What a wonderful 239th Marine Corps birthday event:
This morning I met and conversed with an ultimate WWII Marine
Corps Pacific War veteran, Navajo Code Talker SAMUEL HOLIDAY!
This Marine was at the American Legion Post in Wickenburg, AZ,
promoting his book, "Under The Eagle". My wife Shirley and I spoke
for some time with 90 year old Samuel and his daughter, Lupita.
Lord, he seemed to be wearing as many ribbons as Col. Puller!
I have to admit it folks, meeting and talking with this combat vet
of, among other places, Kwajalein, Saipan, Tinian and Iwo Jima was
a truly heart-grabbing experience!
Cpl. Carl Johnoff, 1956-present.
Another Glorious Day In The Corps
Sir! We wish to thank the Drill Instructors for another glorious
day in the Marine Corps where every day is a holiday, every meal
is a feast, and every paycheck is a fortune!
The Duke, Chu Lai 1966
The Duke in country blowing the froth off a couple with the
Troops. Bringing a whole new meaning to "The Few".
Improvised Detector Dog
So Allie was an IDD dog which is an "improvised explosive detector
dog" she did 4 combat deployments with Marine units. I was her
handler from January 2011 to October 2011. We were deployed to
Sangin, Afghanistan from late march 2011 to October 19th 2011 with
1st Platoon, Alpha Company, 1st Battalion, 5th Marines. She
recently was retired from active duty where I was contacted and
adopted her from the IDD program where I had to pick her up in
Jackson Springs, North Carolina. Now she's just relaxing and
living a dog's life.
Sgt Jason Pacheco
Sgt Pacheco was shot by a sniper and ended up losing his leg, so
he got a new one... and then, he signed up for his second tour in
This is what we call Out-friggin'-standing!
Marine Corps Tie Knot
My tie knot.
Sgt Denny Krause
Vietnam 65 and Paris Embassy
I Didn't Realize
I left college on a leave of absence in January, 1971. While
waiting the four months before leaving for Parris Island, I was an
orderly in the men's wing of a rehab hospital. One of my patients
was an elderly man who was recovering from a knee replacement. In
passing, I found out the he had been a Marine machine gunner in
WWI. If only I knew then what I know now I would have taken more
time to reminisce with him. I didn't realize that I was caring for
one of the heroes from our illustrious past.
Montford Point U.S. Marines
They were the first African Americans to serve as U.S. Marines.
There are over 40 chapters nationwide. We are starting a chapter
he in Greenville, Mississippi. Montford Point Marines are a
non-profit organization dedicated to uplifting Veterans of all
branches and supporting the communities in which we live.
To join you must have received an honorable discharge from any
branch of the Armed Services. To find out more, call former Lance
Corporal Ralph Jones at: (662) 822-2546. View the national website
We will start a Montford Point Marines Women's Auxillery. We don't
need all of your time, just what you can contribute.
Marine Fishing Joke
The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the
pub just outside the Navy Base. A ragged old Marine Gunnery Sgt.
was standing near the edge with a fishing rod, his line in the
puddle. A curious young Navy fighter pilot came over to him and
asked what he was doing.
"Fishing," the old guy simply said.
"Poor old fool," the Navy officer thought and he invited the
ragged old Marine into the pub for a drink. As he felt he should
start some conversation while they were sipping their whisky, the
smart-ass fighter pilot asked, "And how many have you caught?"
"You're the eighth," the old Marine Gunny answered.
Sgt John Wear
Veteran Suicide Prevention Challenge
Tony Hogrefe, great job in this vid!
View this at Veteran Suicide Prevention Challenge.
Memories of my time in service.
Cpl D.E. Peterson
The Lejeune (luh-jern) family would like respect & honor returned
to the General's great name. Herein for your review is the gouge,
substantiating that we have a generation who have been, sadly,
off target... it is remedial action time as well as time to honor
and respect one outstanding leatherneck... please pass the
word... the Lejeune (luh-jern) family would love it.
This Is A Monumental Day
For me, this is a monumental day. Today, I'm celebrating my 50th
Marine Corps Birthday. To many, I'm a boot and 50 birthdays falls
short of what many of my Marine brothers have celebrated. Unless
you have been there, it's impossible to explain life as Marine. I
think the easiest way to explain it is to say that: Every
formation is a family get-together, every meal is a banquet, and
every night is a Saturday night.
I've been retired from the "Corps" longer than I was on active
duty, but I continue to long for those foot-loose, fancy-free days
when my only responsibility was to my fellow Marines, God, "Corps"
and country (not necessarily in that order). Life seemed so much
easier then. I had much less money in my pocket then than I do
now, but OH - the good times. I've had the pleasure of traveling
to 38 different countries as an Infantry Marine, on many different
missions, usually training. Then there are the cities - from
Subic Bay, Olongopo (sic) around the world to Venice and Rome,
Italy, Athens, Greece, Hong Kong and many more in between, crossed
the equator twice.
Needless to say, the incredible, disciplined, courageous, Marines
I've had the professional pleasure to serve with are much too
numerous to list here. Your newsletter just isn't big enough to
list them all. Suffice it to write that I've served with Medal of
Honor recipients, as well as some of lesser renown, but all were
Marines (title earned not given) dedicated to the values we hold
Least I not forget that there were some bad times too. I saw
Marines die in far away lands. My hurt continues to go out to the
families who lost their Marine in combat because of Marines'
dedication to God, "Corps" and country. I don't see that changing
any time soon. I don't remember all their names, but I vividly
remember the agony we all experienced because of the loss of a
Marine brother. There is no drug of any type that can assuage the
grief of those tough times.
No, I'm not crying in my beer. I'm thankful to have lived the
life I have lived.
Now, to my reason for writing - I wish to all my fellow Marines a
very, very Happy Birthday. I'm honored to hold the title Marine.
I'm honored to be a small part of the Marine brotherhood. All
will die someday, but we will die MARINES, now and forever.
A former "Hat"
GySgt, USMC, (Ret)
A Game Of Hide-And-Seek
This photo was posted on the Sgt Grit Facebook page this past
week. It displays a Marine holding a combat shotgun while looking
around a corner. The text on the photo reads "When is a game of
hide-and-seek not fair? When you choose to play the game with a
U.S. Marine! Semper Fi!"
Here are some of the responses left by fans of our Facebook page:
Mark Hayes - use the mark19 to find their dumb azses.
Howard Andrews - Ali Ali in free!
Raul-Maria Garza - Lock and load!
David Miller Lesley - Oh hell ya... Blackhearts love playing this
Rock Hornbuckle - I still prefer the original WWI "trench gun"
used by the Marines in France. The model 97 Winchester. We used
the M870 in Vietnam.
Aaron Baltosser - Tag, you're it!
View more of the comment that were left about this post on the Sgt
Grit Facebook Page.
In reference to the letter from Sgt R.Nowicki, I arrived at USMC
air station Edenton, NC during October 1957. I had just completed
ATA school Memphis, TN, Naval air station and was assigned to VMA
211. We were just recieving the A4 Skyhawks as were VMA 225 the
other group stationed at Edenton. It was great duty at the time
but then during 1958 the base was going to close and the 2
squadrons were sent to EL Toro. I was transferred to H&MS14 and
went to Cherry Point after the base was closed in late '58. I got
out in '59 when the Marines were doing a severe cut back. I passed
thru Edenton about 5 years ago and it is now a beautiful small
town very different from when I would go on liberty there. The air
station is now a small county airport.
Bob Sullivan (Sully)
Platoon 428, 1952
I am the proud 59 year wife of a retired USMC Mustang Major. 3
years ago he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease and his short
term memory is almost totally gone. However, we were fortunate
enough to attend MCRD Graduation 2 weeks ago. He was a particpant
there 62 years ago (Platoon 428, 1952, San Diego) and it brought
back so many memories for him. His Drill Instructors were Sgt. R.
M. Latham and Sgt. J. C. McCormack. He has a photo of the platoon
but does not have the book. If there is anyone out there who has
a copy they would sell, I would pay any price for it as it would
be the very best gift for him under the tree. It would bring back
so many memories for him as he is so proud to be a Marine, and I
know those memories will stay with him long after others are
My husband, Ron, served in Viet Nam at An Hoa in '69-'70 & would
love to hear from his fellow Marines who served there with him in
the 5th Marines. He does not read the newsletter much anymore,
but I read it faithfully and call his attention to various items.
Thanks again for all you do and God bless you and Yours.
Check out the link below from the MCM skydive we did in D.C. two
weeks ago. Cpl Carpenter (Medal of Honor) is a super
representative of our Country and Corps...
We got to see D.C. from a perspective few others will ever see...
Sadly, the clip editor can't spell "Corps".
P.S. Always enjoy your newsletters...
View the video at Team Fastrax opens the Marine Corp Marathon 2014
Duck And Deer Hunting In Korea
I went to Korea ending up at 1st Combat Service Group, we
furnished weapons to the lines and once had to ready (60) .50
caliber machine guns and (50) .30 caliber machine guns to the
lines. Weapons put in storage at that time were covered with
Cosmoline (a tar like substance) and had to be soaked in solvent
to get the cosmoline off (we didn't have any solvent so we used
gasoline.) Many of the weapons were from WWII, (having been stored
since then and had to be repaired as well), they were soaked in
Gasoline. We wore rubber aprons but still were soaked with
gasoline from head to toe.
We worked for over 24 hours to get the weapons to the lines for
the latest battles with Communist Forces of North Korea. There
were other times we worked day and night to supply weapons and
what ever was needed, sometimes we had to help supply to get
weapons or other supplies ready to ship by truck or plane. Thirty
days before I was to return home, I was sent to a Fire Station in
Masan where we drove Six-By trucks converted to Fire Trucks that
held about a thousand gallons of water.
We were sent to the docks when wood stored by Koreans for Winter
somehow had started burning. I took one truck and pushed piles of
the burning wood into the water. Koreans went out in boats trying
to save as much wood as they could. We even fought fires at Korean
Houses where Kim Chee was buried to ferment. There was an old
saying in the Marine Corps that went; "Screwed up like a Chinese
Fire Drill." I found the background for that saying. There were no
fire hydrants in the streets of cities, but there were manhole
covers over water. Going to a fire the Korean Fire Truck would
come to one of these man hole covers, a Korean Fireman would jump
off the back of the fire truck with a mat to cushion his fall, he
carried a hose from the truck and would open a man hole, dropping
the hose into the water so it could be sucked out to fight the
fire. Our fire fighting methods were so advanced to the Koreans at
There were Korean displaced people that lived as best they could
in cardboard box homes. They did whatever and wherever they could
to survive the terribly cold winters. Special Services told us we
could go hunting. We could hunt the Korean Deer (which were about
the size of German sheppard dogs) or we could go duck hunting. We
tried the deer hunting and got two deer which were cleaned for us
by some Korean farmers (of course we gave them lots of the meat).
One of our cooks cooked the meat for our unit.
Then we went duck hunting. The ducks had never been hunted and
were in large flocks, you would shoot, flocks of ducks would fly
off and you could see where they went. We would drive to that
area, fire a shotgun, when they flew up again, we would fire into
the flock, then load the dead ducks into the back of a Six-By. We
gave away many of the ducks to Koreans on the streets going back
to camp. On these hunting expeditions we had to have at least
three men armed with M1 Garands in case we were attacked by North
Korean Gorilla's which were everywhere, but didn't attack a Marine
My thirteen months in Korea came to an end. We were loaded on a
ship and came home.
GySgt. F. L. Rousseau, USMC Retired
From The DISBURSING CHIEF
Vol #11, #3
We talked and talked and talked until my Mom asked "What can I fix
you for lunch?" (My Mom was always wanting to fix me something to
eat. She must have thought that I was always hungry. And maybe I
was.) I said "Why don't you let me take you two out for lunch?" (I
knew this wouldn't work... she never wanted me to spend any money
on them.) She went out into the kitchen to fix lunch. I said "I
had told the B's I would see them later in the day, but I do not
want to interfere with any of their meals. Lets leave here shortly
after 2:00. How does that sound?" They said "That's okay." We left
at about 2:15.
Dad said "Take my car. It hasn't moved since last Friday and
it's a 4-door." I told him "I wish to H-ll mine was. I hate 2-door
cars. I just didn't have much of a choice when I bought mine." I
told Dad "Take Rt. 38 to Pine St, go left to Branch Ave., then
go left again. The B's live just a few doors down on the right."
We were there by 2:30. Only Mrs.'B' was home. She called Mr.
'B' and he said he would be there within the hour. As soon as
we got to the B's house everyone recognized each other and were
certain they had met at my high school graduation. That had to be
right as I was unable to attend Mary's graduation in 1948 because
I was still in school at Camp Lejeune. Mr.'B' was home before
3:30. He recognized my Mom and Dad instantly. The conversation
quickly turned to their kids and the fact that we had been
thinking of getting married. (I don't think I had told my parents
of this revelation.) And it wasn't too long before Mrs.'B' blurted
out "It is really beautiful how they sleep together with their
arms all wrapped around each other." I could have crawled under a
rock when she said that. My Mom looked at me. I knew that
'sleeping together' meant something else to her. She said nothing
but I know she did not like what she had just heard. Mrs.'B' knew
that we had chosen to live a Platonic lifestyle and I doubt that
my Mom had ever heard the word 'Platonic'. Mrs.'B' soon realized
that she had said something she should not have. She explained
that she meant when we 'napped' together on the living room sofa.
That cleared the air as best as it could under the circumstances.
The B's knew, of course, that we had slept together in Mary's bed
upstairs, her Aunt Jen's bed in N.Y.C., in their own bed in Ocean
City and at motels and hotels when I took Mary to college, but
they had not seen us at those times. It was best that these not
be brought up at this time or my mother would have gone into
orbit. The B's asked us to stay and have dinner with them. My
mother said "We appreciate the invitation but we have plans for
dinner." I was not aware of any plans but kept quiet. When we were
back in the car I asked Mom "What plans did we make?" She replied
"We are eating at home. I wanted to get out of there as politely
as possible." I did not wish to join them myself and I guess we
managed to get out of there as easily as possible. We were back
home by about 1700 and Mom went straight to the kitchen to prepare
dinner. She did not say a word about Mary and I 'sleeping
Semper Fi. The old, real old, real, real old (85) Master Gunny.
Harold T. Freas, Sr.
Lost And Found
If anyone was in Plt. 352 at Parris Island from July to Oct. in
1962, I would like to hear from you. This also includes our Drill
Instructors. E-mail me firstname.lastname@example.org.
Thanks Cpl. Art Girvin
USMC Semper Fi
The submission in this week's newsletter from Karen Balske brought back a lot of memories. I had the privilege of serving under Capt. Balske when he was CO of Alpha Battery, 2nd LAAM Bn. atthe Stumps. I was his admin. chief from October of 1968 until December of 1969. I recall a proud and dedicated Marine.
Sgt. '67 to '71
In response to the story about DI SSgt Blankenship, I recall serving in Viet Nam '66-'67 with a Sgt Blankenship. I was assigned to 1st Marine Regt, S-2 and I believe he was with S-3. I don't know if they are the same person. It might be a "small world".
J Kanavy, Cpl
I really enjoyed the video, "Welcome Home" in your newsletter of November 12th. I'm glad our Military men and women of all the services are welcomed home in this beautiful manner. I hope it never changes. Sure beats the heck out of the way we were received coming back from 'Nam. Semper Fi to all my brothers and sisters.
GySgt J.J. Hinojosa, U.S. Marine Corps (Retired)
Pain is just fear leaving the body.
"If the Marine Corps wanted you to have a wife, they would have
issued you one."
Thank goodness they don't. Like everything else issued in boot
camp, you'd have to have it altered eventually.
John H. Hardin
I would like to wish the Marines past and present a Happy Birthday. It was an Honor to serve with the best.
Joe "Doc" Garcia
India Co 3/9 Viet Nam '65-'66
Go have a slice (or two) of birthday cake and (if you are a good litle Marine) maybe a small drink to wash it down. Celebrate as you have earned it!
Gary L. COON
MSgt USMC (Ret)
0902, 10 Nov 14
"Marines know how to use their bayonets. Army bayonets may as well
--Navy Times; November 1994
"The difference between genius and stupidity is genius has its
"Why in hell can't the Army do it if the Marines can. They are the
same kind of men; why can't they be like Marines."
--Gen. John J. "Black Jack" Pershing, USA; 12 February 1918
"The United States Marine Corps, with its fiercely proud tradition
of excellence in combat, its hallowed rituals, and its unbending
code of honor, is part of the fabric of American myth."
--Thomas E. Ricks; Making the Corps, 1997
"You best get your f-cking eyeballs off me... do you have cranial rectal inversion."
"There will only be 7 planets left after I destroy uranus!"
"You eye-f-cking me boy?"
God Bless the American Dream!