While visiting a friends grave at the Wenonah, New Jersey cemetery
recently, I happened upon this most amazing life size memorial
statue on the grave of a long forgotten Marine of WWI. 1st. Lt.
George B. Batten. Born in 1898, died 1926. He was a young man when
he died. Was his death caused by his war experiences? Gassing or
other wounds? Did he fight at Belleau Wood or The Somme? However or
whatever the circumstances, his likeness on this memorial shows his
pride in the Corps. He got my salute and will again next time I
visit New Jersey. All of you South Jersey Marines, please visit Lt.
Batten on the birthday, give him a proper salute, and lay a flower
on his grave.
Cpl., '60 to '64
Like An Accordion
I recall a football game while I was in boot camp from 29 Sept. to
22 Dec in 1958. As I recall, it was between the Camp Lejeune Marines
and San Diego University. I don't recall who won the game but the
stadium was filled with recruits that had been there four weeks or
longer. We had marched in as well as many other platoons. Then here
came the white hats bobbing all over the place. When the command to
stop came it was like an accordion. They all seemed to run together.
That was the highlight of the game. We wore ponchos that night but
it didn't rain. I am sure this was the same game that Wayne Mailhiot
1980xxx attended. I was in platoon 196, 1837xxx. After graduation on
Dec. 22, 1958 we left for leave then I returned to Camp Pendleton
for ITR. I was stationed at 29 palms for 2 and 1/2 years until I was
Sgt Grit I read your newsletters every week and really enjoy them. I
have yet to see anyone on here that I served with. I wish everyone
that sends you a letter would post there name and time of service
and where. I often wonder when I read some of the stories if maybe I
had served with them.
Cpl. Jerry Allen
1st Force Service Regiment, 29 Palms Calif.
Only New Hampshire
Good Morn' Sgt.
Regarding The United States Marine Corps Birthday, as far as I know,
New Hampshire is the only State that on that specific day, is the
only state that will raise and fly The Marine Corps Colors for the
entire day at the capital building in Concord New Hampshire. Could
it be because one of the Marines that raised the United States Flag
on Iwo Jima during WWII? His name was Rene Gagnon.
Happy Birthday to All Past, Present, & Future Marines!
1959 - 1965
Marine Football Program
I bought this program at an antique store a few months ago. It is a
very professionally done 88 page program. In addition to rosters of
both teams it also includes photos of the players, coaches, base
commanders as well as the Commandant and others. This looks like it
is from the hayday of Marine football. If anyone wants more
information let me know.
In early April 1952, Plt. 221 had just come back from the rifle
range at Camp Mathews to MCRD San Diego and was marching across the
grinder toward evening chow when we heard a male voice call out our
Senior Drill Instructor's rank and last name. We were immediately
halted and given the left face command which put me in the front
rank so I could see and hear what was going on on front of me. The
male voice belonged to a Navy Captain and he had a blond woman on
his arm. After exchanging salutes the Captain asked our D.I. if he
could see Pvt. Brown for just a minute and that he would double time
him to our next destination after that. Our D.I. complied by having
Pvt. Brown fall out and informed the Captain that we were headed to
the mess hall. Pvt. Brown arrived at the mess hall very soon after
Pvt. Brown had the rack just above mine and later in the evening
some of our fellow recruits came over to our area of the Quonset to
ask for a little information as to what was going on. Private Brown
explained that the Captain was his father and the blond woman was
his wife and that they hadn't been married very long. He also said
that her name was Marion and that she had been an actress. One of
the older men in the room was a real film buff and said he thought
he knew who she was and said her last name and Pvt. Brown said that
he was correct. A few of the guys in the room recognized the name
but most of us didn't but were filled in later by the others.
In May my parents came down from Los Angeles for my graduation and
there was other parents and relatives in attendance including
Captain Brown and Marion and some introductions were made. When
Pvt. Brown and I introduced our parents to each other my Father
seemed a bit awe struck because he recognized Marion immediately.
My Mother confessed to me later that she didn't have a clue but had
heard the name before. After that we all said our goodbye's and I
never saw Pvt. Brown again. "Marion" was Marion Davies of Hearst
Castle fame and the former paramour of William Randolph Hearst.
I left USMC active duty in 1955 and used my G.I.Bill to attend
college. Five years later I began my high school teaching career in
Southern California, raised a family and lived never more than a
five hour drive from Hearst Castle. Over the years I have driven
north up HWY 1 several times going past the castle and twice I
stopped and took two different tours. Every time I go by the castle
I think of Pvt. Brown and wonder what happened to him and what kind
of a life did he have.
Sgt. of Marines 1952-55
B.S. Detector Ain't Broke
A question for One & all... A 60 something guy works with my 32 year
old son. Inventory auditors in major department stores. He tells
folks he is or was a Marine. MOS is 7000 something; Aircraft Fire /
Rescue. I asked why are you doing this work rather than aircraft
career? "I got tired of seeing crispy bodies."
Yes, he served in Vietnam. Two tours I think he said. "Where did you
serve in country" I asked. "I was in L.Z.'s" In Vietnam he enjoyed
killing the enemy. It was almost as much as fun as beating up
another recruit & a Warrant Officer 3 or 4 days before Graduation.
Those fights are what kept him from making E3 out of Parris Island
boot camp in 1969.
Is their ANY TRUTH in this story? Seriously, what is MOS # for
Aircraft Fire / Rescue? No my B.S detector ain't broke; I only
question number designator for Aircraft Fire / Rescue. Is there a
listing somewhere of MOS's?
1st Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment
Members of the 1st Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine
Division walk along Highway 1 to make a sweep of a rice paddy in
(Photo courtesy of the Marine Corps/National Archives)
I did my time on Recruiting duty for the Marines in my home state of
Oklahoma. I recruited a young Man from the Arapaho Tribe and spent a
lot of time with him at family Pow Wows, and medicine dances. When
it was time for him to get ready to go to boot camp I was calling
around the reservation Looking for him and got his brother on the
Phone. He said, "Ahhh-Ho, so you are looking for little John, My
little Brother." I said "I think so, I did not know he had a
Brother." He laughed and said "You don't remember me?" I am Allen
Redbird, I am John Redbirds older brother." You and I went to Boot
Camp together in 1973. I had recruited the little brother of one my
Own Boot Camp Platoon and didn't even know it until just before he
went to Boot Camp.
When John came back from boot camp, they had a Honors Dance for
him, and when I was out gourd dancing with the Men, Mother Redbird
came out and placed a Blanket over my shoulders, and gave me a
Dancing Gourd Rattle. She then said this one is a Redbird. Adopting
me into the Redbird Clan of The Cheyenne and Arapaho of Oklahoma.
This was one of the True Highlights of my time in the Marines.
Having grown up in Oklahoma I always had a great feeling for Our
Native American tribes. It was a VERY special Moment for me.
Me with the Marine Corps Colors, Indian Hills Pow Wow Grand entire.
Thomas G Hill
GySgt, USMC (Ret)
Rebuilding America One Marine At A Time
This image was posted on the Sgt Grit Facebook page last week. It
displays the text "Rebuilding America One Marine At A Time" at the
top. The first picture shows some teenagers with their trousers
hanging low and their boxers showing. The text below that picture
reads "What We Are Given...". Then next picture shows a Drill
Instructor having a caring conversation with an uncovered recruit at
MCRD San Diego. The text below this picture reads "How we train...".
The final picture shows a graduating Marine PFC that is the Company
Honorman, next to his recruiter, and Senior Drill Instructor. The
text below this picture reads "What We Produce... Marines!"
Here are a few comments made about this post:
M. Minor - Meanwhile, in Army boot camp...
R.M. Muro - Nothing comes easy. We're a breed of service, not a
branch of service.
P. Eisman - I feel every person in America who is medically able,
should spend 3 years in the military. They may pick the branch of
service they want to join. The United States and our young adults
would be in much better condition, than they are now. Israel does
this in their country.
M. Minor - Can't leave out the Air Force.
T. Gerard - Your life changes when you step on those little yellow
M. Godoy - Hey now we cannot forgot the army! They're army strong or
be all that you can be or is it go army... oh hell f-ck it who
United States Marine Corps Veteran here and Semper Fidelis
D. Spencer - Please. Build faster. We are falling apart!
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Celebration Of Life
This was on the table at a Celebration of life for a Marine from the
49th Marines of Mission, British Columbia. Home of the 49th Marines.
All those that live above the 49th Parallel, in Canada. Of course, this would include every Navy Corpsman that served with the Marines... our DOC's.
Chicago Marine Birthday
Does any of your readership know of a good place to hang with
Marines in the Chicagoland area on the birthday? I used to go to a
place only a few miles away from me in Chicago called "Jarheads",
owned by a 'Nam vet everyone called "Sarge". Well, apparently,
Sarge retired (or something), and the bar passed into the hands of a
different Marine, a young guy (I think he's fresh from the
Iraq/Afghan wars), but this young Marine is managing to successfully
turn this Marine hangout into a Mexican cowboy bar to more appeal to
the local prevailing demographic.
Served peacetime from 1992-1996, then came back in 2002 for another
year until I hit service limits. I'm 0311/8152/2111 (and maybe a
I keep reading of all these places Marines hang out at for birthday
celebrations in your newsletter, and was hoping that maybe another
Chicagoland Marine could hook me up with a place where a lot of
other Marines can hang on the birthday.
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This image was posted on the Sgt Grit Facebook page this week. The
image shows a Marine Corps recruit receiving snail mail from his
Senior Drill Instructor. The text on the image reads "Mail Call...
In today's tech savvy world... Nothing carries the power of a
handwritten letter a Marine recruit receives in boot camp... The
Here are some of the comments made about this post:
K. LaVallee - My dad is a former Marine and while my husband was in
boot camp he sent a letter that on the back of the envelope he
highlighted, "Have you hugged your drill instructor today?"... My
dad knew what he was doing.
Sgt Grit - No former Marines Kayla... Once... Always... Semper Fi.
K. LaVallee - I agree Sgt Grit! I was just raised that you refer to
a Marine that is no longer active duty as a former Marine because an
"Ex Marine" is the worst, most politically incorrect term you could
use! But every Marine should be addressed as such, Marine! I
N. Culver - My pops, also a Marine, sent me mail and addressed it to
me with my rank as SgtMaj. That went over well... memories. LOL.
R.E. Lee - I still have my letters from 1972.
J. Daun - Getting mail was the BEST! Unless you got too much and
then you were a "target"... Semper Fi!
J. Roth - Mail call... no sh-t. Best part of the day, even if you
had to suffer to get it.
Z. Maloney - Unless it was from Mary, regarding Jody!
D. Wentworth - (claps hands) Mail Recieved Aye Sir!
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From the DISBUSRING CHIEF
(VOL #10, #2)
I returned to the hotel, got out of the hot Dress Blues and put on
a pair of swim trunks to go out to the pool. I swam around for a
while and went in to change into something I could wear into the
dining room. I went down for something light; had a great turkey
club sandwich and an iced tea. I returned to my room, showered
and turned in for the night. I planned to leave for home when I
arose in the morning. I slept like a log until 0500. I took another
shower, got dressed and checked out before 0600. I was on my
way home - 600 miles away. I drove a little faster than I did on
my way west to Richmond. I planned to make it home by 1800.
My first stop, for breakfast, was at the same place Mary and I
had stopped the previous Thursday morning. It was quite good.
I was back on the road. After I passed Columbus I pulled into a
gas station to fill the tank. This would get me to the Midway on
the Pennsylvania Turnpike. I don't think the car came to a
complete stop until I reached that point. It was just after 1300
when I pulled into the Midway. I filled the tank, checked
everything else and went into the restaurant for my last meal before
I would be home. I started out on the final leg of this trip just
before 1400. I had just four hours to cover about 225 miles. I was
I arrived at Mary's house - where I had been staying while my Mom
& Dad were on their extended vacation around the United States -
at 1755 - just 5 minutes ahead of schedule. The 'B's were happy to
see me. They had just finished dinner and asked if I was hungry. I
was really starving but said "No, I'll pass this time." They wanted
to hear all about my trip - and Mary's entrance into Earlham. I
told them everything; where we stopped Wednesday evening; about
Mary turning the check in at the Admissions Office; and where we
stayed Thursday and Friday night. I told them about taking Mary
to The Hollyhock Hill restaurant in Indianapolis. Mrs.'B' said
"That must be a very special place to drive 75 miles each way for
dinner." Mr. 'B' said "They must serve some d-mned good food. I
would never drive that far to eat. I'd starve to death first."
When I told them about my Sunday surprise for Mary they thought that
was great. Mr. 'B' said "If we had taken her to the college we
would have left on Friday, dumped her off on Saturday and returned
home on Sunday." Mrs.'B' said "There you go again - saying stupid
things. You know quite well that it would not have been that way."
He started laughing his head off again. Then he said "Well Harold,
I have some good news for you. Do you by any chance remember
picking up the newspaper when we were leaving for the beach?" I said
"Yes." He asked "Did you by any chance read any of it?" I said
"I glanced at the front page." He asked "Do you remember any of
what you read?" I thought about this for a moment and said "Yes,
I vaguely remember it said something about The Hemlocks being
sold." He said "That's it! One of the girls in my firm had written
a contract on that property. And while we were in O.C. it was
finalized. The sellers then bought a home in Moorestown - through
our firm - and moved into their new home while we were still in O.C.
I am sure you are wondering what this all means to you. Well, I'll
tell you. It was an all cash transaction and it was your parents
that purchased 'The Hemlocks'. They moved in while you were on your
trip to Richmond. What do you think of that?" I was speechless.
There had been much in the press about that property during the
process to build the New Jersey Turnpike - which had cut straight
thru that property - cutting it into 2 separate parcels.
Semper Fi... The old, real old, real, real old (85) Master Gunny.
Harold T. Freas, Sr.
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YOU Will like this
I was stationed at MAB Iwakuni Japan '65 and I remember one main
gate the other gate was chained and locked. This gate was close to
the quonset hut that was my home for a short time we then moved to
brand new barracks. The mess hall was run by Marines with the help
of Japanese civilians. It was great to read about someone who was
there, but at a different time. Iwakuni brings back fond memories
that are not forgotten.
Thanks Sgt (ski) Nowicki!
"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its
--Attributed to Albert Einstein
"Such is the irresistible nature of truth that all it asks, and all
it wants, is the liberty of appearing."
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the
strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them
better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives
valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there
is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually
strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great
devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best
knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the
worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his
place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither
know victory nor defeat."
"The battle of Iwo Island has been won. The United States Marines by
their individual and collective courage have conquered a base which
is as necessary to us in our continuing forward movement toward
final victory as it was vital to the enemy in staving off ultimate
defeat. By their victory, the 3rd, 4th and 5th Marine Divisions and
other units of the Fifth Amphibious Corps have made an accounting to
their country which only history will be able to value fully. Among
the Americans who served on Iwo Island, uncommon valor was a common
--Admiral Chester W. Nimitz
"No compact among men... can be pronounced everlasting and
inviolable, and if I may so express myself, that no wall of words,
that no mound of parchment can be so formed as to stand against the
sweeping torrent of boundless ambition on the one side, aided by the
sapping current of corrupted morals on the other."
--George Washington, draft of first Inaugural Address, 1789
"Who is that tapping on my door? I can't hear you t-rd!"
"Assume the dead bug position." "Ready fall." "Get down & get up."
"Get your little red books out & put it up to your face!"
God Bless the American Dream!