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Sgt Grit Newsletter - 26 FEB 2015

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• We Had A Colorful History
• E5 For Nine Years
• Captain Brophy

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We Had A Colorful History

Hello Sgt. Grit,

Just wanted to comment on Ddick's article about the 175mm guns (SP) titled "Sillyvillian". I have been reading your outstanding newsletters for a long time and have always enjoyed reading all the story's and Ddicks's comments.

He apparently has worked extensively with our battery, the 3rd 155/175mm Gun Battery (SP) while at AnHoa combat base. Our battery was in country for 5 years, August 1965 to August, 1970. We had a colorful history, some good times and some not so well. The battery was awarded four PUC's and one NUC for operations we participated in.

As Ddick mentions we had two 175's blow the tubes off, injuring several of our gun crew, I included pictures of the guns after the incidents. We also had one of our 155 guns blow the breach in August '68 that killed 3 of the gun crew and injured others. The 3rd Guns are having our fifth reunion this October in San Diego, CA, and some of our members after reading Ddick's comments would like to contact him to get some inside information on what caused the accidents and invite him to our reunion.

My email address is ed-kirby[at]comcast.net. Please contact me so our members can talk with you. You all do a great job!

L/Cpl. Ed Kirby
​Nam, '68-'69

Memories Of Times So Long Ago

Every Thursday I look forward to the letter... to me it's informative and gives me a pleasure to read the letters of all who have served in our Corps. Many opinions have been put down and some times there has been a few that could start arguments, but that's the Marine way... what would it be if we didn't have a friendly argument now and then. We as Marines would not have it any other way.

If it wasn't for the letters I would have gone on not knowing about the uniforms dress, utilities, badges, how and when they came about and of those who served before me and after. After reading of some of the experiences that some write, it brings back memories of times so long ago but closer than one thinks.

Thank you all for the great reading and to Sgt Grit for one hell of a letter and letters that I for one will not forget and always enjoy!

Semper Fi to all,
Vic DeLeon



I can tell you all that HMM-163 managed to get home sometime around 1969 or 1970. I was a member of '163 during 1971 prior to going overseas (Iwakuni, Japan and some other areas in SE Asia), and again from April 1973 to October 1, 1974 when I was released from Active Duty.

HMM-163 was at MCAS(H) Santa Ana, later Tustin, CA up the interstate from El Toro. We were in the old Blimp hangers east of the Orange County Airport (John Wayne International) and our hangar was where they filmed the movie Hindenburg with George Scott in '73 or '74. Proud to have served, best 5 years of my life in a lot of regards, wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Gary Faeth, Capt (4562) USMCR 1969-74

So Many Years

It has been 45 years since I took The Freedom Bird back to the World from DaNang, RVN. Before landing in LA, we were advised not to wear our uniforms around the area. It took another year before I got discharged in Beaufort, S.C. I grew my hair and went to college just trying to blend in. The years passed with jobs, family, friends and blessed with two sons. There was no joining the local VFW or Legion. I did support our Corps through Toys For Tots and The Marine Corps Association. I ordered a couple T-shirts from Sgt Grit but just wore them around the house. I don't know what made me do it but I ordered a ball cap with VietNam and Semper Fi on the front and started wearing it in public. I started to get "Thank you for your service" and "Welcome Home Brother" from strangers. I didn'​t know what to say. I have gone from trying to blend in to actively seeking out others with a shared background. I was even invited to the Veteran's Day program at the local elementary school. I wish it hadn't taken so many years but at least I can do it now.

Sam Nittle
Sgt of Marines
RVN '69-'70​

E5 For Nine Years

Sgt. Grit,

In the 19 Feb. newsletter, there was an article by Cpl Heyl regarding the rank transition. I was promoted to SSgt (E5) early in 1957, transferred to the I-I Staff, 35th Rifle Company, USMCR, Santa Rosa, CA in July, 1959 and remained there until August, 1962, as a Staff Sergeant.

When I received my orders to MACS-4, MCAF, Santa Ana, it was as a Sergeant (E5); two years with MACS-4, another year and half at MCAS, Yuma, AZ, and then promoted to SSgt (E6) in 1966. Anybody's calculations will show that I was an E5 for nine years. It's amazing what a hard-nosed, mustang Major can do to your career!

I always maintained that HQMC was the last place that I wanted to be stationed, so when I was transferred there in March, 1967, I made sure that it was. Last promotion to GySgt in 1968, and hung it up on 31 January 1970.

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

You Missed Me, You S.O.B.

Sgt. Grit,

Regarding the article by Ddick in last weeks newsletter concerning "The Patron Saint of Artillery", he mentioned that one or two Russian 152 mm field artillery pieces were captured by the 9th Marines. He is correct! I was serving with the "Striking 9th" in 1969, and we did indeed capture a Russian field artillery piece which was later shipped back to the USA. It is currently on display in the Vietnam section of the Marine Corps Museum in Quantico, VA. I viewed it back in October of 2014 while visiting the museum. If you are one of the many Marines who - like me - were serving near the DMZ in 1969 and got shot at (and missed) by that "mother" - like me - you can stop by and "visit it" at the museum, and tell it - like I did - "You missed me, you S.O.B." Sure did make me feel better!

Semper Fi
S.R. Van Tyle

Old Corps Uniforms

Cpl. Brook did a fine job of giving the history of the utility uniform. However, the stenciling of the rank on the sleeve had stopped long before 1959. I entered the Corps in January 1957. Anyone who was a PFC or higher rank already had the metal chevrons on their collars. Some of the old salts, usually Sgts and above had their salty utility jackets (with pockets tucked into their belts) with the stenciled stripes, but they still wore the medal chevrons. The saltier utility caps had the cardboard stays removed to give the wearer a "been there, done that" look.

We were issued a tie bar that was painted a bronze/black color to go with the EGAs of the dress uniform also. The brass ones were introduced later.

I love the green dress uniform but dislike the dress blues especially for senior NCOs with a large row of hash marks. Too many colors at work! Maybe just a return of the blue cover would tone down the uniform.

James V. Merl
USMC 1957-60

Who Wrote Your Paychecks


I have to add my two cents worth to the Viet Nam Veteran conflict, mainly in response to L/CPL Corrales, C.E. About the only thing I have to say to him is "Who wrote your paychecks?"

My draft number was not due until 1972. When I discovered that my number was too high to be drafted, I joined the Marine Corps. The only volunteering I did was for Computer Programming School. I entered in May on the delay entry program, so didn't start boot camp in San Diego until September. I turned 21 in boot camp. I was "guaranteed" Ground Group 4, Electronics.

I started out with platoon 2123, and finished with 2143. During boot camp I got a stress fracture in my left leg so bad I couldn't lift my foot off the ground, so was dropped to Medical Rehabilitation Platoon (MRP). Yes, I did get Christmas Leave in boot camp, one of 18 of my fellow wounded wanna-be warriors. After eight weeks of limping around I was picked up and finished training in early February, 1973.

By the time I got out of boot camp the U.S. was pulling Marines out of Viet Nam and not replacing them. I went on to Quantico, VA, for Computer Sciences School, studying COBOL Programming. After school I was assigned to Marine Corps Base, Camp Lejeune. We processed information for all eastern Marines, in the U.S. and out. This lasted for two years, after which I was assigned to Landing Force Training Command, Atlantic (LFTCLANT) in Virginia Beach, VA.

After my four years were up I went home. When I joined I was promised $10,000 if I reenlisted. When it came time for reenlistment that bonus had been taken away, and I would have gotten the same reenlistment bonus as a clerk typist. There was more money in the real world, and I would not have to have some boot 2nd Lieutenant tell me my undershorts were folded wrong every three months. (We all know what a junk-on-the-bunk inspection is.) I was a 25 year old Marine Corps Sergeant, with a wife and two kids. I knew how to fold undershorts.

All of this is to say that when I am asked what I did during the "war" I respond that I spent the Viet Nam "war" in Virginia Beach, VA. The U.S. Government chose to call me a Viet Nam Veteran, and I am entitled to certain Veteran benefits. I do not consider myself in any way related to those of my brothers who spent time "in-country" except that I am a Marine and I served time during the Viet Nam "war". I consider myself a "Viet Nam Era Veteran" even though the U.S. Government and the Texas State Government consider me a "Viet Nam Veteran". The only medals I am entitled to are the "fire watch" (National Defense) and Good Conduct medals.

Since I am officially recognized by the Government of the United States and the state of Texas as a Viet Nam Veteran, I suppose I am. However, I will always consider myself a Viet Nam Era Veteran. I cannot, and do not try to, hold a candle for those who served in-country, and tear up when thinking of those who died there.

In Christ,
SGT. Charley Mitchell,
Hollywood Marine, to the core!
Semper Fi!

Drill Manual

Sgt. Grit,

When I entered boot camp at Parris Island in July of 1958, like all recruits we began to drill. At the time we started out performing, I believe, a drill manual called Landing Party Manual (LPM). As I remember it, it consisted of four (4) squads marching thru many formation and was different from Squad drill (just three (3) squads, which we transitioned to about 3 - 4 weeks into our training.

In the last few years I have been seeking the drill manual for LPM with very little success. If anyone has one or has an electronic version I'd like to discuss getting it.

Please contact me at kenklein39[at]gmail.com.

Thank you,
PFC Ken Klein, USMCR, inactive

Get One Out Of The Pit

Was off about 30 millimeters on the bore of those NVA artillery pieces... they were 122MM, vs 152MM, and one of them is at the Heritage Museum outside Quantico...

The mention of a "BAR" ladder bar on a marksmanship badge?... I think the writer may have confused some Army or National Guard badge... to the best of my knowledge, there was no BAR qualification course, not to say that BAR men didn't put a lot of rounds downrange in firing exercises... we fired it for familiarization in boot camp, mostly just humped it in ITR. For the .30 cal Browning, there used to be a training course, known as 'the thousand inch range', which dealt with traversing and elevating... target was a bunch of small squares, idea was to get X number of rounds in each square... and the butts were about 80 feet from the firing position... but, again, don't recall any badges for machine gun in that era. The Marksman badge for the rifle was a single bar, with nothing suspended from it, in the late 50's... somewhere along in the 60's, the pizza box, or toilet seat (it was known informally as either) was added, and the straight bar went away. A Pistol badge was the indicator that the wearer, if enlisted, had a crew-served weapon MOS, and was required to qualify with both the rifle and the pistol (or, was a SNCO or Officer)... The Army, OTOH, had a dangly that said 'grenade'... meaning, I guess, that the wearer was able to get one out of the pit...

For Cpl Heyl... the new ranks started on 1 January, 1959... my date of rank as Cpl (E-3) was 29 December, 1958... (took a Request Mast, and an individual test/drill/junk on the bunk/etc. by the Bn XO to pull it off, but I was determined not to be a Lance Corporal... main difference at the time was that, regardless of pay grade, a CPL was a NCO... and a Lance Corporal wasn't... for about three years thereafter, all of the old NCO ranks became thespians... we were officially known as "Acting Corporal" or "Acting Sergeant", etc. I have fun with younger Marines, quizzing them on how I could have made Corporal twice, never having been busted, and having all straight time...


We Were Given Razor Blades

Sgt Grit,

In one of your recent newsletters "A Brief History", the writer described the changes of field uniforms worn by Marines. It brought to mind a memory for me of a boot camp experience.

In 1969, our platoon 2130 was fortunate enough to draw maintenance duty rather than working in the mess hall at MCRD San Diego. A number of us were assigned to work in the warehouses where uniforms were stored and issued from. One day we were taken by one of the supply NCO's to a warehouse and were given razor blades. In the warehouse were cases of utility uniforms, but when we opened the boxes, lo and behold all of the utility blouses were tagged with the black and gold tag above the breast pocket that said US ARMY!

Our NCO then instructed us to carefully "cut off that S%*#", so the uniforms could be issued to new recruits.

Greg Pawlik
Cpl 1969-72​

Captain Brophy

The Dalles Chronicle, 9 FEB 2013
Article by RaeLynn Ricarte

The Dalles — US Marine Corps Capt. Daniel Brophy walked for the last time on Feb. 23, 1969, the day his body was broken by a .50 caliber bullet - but the warrior spirit that took him to Vietnam has enabled him to continue living with purpose from a wheelchair.

He has spent the past four decades helping other veterans realize that, although the war has come home with them, they can overcome combat-related injuries, both physical and mental. "Combat veterans all have varying degrees of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder)," he said.

"When someone was in trouble, the flight schedule went by the wayside and we were there," said Brophy. "Anytime there was a gunship in the air, the infantry were happy because they knew there was going to be support."

He served as executive officer for the aerial reconnaissance team, which included nine helicopters and crews who earned a Presidential Unit Citation for running highly effective missions within their Tactical Area of Responsibility around Da Nang Air Base, in the northeast coastal region of Vietnam. That location was known as the "rocket belt" due to the large number of rockets and mortars that rained down on soldiers from the Republic of Vietnam and their U.S. allies.

The helicopters on the team typically flew about 100 feet off the ground and Brophy and his crew had been shot down three times during the deployment.

On Feb. 29, he and his fellow Marines were determined to protect infantrymen dug into the hillside at the triangular point of a pass and in danger of being overrun by a larger enemy force.

"Those guys were stressed and up to their elbows," Brophy recalled.

He was on an adrenaline high from an action-packed morning and vigilantly scanning the terrain below for threats. When he spotted adversaries, he fired off tracers from his M14 that guided his gunner - who would later be killed in combat - to these targets. He also threw purple smoke grenades to mark an area for incoming fighter jets to launch a rocket or napalm strike.

His crew was inflicting heavy losses on the enemy about 11:30 a.m. when Brophy felt something slam into his body with great force. The bullet that was capable of penetrating three-fourths inches of armored plating had come through the hull of the Loach, entered his foot and decimated his knee before hitting the carotid artery in his neck. Blood poured from his wounds and he quickly sank into unconsciousness as crew members scrambled to save him and the pilot wrestled with controls to fly the helo that had lost hydraulics to a Navy medical station near Dia Loc Pass, about four flight minutes away.

"I was aware that I'd been hit; it felt like someone had slammed me in the head with a sledge hammer during that moment when I was awake - and then I wasn't," said Brophy.

He was transported to Da Nang Field Hospital and then flown to the U.S.S. Repose in the nearby harbor and on to the 106th Army Hospital in Japan before arriving at a naval hospital in San Diego, Calif. His return to the U.S. came in the dead of night so he was able to avoid the abuse heaped upon his fellow veterans by anti-war protesters during that era - something he is grateful for.

The large bullet - more than 2 inches long and about one-half inch diameter - had torn him up internally enough that he was paralyzed from the waist down. Brophy said he handled the news that he would never walk again "poorly" and it took five years for him to adjust to the loss of mobility and the end of a military career that had begun with his enlistment at 17 in 1957.

He credits his strong Christian faith and the endless patience of his wife, Lynn, with helping him process the horrors he had seen and endured and begin using his experiences for the benefit of others. The Brophy's had married in 1963 and she had single parented their daughter, born that same year, when he went to Vietnam as an advisor in 1964.

When that tour began he held the rank of Sergeant and by the time he came home in 1965, he was slated to become a second lieutenant - a rank that would not catch up with him until the following year. His battlefield commission was granted after he was forced to take charge of about 120 Marines in an artillery unit on top of Hill 157 in Quang Ngai Province following the injury of the commanding officer and higher-ranking Sergeant. They had both been taken out of action by the seriousness of their wounds, so Brophy called in air strikes and issued directives during hostilities that ended with only 80 men uninjured.

"The only thing you are thinking about in a time like that is what you are supposed to do next," he said.

His finally came in 1966 when, at the age of 24, he was working as a series instructor of recruits - overseeing the activities of drill instructors - at Marine Corps Recruiting Depot in San Diego, Calif.

His son was born in 1967, after Brophy had completed aerial observation school in New River, N.C., and gone to a 36-week language school to learn more Vietnamese. Lynn was once again left behind as a single parent when he departed for Vietnam again in 1968.

"The families left behind serve as much as the troops on the front lines," he said. "While I was gone, my wife was up to her beltloops in alligators." Brophy had planned to be a "lifer" in the Marines but that dream was cut short by his severe injury. He was full of anger when he had to take a medical retirement from the Corps in 1970. He believes great memories of a joyous family vacation in Hawaii just one month before he was injured provided the glue to hold his marriage together during rough times. He said Lynn was his primary caregiver and had to cope with his volatile emotions while also caring for their two young children.

He became an ordained minister in 1978 and Lynn convinced him to return to college. He graduated with a master's in social work from Portland State University in 1980 and then went to work for the Veterans Administration.

Over the years, Brophy counseled veterans who suffered from PTSD and, in 1986, became involved with Point Man International Ministries while living in several different locations. He and Lynn settled in The Dalles in 1998 and he now serves as Outpost Leader for the Christian-based organization. In addition to their own son and daughter, the couple has raised a dozen foster children.

"I am proud to say we will be married 50 years in January of 2013," said Brophy.

In the straight-talking style of a Marine drill instructor, Brophy also has some advice for the parents and spouses of deployed troops on the front lines.

"You might not recognize your son or daughter because they will not be the same."
--US Marine Corps Capt. Daniel Brophy

Thanks Sgt. Grit for your newsletter. Captain Brophy was my drill instructor in 1963.

Sgt. C. Jones

No Disrespect


Noted in your newsletter was a comment about "No Disrespect" concerning Chris Kyle and Carlos Hathcock and why a movie is not made about Hathcock and his almost unbelievable exploits while in Vietnam.

I agree completely a movie should be made about Carlos and his service in the Marines and especially his Vietnam experiences.

Here is a quote from Chris Kyle's book "American Sniper":

"Carlos Norman Hathcock II, (USMC) the most famous member of the sniping profession, a true legend and a man Whom I look up to, tallied ninety-three confirmed kills during his three years of tours in the Vietnam War. I'm not saying I was in his class - in my mind, he was and always will be the greatest sniper ever."
--From the book "American Sniper" by Chris Kyle

That's my two cents worth...

Bill Lang
USMC Cpl. E-4
1963 - 1966

RE: No Disrespect Intended response to last week's Post.

I've watched the recent Movie in question, and it's a great movie. I WISH it hadn't been a Marine that ended his Life. However, there is a Movie, Sniper, that loosely depicts Carlos Life. It was mostly about the eye shot through the Scope, and his knocking off the VC General. All in all, I thought it was about as good as Chris's Movie.

Hanline, Ralph J. 2003XXX
Feb. 20, 1962 - Aug. 20, 1966​

Guam Greasy Grill

Guam Seabees were on 24-hour work - fight shifts.

Seabees who went into Guam with the Marines worked by day, fought by night, and in between times still found opportunities to display the ingenuity for which they have become famous, according to Sgt. Harold A. Breard, Marine Corps Combat Correspondent writing from the newly-conquered island.

During the first few days of the battle the Seabees acted as part of the Marines shore party. Besides working on the beaches all day and doing some emergency road building on the side, at night they moved into the front line area to back up the assault troops. At one time, when Marine tanks had to move up a steep ridge to blast Japs entrenched in caves, the Seabees braved sniper fire to bulldoze a 1000-yard road up the incline. The tanks followed in their wake.

The battle for the island was still in its infancy, said the Marine Corps correspondent, when the Seabees tired of the tarpaulin-covered galley their cooks had thrown together on the beach when they first came ashore. Instead, the builders set up the "Guam Greasy Grill," reputed to be the most elaborate galley on Guam. The Grill was built of odds and ends of lumber, sheet metal and canvas, and screened with mosquito netting. A carpenter's crayon was enough to produce the sign above the doorway announcing the name.

​John Ratomski


In mid-January, my buddie Joe Schaffner who I attended boot camp with in 1981 (Platoon 3312) called me and said "we are going to Parris Island next month." I replied that I was game, but why? He tells me that he has a friend that he coached high school football with who is a Vietnam Vet Marine who's Grandson would be graduating on February 13, 2015.

So Joe meets me in Cincinnati on the morning of Feb. 12 and we make the 10 hour drive to Beaufort. The following day we proceed to MCRD Parris Island for the graduation ceremony that is scheduled at 0900. This was the 3rd graduation ceremony that I have attended (other than my own) and they never get old.

Joe's friend John Agenbroad did not inform us that he would be part of the ceremony. After his military and civilian accomplishments were read to those in attendance, he reviewed the graduating Marines.

At the completion of the ceremony, I was introduced to John and his wife Patti. John was so happy that we had driven down just to attend the Graduation and that he would be treating us to dinner that evening.

Later that evening we drove to Hilton Head Island to have dinner with John and Patti and there friends Mr. and Mrs. Willie Bryan.

We enjoyed each others company over dinner and drank for a few hours and told stories, and laughed and had a great time as if we had known each other our entire lives.

You see, Joe served from 1980-1984, I served from 1980-1989, John was a Vietnam combat Vet and Mr. Willie Bryan is a WW II Veteran and a survivor of Iwo Jima. So we had three generations of Marines enjoying each others company.

After dinner as we were parting ways, Joe and I each shook both men's hands and told them thank you and what an honor it was to dine with them. Both of them stated that they were honored as well.

It just goes to show you that no matter when you served, what your job was or whether you served in combat. We are all Marines and that was all that mattered.

Semper Fi
Tom Cranmer

Snipers - US Marine Corps

The US Marine Corps is rather big compared to many other special forces units, and their lets call it policy is that everyone is a Marine Rifleman regardless of Military specialty. However within the Marine Corps we do have "specialized units" and one of them is what we call Force Reconnaissance. Plus there are specialized schools and units for Snipers. Here is a nice pictorial overview of this school and the candidates that try out. As you shall see in the write-up many other militaries send some of their troops here to this school.

See What Makes US Marine Scount Snipers The Deadliest Shots On The Planet.


MSGs... Past & Present. Start making your plans for the 2015 MEGA Reunion.

Where: Providence, RI
When: June 3 - 7, 2015

Contact for more info:
Kevin J. Hermening
2245 County Rd. KK
Mosinee, WI 54455
Email: kevinh[at]hermeningfinancialgroup.com

Lost And Found

Sgt Grit & Sgt Williams,

Thanks for all the times you shipped me the Grit Magazine for me to give away at the Marine Expo's. All were given away at each Expo, if they already received your Magazine they were always thankful and nothing but good to say about it.

I went thru MCRD SanDiego, then 2dITR & Rifle range (we hiked with full pack and rifles back to San Diego). Then on to 1st Division Tank Battalion at Pendleton, 1st Marine Air Wing ElToro, and last station was 1st Marine Air Wing FMFPac in Hawaii (Camp Smith). While in California we went on Operation "SilverSword". If any readers were stationed with me on any of these, I would like to hear from you.

LCpl Kenneth Kemper
Now Dr Kenn Kemper
Home: 623-846-5296
Office: 602-881-1400
Email: GreatAmerithon[at]Msn.Com


March 21, 1980 a new group of Marines were released into the Corps. Plt. 1001, 1st Bt., A Co. Parris Island. This year is our 35th anniversary. Any of you guys out there reading this give me a shout.

Jeff Strayer
Email: jeff.strayer[at]turbocam.com

Short Rounds

70th Anniversary of the Flag Raising on Iwo Jima parade. Held in Sacaton, Arizona.

See more photos at 2015 70th Anniversary of the Flag Raising on Iwo Jima parade.

Semper Fi
Frank V. Aiello

As the CMC said there are no longer "former Marines" only Marines. Marines of yesteryear and into the future needs to be as responsible as Woody and Jim. They showed the Pride and Leadership qualities of Marines, and how we should do the same in teaching and demonstrating to all people (young and old) to make this world a better place to live. These two Marines took time out of their long lives to do exactly what the United States and the world needs to do to make it a better place to live. Semper Fi Marines.

Ted Shimono

This is my rifle there are many like it...

In case you have never seen this. It appears to be somewhere around WWII to the late 50s. Note the canted garrison covers, longer hair and the '03 Springfield.

Marines Swear In On The Rifle​

You have finally solved the mystery of the attachment medals that I had next to my Rifle range medal. 25 of us Marines in November 1959 were sent to a range where we fired any weapon that a Marine Battalion would be using in combat anywhere in the world. We became very proficient with each weapon from the .45 pistol to the Ontos, flamethrowers, bazookas, to any weapons that were issued and not issued to a BLT. We had to know the entire ins and outs of each weapon.


I was on the Princeton from April 15, 1959 to May 27, 1961. I made the cruise to Japan February 1960. I was with the U.S. Marine guards 2nd Division. I remember the ship on the hanger deck.

L/Cpl G. Hammer

Hello fellow Marines and friends of Marines. I enjoyed the article about Woody Williams. When I see his name I am reminded of our company gunny. They lived not to far from each other and to my surprise I received a signed picture of the flag raising at Iwo Jima from Woody Williams via Gunny McMillion. It has a page in my 3/3 scrapbook. So sad both Marines are gone now.

Cpl. TC Mosher, USMC
Viet Nam '66 & '67​

Cpl. TC Mosher,

Hershel Woody Williams has not reported to the Pearly Gates yet. He is alive and well brother.

Sgt J. Williams
'00 - '07

Parris Island 1970.

Marines, enjoy the next thirty minutes of this old video. Semper Fi!

This Is Parris Island (1970)

Gerry A. Flowers
USMC 0311 / 8654​

"I received my order and everything is perfect! Just wanted to thank you. I especially wanted to thank Cherish Mahaffey for the outstanding work she did on my hat, and the inspiring note. I have received so many positive compliments about that hat at the VA Hospital when I visit patients there, also at my local DAV and VFW."​

Sgt TM, Nam '67

To honor the first man killed in their outfit on Bougainville, a Marine unit named its bivouac area "Camp Tipton" for PFC. James C. Tipton, Detroit, who was killed charging a machine gun nest, but who took at least two of the enemy with him as he fell.

​John Ratomski


"We Marines are Truly Blessed. We get to enjoy the Sweet Taste of Freedom because we know its Price."
--(Marine Veteran, John Chipura, Survivor of the 1983 Beirut Bombing. He became a New York Fireman who wrote the above for the 225 Birthday of the Marine Corps. He was killed September 11 at the World Trade Center.)

​"When you men get home and face an anti-war protester, look him in the eyes and shake his hand. Then, wink at his girlfriend, because she knows she's dating a p-ssy."
--Gen. James "Mad Dog" Mattis

"The first day I was at Camp, I was afraid I was going to Die! The next two weeks, my sole fear was that I wasn't going to Die! After that I knew I'd never die because I became so hard that nothing could Kill Me!"
--(World War I Recruits Bootcamp Comment)​

"America was founded by tough hell-raisers. Rugged citizens who evaded taxes, spoke strongly against tyranny, grew tobacco, brewed beer and spirits, and smuggled weapons. And it will be saved only by those same types of citizens."

"How many pushups can you do? All of them!"

"I'm a Moma Lootin, Routin Tootin, 100 lbs of hell-dipped destruction with temporary duty as a House Mouse."

"I can't believe that YOU were the fastest sperm?"

Semper Fi, Mac!
Sgt Grit

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