Lima 3/8 Weapons Platoon
1981-1985


49th Marines

Hope this finds all of you patriots healthy, happy and safe. Warmest regards from the 49th Marines on this first long weekend in August. From all of us, up here in British Columbia.

Enjoy the summer,
Gerry


Responsible for rebuilding Pearl Harbor

Sgt Grit, Spending several years handling pay accounts of both enlisted men and officers brought several stories to memory. In the last few months of 1942 there were a lot of transfers taking place as veterans of Guadalcanal were returning stateside.

One day a very pregnant woman came into the office seeking the whereabouts of her "husband" who had been transferred. She did not know his name but he was that big guard who had been on the main gate to the Philadelphia Navy Yard. Sadly, we could not help her.

Then there was an item listing a summary court martial of one of my drill instructors who had been sent to State College, PA to train Marine recruits. He was fined $150 and transferred to Camp Lejeune. While on a 3-day pass I met some men from that unit who told me he had been convicted for playing poker with his subordinates. Somebody must have lost too heavily.

While on Guam a letter was received stating that the navy could only issue one monthly check for the family allowance. One Marine had a wife and child in the Boston area and had fathered a child while stationed in Oklahoma. It would be necessary for the mother receiving the one check to split it with the mother of the other child. The Marine was to decide which mother the navy should send the check to. I never saw his reply.

One day a commodore came to me requesting his pay records as he was going home for some R&R. He said that with his rank he was allowed to check himself into and out of the local hospital. He was the engineer who was responsible for rebuilding Pearl Harbor and the harbor at Guam and now they wanted him to rebuild Manila. He said he was very tired and it had been almost three years since he had seen his wife. He planned to take a little time off. I Googled his name and his record was verified.

There must be other items but these are the ones which most readily come to mind.

StfSgt Bob Gaston
384xxx



Second Iwo Flag

My wife and I were on vacation recently in Williamsburg, VA. and I suggested we take a side trip to the. National Museum of the Marine Corps. We had been to the Museum shortly after it opened and wanted to see what had been added since then.

What a special day it was.

While visiting the Museum we were treated to two very special things. There was a Basic Class from Quantico Marine Corps Officer Training School in attendance. These young men and women would graduate in a few days and will join the ranks of our Officer Corps. To talk with these young patriots was truly a treat. Then as we approached the section of the Museum dedicated to the Battle of Iwo Jima we were met by 91 year old Frank Matthews, a veteran of Iwo Jima and a docent at our Museum. Frank told my wife "there were only 2 things in the museum that were at Iwo Jima. That flag (pointing to the flag that was raised in the Joe Rosenthal photo), and me." Frank, as an 18 year old from South Carolina at the time, was a veteran of the entire campaign, landing on the first day with his unit. He provided the insight of one who was in the thick of that battle those years ago. As a flame thrower man he was wounded 3 times but refused to leave his unit. He said "when it was all over and we were leaving Iwo Jima I was the only survivor out of my Platoon of 36 that landed the first day."

I encourage all of my brothers and sisters to visit the Museum and spend time with Frank. He is an excellent example of our Corps and has accurate information about that horrendous battle which does not appear in history books.

What an honor to meet him, talk with him, shake his hand, and share the title Marine with this man. It was a humbling experience and saddens me that we are losing so many of these warriors daily. Thanks Frank, I admire your courage, dedication to your fellow Marines, and your country.

Fratres Aeterni, Semper Fidelis,

R. A. Kiser
Cpl of Marines for life


Wanted To Be My Friend

I am going to second what Sgt Mike Leonard commented on in the 08/13 newsletter. I am a member of Det. 141 of the Marine Corps League and all I ever run into is door gunners, demolition experts & grunts with exploits that you couldn’t see in the biggest Hollywood production.

Me on the other hand when I meet up with a Marine and they ask me what my M.O.S was I tell them I was one of the most feared men on every base I was at. Everyone wanted to be my friend. No one dared piss me off. And they all say the same “What were you a M.P?”

And I love the confused look on their face as I tell them I was a line cook.

I was actually sent to baking school. Who knew the Marine Corps had such a thing! Anyone who was ever talked into joining with an open M.O.S. by their recruiter, that’s who.

Saw the world, Had a great time, made lots of friends. (And I was never hungry).

Semper Fi
Cpl. John Johnson
1977-1980


George Tweed

Gunny Rousseau wrote in the newsletter of 13 August. A very factual report of the aid given to the navy by George Tweed who had survived thirty-one months of enemy occupation. He did not mention the notoriety Tweed received nor the reaction of the people on Guam.

I Googled George Tweed as Gunny Rousseau suggested. I was looking for the report which circulated on the island following Tweed's notoriety connected with his reporting details to help the navy in the Guam invasion.

The story was that after Tweed returned to the island the navy had to get him immediately out of there because the citizens were so incensed because some of them had been punished since Tweed had not stayed hidden when and where they had told him to. The navy was afraid for his safety. We heard no more of Tweed once Guam was declared secure.

StfSgt Bob Gaston
384xxx


MCRDSD Plt 178 July 1957

I arrived at receiving barracks at 0600, spent the next fifteen weeks getting an attitude adjustment. They don't tell you that the twelve weeks advertised are when you are in series. And btw, we were in series with an all Hawaiian plt. 177, who won all the inspections until we threw a clothes pin under one of their bunks just before a junk on the bunk. But what I want to say is that I don't see any tales from the Gulf War vets. I was lucky to have been of some service to the beloved USMC a few miles south of Kafji while operating an AT&T Call Home Center. Our security was provided by a TOW outfit from Hawaii. Great bunch of guys as usual with the Green Machine.

Former PFC J.L.Lynch 1695xxx "the stumps 1957/58"


Running Down His Leg

SSGT Bob Gaston's report of a perforated canteen brought to mind an incident somewhere in the Tam Ky area in the summer of 1966. Short version was that we had in the 1st Platoon both a member who stuttered, and a Corpsman who had a solid grasp of a Bill Cosby routine where he is a Navy Corpsman (he really was, just never in combat, so far as I know). We had been acting as a janitorial force, 'sweeping,' seems like we were always 'sweeping' an area, when a single shot, as they say, 'rang out'. Probably a .30 cal carbine, US made, as the VC seemed to have a fairly good supply of them.

Anyway, our stutterer is down in a dry paddy, clutching at his hip. We called him 'Peanut', probably because his love of peanut butter would let him trade peaches for peanut butter. The Corpsman who was close by me, thinking platoon sergeants had some sort of invisible force shield, called to Peanut, saying "Peanut??? you OK?" to which Peanut replied "NO!...I'm h...h...hi...hi...aw, sh-t, I'm shot!" To which our stand-up comic replied, a' la Cosby routine, "I don't make house calls," which prompted said Platoon Sgt to exclaim, rather forcefully, "Duffy!...get your azz out there." (That's what they get paid for, right?)

As it turned out, Peanut had been hit, in the canteen and with all that warm water running down his leg, he was reasonably certain that he was on the verge of exsanguination, a fancy term for bleeding to death, or for the more sensitive, 'bleeding out'. Peanut eventually shipped over, re-trained as an Engineer, and retired as a MSGT. Haven't been able to locate the Corpsman, but he's not 'on the wall'.

"Alcohol, because no good sea story ever began with a salad". Quotation credit to a good friend and Texas Aggie, and an otherwise normal sort of Marine Major, if such exist.

Dress Blues and tennis shoes, with a light coat of oil throughout.

I ain't got it, you don't rate it, and besides that, I got'em counted....get oudda here (Company Supply NCO)

"Two dead, one in the head, and I wouldn't be here if I coulda got special liberty." (response to "Platoon Sergeants report!")

ddick


I Was A Mailman

In response to Sgt.Mike Leonard,
Hi Sarge!

I was a mailman (0161) during the TET offensive in 1968. I was NOT in the rear with the gear! I was stationed North of Khe Sanh at L.Z. Stud.(It later became Combat base Vandergrift) In Northern I Corps, TAD to HQ Company 4th Marines We fought with the North Vietnamese regulars. I have a Combat Action Ribbon and a Purple Heart to prove it!

They started calling me "Postal Recon Dude"! I saw more crap than some of the Grunts!

Welcome Home Mike, glad you made it too!

Cpl. Charles (Chip) Morgan


FLC

Mike, I know where you're coming from when you say that everyone you meet was some kind of a bad azz in Nam. Talk to them for a minute or two, tho, and you can read right thru their b.s. Rest assured that there are a whole bunch of guys out here that were with the gear in the rear. I, myself, was in supply. Every year there is a reunion for the Marines that was at Red Beach with FLC, Chu Lai, Phu Bai, Dong Ha, ect. that was with FLSGA & FLSGB. This year it is at Myrtle Beach, S.C. from October 4 thru 8. I'm pretty sure that it is listed on the reunion page on Sgt. Grit's site. Also check out this website for more info.

SSgt. Ed Gruener
FLC,Red Beach 1967-68
FLSGB,Dong Ha 1968-69


Camp Wilson, 29 Palms

Sgt. Grit,

Attached is a picture of me and a buddy named Max Lesko outside the old tin and wooden huts at Camp Wilson CAX 29 Palms, California in June 1982 before leaving for a Med Cruise and eventually Beirut. One day just after arriving, but before going on the actual training exercise a few of us decided to hump on over to the base of the mountain range. Needless to say, we never got there. We kept turning around and looking back at Camp Wilson and it kept getting smaller, but the base of the mountain never got closer and we just turned around and headed back. That Monday we were trucked out to the area where the live-fire operations were taking place, but I never did pay attention to how far the base of the mountain range was from the camp. Can any Jarhead or Doc who was ever at Camp Wilson tell me how far it actually is from Camp Wilson to the base of the mountain in the photo?

Incidentally, it was during this time that I was involved in a minor Helicopter crash. One evening during a night Helo operation (Lima 3/8 was a Helo Assault Unit) several of us 0331 m60 machine gunners were cross-training with a 50 cal machine gun team and we were loaded onto a CH53. This next part I am unclear of as my memory is a bit cloudy, but we were fully combat loaded down both sides of the benches of the 53 and I think we had a jeep in there with us as part of the cargo that belonged to the 50cal gun crew. The 53 lifted and moved up and forward as they typically did on takeoff, but the bird started shuttering and then dove forward and crashed. It was pitch black outside in the desert so we had no idea how high we were, but I later was told that we were only about 20 feet off the ground when the 53 pitched forward and crashed. We were seat-belted into the bench seats, but the crew-chief was thrown forward and bounced forward to the cockpit because he was just supported by a lanyard I believe. We were not injured and the crew chief was only slightly hurt, but I never heard any more about the incident. Is there any Jarhead or Doc reading this that recalls that incident?

Semper Fi
Mike Kunkel
Cpl 0331
Lima 3/8 Weapons Platoon
1981-1985


P.T.S.D.

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

I remember well my first day in Viet Nam,
As I stepped down from the plane.
I stopped and stared as the flag draped boxes glared,
Thinking our loss would be Gods gain.

I spent the next few days, trying to learn the ways,
To keep my self alive.
I knew what it would take, without mistake,
Just to survive.

I had not been in country, but a few short days,,
When reality hit me in the face.
It was me and a Viet Cong, trying to occupy,
the same old dirty space.

It was I who won, as he lay there dead,
I am the lucky one,
Many years later, as I dream of him,
I wonder who really won.

I get up in the middle of the night,
and pace across the floor,
I look out the windows,
then check all the doors.

Now they say I have P.T.S.D.
I guess they could be right,
But no one knows, just how I felt,
When I pulled the trigger that night,

Robert J Haney
U.S.M.C.
Viet Nam 1969-1970


Air Force Had A Problem

In response to MSGT Farmers letter, “Wheels Watch”, I also flew with Top O’Neill.

I was stationed at MCAS El Toro. (1972-1974) I was then a SGT and crew on the station C-131 & C-117’s. One flight I remembered we flew with Top O’Neill as the pilot and a CWO-4 as co-pilot. Mission was to haul some passengers to an Air Force Base in Northern CA. we needed to refuel our C-131, but the Air Force had a problem with us having no commissioned officers as the air crew to sign for the fuel. We got the fuel, but I don’t remember how the deal was completed.

Top O’Neill was confident, and no nonsense, let’s get it done, kick the tires, light the fires kind of pilot. I’d fly with him anywhere, anytime.

MSGT Stan Deeke
1968-1991


"Magnificent Bastards"

July 22-26 I had the honor along with two Marine buddies, from Hotel 2/4 the "Magnificent Bastards" (We reunited a few years back), to attend the Battalion Re-Union in Quantico, Virginia. Our spouses wanted to attend. We were somewhat reluctant since this was our first re-union not knowing what to expect. After contacting a board member via e-mail with two follow up e-mails by board members we were welcomed and advised looking forward to meeting us. Wives, family members & guests were invited.

Attached is a picture of the 2/4 Memorial located in "Semper Fidelis" Park. A trail with bricks engraved with names and units, and various memorials are displayed throughout the park located next to the Marine Corps Museum. Nearby is the Marine Corps Quantico Base & Basic School.

At the initial evening reception we were informed there were two hundred plus signed up including, spouses, family members & friends.

Our scheduled itinerary was to meet & greet the first evening. The second day was to depart for the chapel located at the top of the hill to the park trail located adjacent to the Marine Corps Museum & nearby the Quantico Marine Corps Base & Basic School.

At the chapel, various Speakers, Commandants and Generals spoke of the Marine Corps history With prayers, songs, and the Marine Corps Hymn.

Brick dedication located at the nase of the 2/4 Memorial honoring the three Gold Star families in attendance.

We then departed for the Basic School for lunch. Then a briefing of today's training for future Officers. Ending with a demo of the required "Martial Arts " training.

The following day was stuffed with highlights. At the Vietnam Memorial all Vietnam Veterans received a commemorative 50 Year Anniversary of the Vietnam War pin in a special ceremony. Following the ceremony I was able to direct my Marine Buddies, now numbered five members from our Company included our Platoon Sargent to panel 17E.

I scrolled thru the nine Men's names, our buddies from First Platoon who on March 30 '67 paid the ultimate sacrifice. Upon Departure we said a silent prayer than to the Iwo Jima Memorial. A short break then to dinner at the Reagan Building, With now renewed acquaintances and new found friends. We awaited the " highlight" of the evening. The "8th & I " Parade by the Marine Corps Barracks Band & Drill team. Needless to say this was "Awesome & Outstanding."

The fourth day of touring the Museum lunch in the "Tun Tavern" & the finale at The Marine Corps Museum, "The Banquet Dinner," speakers & recognition & new found friends, buddies. Reuniting & saying our farewells.

I encourage any former or Active members to join the 2/4 Association or units you served with .
I encourage you to visit the Marine Corps Museum in Triangle ( Quantico VA Or Attend the 8th& I Parade
I am personally proud to have served with the Marines as a Navy Combat Corpsman and attend in support my buddies, at our "Magnificent Bastard reunion."

Semper Fidelis
Hospital Corpsman
Petty Officer 3rd C
'Doc "Morelli


Makes Him My Brother

Sgt. Grit,

I did not attend boot camp at Parris Island or MCRD San Diego, rather I went to OCS & TBS at Quantico. I served in the Corps from 1967 - 1973, and my observation of the enlisted Marines I served with at Quantico, at Camp Pendleton, in Vietnam, on Okinawa, and at Camp Lejeune is as follows: A squared away Marine was squared away regardless of where he went to boot camp. He was forged on the anvil of discipline and he earned the eagle, globe and anchor and the title "United States Marine" - either on the east coast or the west coast, but he earned it the same way. I could not distinguish a P.I. trained Marine from a San Diego trained Marine as they performed the duties of their individual MOS's in the units in which I served. Having lived in the low country of South Carolina, I know first hand that the heat, humidity, mosquitos and sand fleas provide a different environment than California, but the training is the same at both locations, and one either passes or fails the training requirements. To my mind a Marine is a Marine-period! Doesn't matter where he went to boot camp, when he served, or what his MOS was when he served, All that matters is that he earned the eagle, globe and anchor and the title of United States Marine - and that makes him my brother for life.

Semper Fi,
Captain Jinx


Montford Point

I was at Montford Point in 1963 in the 2nd Recon Bn. and left in 1965 for Vietnam. Montford Point was my first duty station. When I returned to the states in 1966, 2nd Recon Bn. moved to Onslow Beach. They are now located at Courthouse Bay.

I see a lot of information on Montford Point and the black marines but nothing about what was there afterward.

It was mixed race when I was first there in 1963. I'm white.

William C.


Excitement never ends at Sgt Grit

Last week a man came into our showroom, well dressed and hoping to meet Sgt Grit himself to have a picture taken with him. Unfortunately Sgt Grit was out of town, or should we say fortunately. He made small talk with our employees while shopping our showroom. Finding himself a mug and a toy set he wanted to buy. Showing us his business cards for his investigation services, he talked of his time in Iraq as a Major and his sad story of being wounded. How since he could no longer chase bad guys in the Corps, he would now do it at home as an investigator. He even had the badge and the Crown Victoria to go along with his story. He claimed he had metal plates all over his body along with numerous surgeries. All false.

Being interested in all of our heroes, we looked him up on Google. SURPRISE! Not a Marine at all. Not an investigator, but yes a convicted sex offender who prays on children. His MO is to carry around candy and toys to lure them in. We called 911 and stalled the felon in our showroom long enough for officers to arrive. Four OCPD Officers arrived, two were Marines and one was Army. They cuffed him and took him outside for questioning. Sadly, he had skirted around the questioning by saying he was not posing as an officer but as a self-employed bounty hunter, so there was nothing they could take him in on.

They couldn’t not prove, nor disprove his story. The officers were not stupid though, they had taken time to look on Google and see everything we had seen and alerted others between here and Florida about him. They have now found out that he is out of his home state without knowledge of the authorities, which is a crime and they are currently issuing a warrant for his arrest. They have also found that he cannot be a bounty hunter, so that too is being handled. Let’s hope this imposter is caught soon.


Lost And Found

Looking for any, and all, Marines who served with, or fought with USMC SGT. Mathew Caruso in Korea. He died diving on a Navy Chaplain and taking the Red Chinese bullets meant for the chaplain as he administered to wounded and dying Marines. Mathew received a temporary Silver Star, which would have been strongly considered for an upgrade to the MOH. His brother, and other Marines here in CT are working to get the upgrade he so richly earned many years ago. Please send any personal knowledge of Mathew' ultimate sacrifice to John Caruso at jrc.uconn[at]gmail.com. John is also a Marine and escorted his brother's body back home years later. He is currently working on a book to recognize the impact of Mathew's death on so many who lived to remember him. Thanks, for any help you can give, and SEMPER FI!


Short Rounds

I knew of one enlisted pilot and watched him climb into an F4U and take off, This Marine's name was Master Sgt Bumgardner not sure of the spelling. He also was in 214. This was a long time ago and my mind is getting a little fuzzy. CWO-4 Cimbalo VMF-124


Marines say farewell to the CH-46 (Phrog) after its final flight

Marines say farewell to the Phrog after its final flight 30996613 CHANTILLY, Va. — It served Marines in Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq. For more than half a century, the CH-46E Sea Knight helicopter was a...

Read the full article on the Marine Corps Times website.


Sgt Grit, I see in every newsletter some DI antics. I remember doing close order rifle drill with my foot locker (the whole platoon did it). The DI would call "Right shoulder footlocker, left shoulder footlocker, present footlocker!" it got pretty heavy at present footlocker but god help you if you let it fall.

Semper Fi, Cpl J Kanavy PI Plt 321 Jan to march 1966.


In response to LCpl Noll input about Ribbon Creek I was a recruit in Plt 27,4th Bn. We lived in Quonset huts. My Drill Instructors were TSgt C.W. Phillips and Cpl F. Maynard. In my old age I had to look at my Plt photo to make sure.

MSgt Bill Dugan Retired


Quotes

"What our generation has forgotten is that the system of private property is the most important guaranty of freedom, not only for those who own property, but scarcely less for those who do not. It is only because the control of the means of production is divided among many people acting independently that nobody has complete power over us, that we as individuals can decide what to do with ourselves. If all the means of production were vested in a single hand, whether it be nominally that of 'society' as a whole or that of a dictator, whoever exercises this control has complete power over us."
-- Friedrich A. Hayek, The Road to Serfdom [1944]


"Marines I see as two breeds, Rottweilers or Dobermans, because Marines come in two varieties, big and mean, or skinny and mean. They're aggressive on the attack and tenacious on the defense. They've got really short hair and they always go for the throat."
-- RAdm. Jay' R. Stark, U.S. Navy


"If I were King, I'd close Army entry training and send all future Infantry grunts to the Marines. The Corps still produces trained and disciplined soldiers who still know how to fight and make it on a killing field."
- Col David Hackworth, USA Army (Ret), one of Americas most highly decorated soldier


If you can’t carry it, eat it or shoot it, don’t bring it.

Private - What was the best screwing you ever got - be truthful numnuts!
Sir, When I joined the Marine Corps Sir!

DI to disgruntled recruit at chow
Senor Shitb*rd- do you understand the chow may not be fit for pigs- but it is sure fit for you Marines!

God Bless the American Dream!
Semper Fi!
Sgt Grit

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