Tribute 2014 Corvette Stingray Z51
I spent 14 years in the Marine Corps from 1965 to 1979. Now, as the
Sr. Vice Commandant of the Marine Corps League (MCL), MGySgt John W.
Zaengle Detachment in Glenside, Pa, I wanted my Vette to be "A
Tribute To Our Marine Corps Veterans." Also to use the car at our
local car shows to draw attention to the MCL and what we do Marines,
their families and veterans.
(Also, had 22 years in Air National Guard.)
Back in April 2013 I put my deposit down on a 2014 Corvette. Of
course I was on an allocation list at my dealership in Jenkintown,
Pa. I've dealt with them since the 80's and refused to go to another
dealership. This was a very special order. Since there was a
restriction on the Z51 option, I couldn't even get my order into the
The car show season was ramping up, so I contacted an Executive Vice
President at General Motors & explained my situation and why I was
trying to get the car. The Executive Vice President's office, the
Zone Manager, and my dealership all worked together. Everyone was
extremely professional and a pleasure to work with. They constantly
kept me updated on the progress of my order.
I was able to get the car ordered and delivered in about 6-8 weeks.
With all the options I requested, including the Z51 option and the
override for the interior color.
The Corvette "Tribute To Our Marine Corps Veterans" is a special
1. Laguna Blue, for the Marine Corps dress blue uniform.
2. With dual Crystal Red racing stripes, for the Red Blood stripes
that are down each side of the dress blues trousers.
3. Red Interior is to honor those Marines that have shed their blood
in defense of our country.
At every show or on the road, people, young and old are taken back by
the beauty of the car. It has proven to be the perfect tribute to
As of a couple days ago I found that this car is one of 31 - Z51
optioned 2014 Corvettes with dual Crystal Red racing stripes. I'm
waiting for the National Corvette Museum to let me know if this is
the only one in the Laguna Blue with dual Crystal Red racing stripes
& Red/Black Interior color combination. I have to call them back
next week to see if this a 1 of 1 car.
I've included a some pictures for you.
Marine Corps League
Sr. Vice Commandant
MGySgt. John W. Zaengle Detachment
When I was in boot Platoon 370 at San Diego (65), one of the Staff
DIs was Sgt. McGee. He was crabby most of the time, but displayed a
tremendous sense of humor, always at our expense, of course.
He would barely whisper "Get on the road" out of his office door.
Someone in the first billet would hear the order and frantically yell
it down the line. Since we stumbled into formation in cluster f-ck
fashion, he'd punish us with a "Get in the billets" followed
immediately by "Get your footlockers and get on the road." Then,
"Get in the billets, get on the road, get in the billets, get on the
road, girls we're gonna play "racetrack." "Racetrack" entailed
gathering a squad of recruits with footlockers into one of those
squares of ice plants on either side of the entrances to each billet.
We all had busted knuckles, but I can't help but chuckle to myself
when I think of how foolish we must have looked. Truth is, that's my
kind of humor and "racetrack" is one of my fondest Marine memories.
James M. Robinson
I was stationed with Mike Company, 3rd Bn, 9th Marines at Camp
Sukiran, Okinawa (not Okinawa, Japan) in 1958. Our Staff NCO's had
single rooms in the barracks.
One night, one of our Sgts (E-4) had a little too much to drink out
in the ville. Upon his return to his squad bay on the second deck in
the barracks, he had to use the head. So, he enters the head, and
makes use of the urinal. Unfortunately, the Company Gunny's room was
right next door to the head and he had gone in the wrong door. The
"urinal" turned out to be the Gunny's blanket folded over a radiator.
Next morning, in company formation, the Gunny calls out "Sgt
Matt-----, front and center. Seems like he had a special assignment
Capt Art Kidd
Marine Football Program
On the Marine Football Program story (Jim Grimes), I recognized one
of the names immediately.
Jim Weatherall, who played ball here locally in White Deer, TX, was
the Outland Trophy winner in 1951 at Oklahoma, and went on to play a
number of years in the NFL with Detroit, Philly, and the Redskins. He
is also a member of the College Football Hall of Fame.
Given the size (and obviously the conditioning, being Marines) of
these men in that era, these must have been some pretty darn good
Dr J B Boren
Here's your challenge for the day!
At Parris Island in 1959 we held a laundry day about once a week...
Go to the wash rack behind our barracks and be equipped with the
following gear: galvanized bucket, scrub brush, soap bar, and
Tie-ties were used to attach cleaned items to the overhead drying
lines (not like the clothes pins that mother used). After an
informal search for them they seem to be an item only used at P I and
anyone after us Old Corps haven't even heard of such a thing (Do
recruits now have commercial laundry services, or electric washing
machines, or what?).
This image was posted last week on the Sgt Grit Facebook page. The
image displays recruits at MCRD San Diego standing at parade rest
during a Battalion Commander's inspection. The text on the image
reads "MARINES STAND... Serve with, Tactfulness, Accountability,
Nobility, and Discipline."
Here are some of the comments left by fans about this post:
Tommy Hicks - M16 they will never feel what the recoil of a M14 feels
Daniel Grgurich - I love the 14, what better weapon to take out your
enemies at 800 yards.
Beverly Hoyt Holmes - guy in second rank has his knees locked :)
Kenneth Sr Scruggs - Only wore my barracks cover twice,the rest of my
tour,I wore the p-ss cover.
Loren Petty Not - so sure about the tact. I have known many tactless
Marines, and am probably one of them.
Raymond M. Muro - I am a U.S. Marine, I am the measure against which
all others fall short.
View more comments about this post on the Sgt Grit Facebook Page.
I Knew I Was An SOB
I remember Boot Camp, but I don't remember being beaten, but I do
remember Marching until I thought I would die, I remember marching
one night after midnight, carrying my bucket full of sand until I
thought my arm would fall off. But I wasn't going to give up. I was
only 17 years old and when I graduated from Boot Camp, the DI came to
me and said; "I didn't think you would make it, you were young, dumb
and stupid to boot. I still don't think you will make it!"
All this gave me incentive and I made it but I busted my asz to do
it. When I received my emblems I was the proudest SOB in the world (I
knew I was an SOB because I was called that so many times in the past
few weeks). After further training I finally was sent overseas and I
couldn't wait to go into battle. Everyone thought I looked too young
and I was given every Sh-t job until finally somehow I slipped
through the knot hole and ended up on a ship, an APA. Then somehow me
and three other guys had our records lost and no one knew what to do
Finally a smart Clerk/typist or 1st Sgt. knew what to do and got us
going and I ended up on Guam on the day it was secured, August 30th,
1944. Instead of fighting I worked my Butt Off loading and unloading
supplies, the only enemy I met or saw were Dead and there must have
been at least three enemy captured and behind barbed wire clad only
in loin cloth's. When I said three I meant three, thats all I saw.
I think because I was so small (5'6") and young looking, I went from
pillar to post with three other guys.
I ended up on an APA during the Okinawa Invasion, standing on board
the ship looking through a Telescope (some sailor had mounted on the
deck) I kept a desire for me to go ashore and do my share. Then one
day I heard some one calling out and somebody crying and I ran to see
what it was.
Japanese civilians were jumping off a cliff, I must have been
nineteen years old by this time and could only hope I would soon go
ashore. But it wasn't to be. Later when I looked at my new record
book I noticed I had participated in the Campaign for Okinawa Junto
and the Campaign of the Marianas Island, some old Marine said to me;
"What difference does it make, YOU were THERE".
I went back to Pearl Harbor on the APA and ended up in a Guard
Detachment. The War ended and because I was loading and unloading
supplies, so when I was given a new Record Book I was given a Supply
Spec Number (What the MOS was called then), Supply and Administration
Spec Numbers were froze and couldn't return to the US until all the
745's (Old rifleman Spec Number) and even the 521's (Basic Marine)
had gone home. I finally got home on 10 March 1946, almost six months
after the War was over.
I got out and went Home expecting a World Welcoming me home with open
arms and a GREAT Job. That wasn't to be either because too many
Veterans were already Home and the Job Market was crammed with World
War II Vet's, so I joined the 52/20 Club. Congress had passed a law
allowing Veterans to Recieve $20.00 a week for 52 weeks unless they
got you a job (AND you had to make all appointments the Employment
Office Made for you).
H-ll, I had more fun in the Corps and went to the Recruiting Station
and asked; "Will you take Veterans?" "H-ll Yes" he said, so I took
the Oath and climbed back into Uniform, This time to stay, or so I
GySgt. F. L. Rousseau, USMC Retired
I Had The Dubious Pleasure
Allow me, please, to reply to two recent letters in your October 23,
To: Henry ("Hank") Nocella
Only those who have received a less than honorable discharge are
"former Marines". You are, and always will be, a Marine - period.
You are now wearing a different uniform. That uniform may be a suit
and tie. It could also be blue with a badge on the shirt. The
uniforms Marines wear are as many and as varied as the men and women
who wear them. I'm honored to count myself as one of your Marine
To: Gary Harlan
I would first like to apologize if I offended you by "implying" that
Marines leave or left the Marine Corps because of "peer pressure". I
didn't mean to "imply" anything other than the fact that "peer
pressure" is a powerful force, back then as well as today. There are
many (too numerous to mention) reasons why Marines choose to leave
active duty. "Peer pressure" is but one. When we were young, all of
us made decisions that later in life we might wish we had made
differently. We were young, immature, and sometimes foolish.
Frequently, we were placed in unfamiliar surroundings that were
dangerous, life threatening. We adjusted to being Marines (a
different way of life) in a variety of ways. Many simply decided
that the Marine way of life wasn't for them as a career. I don't
believe there is a WRONG reason for not making the Marine Corps a
career. Every Marine must do what they believe is best for them.
The length of time a Marine stays in the Marine Corps, their MOS, or
their duty station is absolutely immaterial. What's material is the
fact that we are Marine brothers, today, tomorrow, and forever. We
all contributed what we could to the accomplishment of the mission.
I was also just reflecting on what life as a Marine was like back
I had the dubious pleasure of serving 44 months in Vietnam. My first
operation was Hastings with India Company, 3rd Battalion, 5th
Marines. I was with Golf Company, 2nd Battalion, 5th Marines in Hue
City and the Tet Offensive in 1968. Captain Ronald Christmas was our
Company Commander. He is a retired Lt/Gen and quite instrumental in
building the Marine Corps Museum. There were other operations
sprinkled through those many months. Many Marines who had no
intention of making the Marine Corps a career put their lives on the
line for me and other Marines. The hero's names are on the wall in
Washington, DC. I'm proud and honored to have served with men of
that caliber. Whether a Marine intended to make the Marine Corps a
career never made any difference to me. Marines, like you, who
didn't make the Marine Corps a career did no less than those of us
who chose to make it a career. We who wear the emblem earned it and
wear it proudly regardless of where we served or how long we served.
A Former "Hat"
GySgt, USMC, (Ret)
Dear Sgt Grit,
I've been reading about some of the troubles some Marines received at
boot camp when they got letters with initials written on the backs
My experience was slightly different.
My older brother was in the Marines eight years before me. When I
first got to Parris Island, we recruits were told we were not to
receive any mail until further notice and to write and tell everyone
"No mail" yet. About the fifth day on the island most of the recruits
saw a package on the DI's table at day's end, and after all the
remarks that senior drill instructor GySgt Delkowski had to say, he
suddenly held up the package and called MY name to come front and
center. He asked me if I was expecting any contraband. "Sir, No Sir"
I answered. He then asked if I recognized the name and address of
the sendee and shoved the package about 2 inches in front of my face.
Crossed eyed, I recognized my older brothers writing and wanted to
crawl into a hole, because I knew this was not going to end well for
me. I said as much as I could in as short a time as possible that it
was my older brother... he was in the Marines in the early 50's... he
hated me... he's home laughing at me right now... please throw the
package away. Other stuff, too, but I can't remember it all now. He
then told me to open the package right where I was and show him
what's inside. I could see that it was from a quality candy maker in
our area, and was sweating about what was going to happen to me.
When I showed him what was in the package he said "What are you going
to do with the contents, maggot?" I said pass it around the squad bay
(hoping that I wouldn't have to eat the entire contents myself). He
said "My maggots don't eat pogy bait, do they maggots?" Everyone
yelled louder than anything I had ever heard before, "Sir, No Sir."
He says "Well, pass it around the squad bay sh-t head." After I made
a trip around the port and starboard sides of the squad bay I
returned with the package as full as when I started. I dreaded what
I thought was going to happen next, two pounds of chocolate candy
crammed down my throat, asphyxiation, death, not becoming a Marine
"Seeing as this is the first time this has happened, I'll keep the
package as a reminder to not receive mail until I say you t-rds can
receive mail, is that clear people?" he said. "Sir Yes Sir" everyone
but me answered. I was having an out-of-body experience about then
and it took a few seconds for the words to sink in. When I refocused
my eyes he was saying "Dismissed". I stepped back, about faced, and
ran faster than I ever ran before to my bunk in case he changed his
Two days later somebody else wasn't so lucky when he had to eat a box
of Oreos with Tide laundry detergent poured on them. Didn't take
long for the upchucking to start.
By the way, I thanked my brother for sending the package of candy
when he did, and he was dumbstruck! I didn't tell him I never had to
eat them and I'm sure the DI's had a good time with them.
Got another boot camp story to tell, but it'll be for another time.
L/Cpl Rich Townsend
From the DISBURSING CHIEF
(Vol #10, #4)
I did not know that my parents had returned to the area and I was
shocked to learn that they had purchased The Hemlocks. They had
passed that property hundreds - maybe thousands - of times and would
often comment about what a lovely place it was. I don't think they
ever dreamed of someday owning it. But I am sure they had never
really expected to get $464,088 for our farm either. I did not know
what they had paid for The Hemlocks but Mr.'B' said it was 'an all
cash transaction' and I was sure this property cost MUCH LESS than
that. I could not reach my parents by phone and it was almost 2100.
I told the 'Bs' that I would go over there in the morning. Mrs.'B'
said "You look tired. You won't have to sleep on the sofa tonight.
You can go up and sleep in Mary's bed. I am sorry that she will not
be joining you - but when you get up there you will think she is
there, too. Her room is permeated with the odor of her Prince
Matchabelli perfume." And it sure was! This just made me miss her
all the more. I slept like a log until my usual wake up time - 0500.
I did not wish to disturb anyone so I just laid there and thought
about going over to The Hemlocks and seeing my parents for the first
time in over a year.
When I heard the 'Bs' going downstairs I got up and took my usual
quick shower and got dressed. When I went downstairs Mrs.'B' asked
if I would like some breakfast. I said "I'll pass again. I am sure
my mother will insist on my having breakfast with them - even if I
have stuffed myself here." I told the 'Bs' that I would see them
again later in the day and headed over to The Hemlocks. I was sure
that my parents and I had a great deal to tell each other. This trip
took about 15 minutes or so. I pulled into the long, circular
driveway in front of their new home - right up behind my Dad's Rocket
Oldsmobile '98'. I sat there a moment and looked at this house. It
must have been 60 feet long and 24 feet deep (What I could see at
that time. I later learned that the middle third was about 10 or 12
feet deeper.) It was three stories high. I walked to the front door
and used the large brass knocker to let them know they had a visitor.
My Mom answered and my Dad was only a few steps behind her. We
hugged and kissed. My Mom said "I knew you were in the area. We had
been here only one day when the mail carrier delivered our first
letter. He said he wasn't sure if it was for the Cecils or the new
owners. It was the smallest letter I have ever seen in the U.S.
Mail. It was for you. I do not know who it is from. It is
postmarked from Washington, D.C. and smells like it was dipped in
perfume." I knew who it was from. Mom handed it to me. The letter
was only about one inch bigger in each direction than a business
card. It was addressed to 'Sgt. H. T. Freas, USMC, The Hemlocks, Mt.
Laurel Road, Moorestown, N.J.' I slipped it into my pocket. Mom
said "Aren't you going to open it?" I said "I'll open it later."
She looked a bit puzzled about this.
Semper Fi. The old, real old, real, real old (85) Master Gunny.
Harold T. Freas, Sr.
Smedley D. Butler's Signature
There are probably many more versions of the Marines' Hymn than most
Circa 1963 a few miles West of Lawrence, Kansas. I met someone who I
later found out was a Marine. We helped him and his wife escape from
a tornado which appeared to be headed towards their house. It was
less than 1/4 mile away when we went high port and got away. It
missed their house by 100 yds. We got back to his house and found
out he was a Marine too. He had participate in the second campaign
of Nicaragua. He said when he got discharged from the Marines, it
was the day Smedley D. Butler retired. After Gen Butler signed his
discharge papers they walked out of headquarters building together.
He dug out his discharge paper and there was Smedley D. Butler's
He also dug out copies of the words for the Marine Corps Hymn that
lamented, and described, and cussed Nicaragua. There were quite a
few versus. Wish I could remember the words.
It never stops amazing me the types of stories you can hear from old
Marines if you just take the time to sit a listen. I've met and
talked to two Marines that participated in one of the Chinese boxer
rebellions and of course this Nicaragua Marine. Most memorable one
to me was one that survived the Bataan(sp) Death March.
They gave me much to live up to.
(Hoogie) Gysgt/Capt USMC (ret)
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Then Armageddon Started
Six of us from NE Okla (Miami) joined on the 1st of Aug 1953, bussed
to KC to catch a train to MCRD San Diego. We got there fairly late
and rode cattle cars to the Depot. We were taken to the north side
of Grinder, one of the old buildings facing it and we were put on the
top floor of very large room with a total of about 100 newbies. There
was a flat roof off the front of the room and we all went outside to
observe our new world. A DI walking in arcade under us heard the
noise and stepped out in the assumed the pose... hands on hips, sneer
on mouth. After a 6-minute azs chewing, he advised us to get our
stupid civilian Aszzes inside... Then Armageddon started...
Supposedly some guy with a defective brain gave him the middle finger
salute and then the fun began.
Before we got inside, he was upstairs and had stopped on the first
floor and had gotten 3 or 4 other DI's... (assistants I suppose)...
briefed them on the situation and everyone was ready... Unfortunately
the guy who (reportedly) gave him the salute was wearing a blue
shirt, as was I and quite a few others. Of course we got special
attention... I was raised with Yes Sir and Yes Mam but some of these
guys weren't and they seemed too dumb to understand that, that was
After about 30 minutes (seemed like hours) we were told to get into
the bunks and do nothing but breathe till morning... I have no idea
if this was a staged production or not but it worked...
As with everyone else in the room I wondered as I tried to go to
sleep, what the h-ll; have I gotten into... but we soon found out...
Sgt Don Wackerly
From The DISBURSING CHIEF
(Vol #10, #5)
I had stepped inside. It seemed like I had walked into a museum. The
ceilings were about 12 feet high. Seeing my Mom & Dad for the first
time in over a year was a pleasure. Mom said "I want to show you
around - but I want to get you some breakfast first. What can I fix
for you?" I replied "ANYTHING. I have not eaten since lunch
yesterday at the Midway." That made her day. She started to work on
one of her huge breakfasts. I sat at the very large marble top table
that she had acquired when we bought the farm in 1939. I admired the
place. It was HUGE, a quite typical 'country kitchen' - about 20
feet square - but all of the kitchen appliances were modern. She
fixed my usual half dozen FRESH eggs - sunny side up, scrapple,
bacon, corn meal mush and my quart of milk. (I mentioned FRESH eggs
because the USMC was still using cold storage eggs purchased
Mom & Dad were anxious to show me around. The 'Living Room' and
'Sitting Room' were each about 20 by 24 ft. We went upstairs. The
ceilings on the 2nd floor - with four bedrooms and two baths - were
'only' about 10 feet tall - and those on the 3rd floor with another
four bedrooms and two baths were the usual 8 feet. There was an
attic, too, but I did not go up there. Mrs. Cecil had left a lot of
antique furniture that she had no room for in her new home. Mom
loved these but had not yet decided where she would put them - and
she might be selling some of them. Then we went outside to see the
barn and other outbuildings. The nearest building was about the
size of a standard poultry house, about 22x26 ft. It was fully
enclosed with a big lock on the doors. Then there were four
sheds, about 26 ft. deep, with open fronts. The total width of
the four was about 100 ft. They were empty. The machinery that had
at one time been stored in them was long gone. And then we were at
the barn - the biggest barn I had ever seen. We went inside. It had
milking stalls for 100 cows and four birthing pens. And of course an
enclosed milkhouse over in one corner. I climbed the ladder to look
into the haymow. It was huge and reminded me of an airplane hanger.
It was empty. (If you had no cows you needed no hay) I climbed down
and went over to look into the milkhouse. Then we walked towards the
house. We looked at all the beautiful shrubbery and flowers that
Mrs. Cecil had planted. My Dad, a born gardener, really liked
We walked towards the front of the house. Dad wanted to see my new
Buick. He liked it. He asked "What happened to your Hudson?" I
replied "I'll tell you the whole sordid story when we get back into
the house. How many miles do you have on your Olds?" He said "It's
just about to go over 20,000 miles." (And that was in just over a
year while on one vacation around the United States) We went inside
the house and sat down in the living room. I said "Now that you are
sitting down, I will tell you about the demise of the Hudson. I do
not know where you were on the 2nd Sunday in April, but you came
within a gnats whisker of losing your youngest son."
Semper Fi. The old, real old, real, real old (85) Master Gunny.
Harold T. Freas Sr.
Whitehall, N.Y. – Joseph J."Coach" Marcino, Jr., 91, of Whitehall,
died Monday, October 20, 2014 at Glens Falls Hospital surrounded by
his loving family by his side following a brief illness.
He was born on May 25, 1923 in Whitehall, N.Y. the son of Joseph and
Angela (Bagnacelli) Marcino. Joseph was a member of the American
Legion Post #83 of Whitehall. He was also a member of Our Lady of
Hope Roman Catholic Church of Whitehall. Joseph was a graduate of
Whitehall High School. He then enlisted into the United States
Marines Corps serving in WW II, achieving the rank of Sergeant. While
serving with Company A, Fifth Tank Battalion, Fifth Marine Division
on Volcano Islands on Iwo Jima on March 18, 1945, his tank became
disabled forward of the enemy lines. Under heavy enemy fire, he and
his crew dismounted the tank and made repairs enabling them to
continue forward on their mission. For his devotion and courage, he
was awarded the Bronze Star.
In response to Sgt O:
In 2012 I was at a reunion of 1/9 in San Diego and we attended a
graduation while there, and there were a few recruits that were
graduating as not only E-2 but some E-3's.
GySgt Larry Schafer, 214xxxx
MCRDSD, platoon 361, Aug '65
Co B, 2ndAmTracBn, Camp Lejeune Jan66-Sep66
A, Co, 1/9 Oct66-Feb67 RVN
CAP-P, Feb67-Oct67 RVN
I&I, Pasadena, Calif., Nov67-Aug69
We all know the tradition of who gets the first and second piece of
our birthday cake. I have a great idea on who should get the third
piece of cake, etc. Any Marine who was born on November 10th.
starting with the oldest.
Once And Always... Semper Fi!
P.S. By the way I was born on November 10, 1941 :)
Grimes, get your Dod-gamned, hucking fands out of your pockets! Give me ALL of the squat thrusts in the known universe Grimes!
To "Gy Mac" about the poser: do what I did with one, retire then slap
him upside the head and call him a loser. To those arguing about rank
leaving boot: Anthony "Squid" Bovenvize left MCRDPICS in 1969 as an
E-4, former Navy Corpsman.
Gunny McMahon, the lyrics 'Admiration of the Nation' were replaced
with 'First to Fight for Right and Freedom' around 1929/1930.
GySgt. P. Santiago
My suggestion to GySgt Mac. Gunny, don't waste your time and effort.
However, if you insist on confronting the poser, then do it calmly
and deliberately. And do it without getting physical or loud. I'll
bet most of the other employees are well aware that he's lying. I'll
also bet that they have little or no respect for the poser. I admire
you for wanting to defend our Marine Corps and all Marines against
posers whose lies make us all cringe. But he just isn't worth it,
now or ever. Semper Fi - Devil Dog - Good Luck.
A Former "Hat"
GySgt, USMC, (Ret)
Here's a 55-year old quickie:
Drill on the P I grinder in 100-degree heat, our Senior D I gave us
an at-ease break for the canteen and salt pills.
At the same time he dropped his trousers to square away and tuck in
his shirt. Much to the whole platoon's surprise we saw that his
bright and white skivvies were decorated with red hearts. (And we
realized that this "monster" had a life off the drill field and was
human after all!)
Thanks, for best coffee cup in universe,oohra!
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"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims
may be the most oppressive."
"Freedom is not free, but the U.S. Marine Corps will pay most of your
"[T]he crisis is arrived when we must assert our rights, or submit to
every imposition, that can be heaped upon us, till custom and use
shall make us as tame and abject slaves."
--George Washington (1774)
"A Marine is a Marine. I set that policy two weeks ago - there's no
such thing as a former Marine. You're a Marine, just in a different
uniform and you're in a different phase of your life. But you'll
always be a Marine because you went to Parris Island, San Diego or
the hills of Quantico. There's no such thing as a former Marine."
--General James F. Amos, 35th Commandant of the Marine Corps
"Life without liberty is like a body without spirit."
"An honest man can feel no pleasure in the exercise of power over his
--Thomas Jefferson, 1813
"What is the difference between a fairy tale and a sea story? One
starts out once upon a time and the other starts out hey man this is
"I'm so short I'm sleeping in a match box using a rifle patch for a
"Bends and mothers until you change the rotation of the earth!"
Fair winds and following seas.