All Hail the 36th Commandant of the Marine Corps! General Joseph F.
"Fighting Joe" Dunford.
Read the Commandant's message to all Marines:
Different Versions Of Marines' Hymn
Has there ever been any type of research into how many different
versions there are to The Marines' Hymn?
A little background into my request... I returned from Okinawa to
San Diego in early June, 1957... married the love of my life in the
Base Chapel at MCRDep on 26 June 1957 and had over 56 fantastic
years with her, which ended on 25 October 2013; she is waiting for
me until I report for guard duty some day.
On 31Dec13, I changed to DISH Network, and one of the features are
70+ channels of Sirius XM satellite radio; one of which is "40s on
4", mostly songs (a lot of tear-jerkers) from the WWII era. You
haven't heard anything until you hear a jazz version of The Marine's
Hymn by Bob Crosby (Bing's brother) and his "Bob Cats". Another
band has the version in question with words, "admiration of the
Nation, we're the finest ever seen, and we glory in the title
'United States Marine'", and it goes on to the wording about the
Streets of Heaven being guarded by United States Marines.
James R. McMahon
GySgt of Marines (1949-1970)
Please Stay Within The Yellow Box
This image was posted on the Sgt Grit Facebook page last week. The
image displays an yellow outlined box in front of an escalator
containing yellow footprints and the text "Please Stay Within The
Yellow Box". The image also has the comment made by Marine and Sgt
Grit customer Tom Mahoney, "I refused to get on this escalator.
Something told me it was some sort of magical trap that would
transport me back to Parris Island. Fool me once...".
Here are a few of the comments left about this post:
B. Knight - My little brother and I used to always stray from the
spot where we were supposed to wait for rides after school. My dad,
a Marine SSgt. at the time, threatened to paint yellow footprints on
the sidewalk. When I got to Parris Island, I saw the yellow
footprints and started laughing at the memory of my dad and his
threat. Not a wise move...
V. Millen Jr. - I wonder how many they picked up in the fetal
D. Atwood - I have 2 sets on the deck in my workshop - one for The
Boy, and one for The Girl.
M. Porter - Very funny... I love Sgt. Grit. Not personally, just his
E. Needham - I would just bet that there's SOMEONE close to that
escalator watching for Marines to see their reactions!
C. Weeks - Same thing at the Smithsonian. I went and found the
B. Seastrand - Enough said! Once is more than enough.
View more of these comment on the Sgt Grit Facebook Page.
Other Ranks Are But Jobs
In 1944 when I went to Boot Camp we were informed that in the Old
Days there were Wooden Ships and Iron Men, now all they had were
Iron Ships and wooden Men. I don't remember being on any wooden
ships but some Wooden boats that took us to shore, course those
wooden boats had slabs of steel in critical places to help stop
bullets, you couldn't do any thing about the Mortar shells raining
down or the Artillery shells exploding here and there. Life is
hazardous in war in all kinds of places, ship or shore.
My DI had survived Guadalcanal and Tarawa and I met him later on
Okinawa. He was on the ship I was on going ashore on our last Great
Battle of the Pacific War. Some years Later I met him again when I
had Prison Duty as they were Transferring Prisoners from Naval
Prisons to Federal Prisons closer to their homes. He was a 1st Lt.
again as he had been later in WWII. We had a short conversation
about our past and the Future, I later learned he had retired as a
Captain and was living in New Zealand with the lady he married
during the War. My biggest regret is my memory isn't what it used to
be and his name remains a Memory but his rank as GySgt. was probably
why I always held GySgt. as the most revered of all ranks in the
Marine Corps (I know some of you Punctuation Mechanic's are going to
comment on how I failed to remember MSgt & MGySgt but this story
ain't about them).
The only Rank I hold above Gunnery Sergeant is Sergeant Major of the
Marine Corps, the other ranks are but Jobs and Job Titles and I'm
sure I have rattled some bones and earned the enmity of some of my
peers, So be it.
Before WWI the Top Rank in the Marine Corps was Gunnery Sergeant.
I have a Picture of a Marine Gunnery Sergeant 1918 and the comment
on the bottom of the picture is, "The Commanding Presence and
Personal Example of such Veteran NCO's enables the 4th Marine
Brigade to Fight Effectively against the Most Lethal Adversaries the
Corps had Ever Faced." Col. John Thompson wrote about these Men and
how they led him as a Young Lieutenant through the Great War (World
War 1) and a Picture of one of them is in Google and I show it here.
(Image courtesy of the Marine Corps Art Collection)
GySgt. F. L. Rousseau, USMC Retired
Regarding the recent picture submitted by "Tee" Turner of four
friends reuniting in TX after 46 years, I am the one from CT,
wearing the tan "Chu Lai Vietnam" hat supplied by SGT Grit. Just
thought I would send along a picture of my car, with Marine Corps
pride, also supplied mostly by SGT Grit.
CPL of Marines
Get Marine Corps Auto Accessories for your POV!
My Special Creation Passed Muster
Hi Sgt Grit staff,
I thought you might smile at this:
My Marine has had to travel a lot over the years as he's pursued his
high-tech career. Expert at traveling light, his ditty bag was a
Delta Airline's promotional that he found so practical. Unzip it
like a zippered Bible and open it flat to reveal two clear plastic
zippered compartments. Kept everything neat and TSA always cleared
it. But its years of use showed in all the ripped plastic making it
So I decided at make him one without his knowledge. Had to measure
the dying bag, figure out all the pieces, make the pattern and
painstakingly determine in just what order to sew them to each
other. Found my Eagle, Globe and Anchor patch and wanted to use
that on the front, but didn't want it stitched on top (ala that
"loving hands at home" look) and thought that if I inset it the
whole bag would look more professional. HARD work! Many times
during the construction I feared I would never finish it. But true
to the encouraging poster I made and mounted above my computer, I
improvised, I adapted, and I overcame!
He'd been out of work for 7 weeks and this Monday we went out to
dinner to celebrate his brand new job which will require occasional
trips from Washington State to Charleston, SC. I presented him the
new shaving kit and when he unwrapped it and unzipped it he was
delighted! The first words were "Wow, did you find this on Grit?!"
He knows you sell really great stuff. It really raised my
self-esteem to know that my special creation passed muster enough
for him to think it was sold by you guys!
Keep up the good work!
Very Proud Wife and Mother of United States Marines!
USMC Muster Rolls - 1stLt George B. Batten
George B. Batten enlisted in the Marine Corps on September 16, 1914.
He was accepted into the service at Philadelphia, and went through
recruit training as a member of Company D, Recruit Depot, Marine
Barracks, Navy Yard, Norfolk, Virginia. After recruit training, he
served with the Marine Detachment aboard the U.S.S. New Jersey.
While aboard the New Jersey, he visited ports along the East Coast
and Carribean, including Navy Yard Boston; Hampton Roads, Virginia;
Guantanamo Bay, Cuba; Guacanayabo Bay, Cuba; Culebra, Puerto Rico;
Navy Yard, Philadelphia; Newport, Rhode Island; Provincetown,
Massachusetts; Charleston, South Carolina; and Puerto Plata,
Dominican Republic. In August 1916, Private Battan joined the 45th
Company in the Dominican Republic, serving in La Cumbre and Canada
Bonita. On November 8, 1916 George was promoted to Corporal. On June
8, 1917 the 45th Company became part of the 3rd Battallion, 5th
Marines, and were assigned to the American Expeditionary Forces
(AEF). The company sailed the Atlantic for duty in France in June,
1917. On April 5, 1918 George was sent to the Army Candidates School
in France. On July 31, he was commissioned a 2nd Lieutentant, and
assigned to Marine Corps Reserve Class 4. He then was assigned to
the 1st Corps Artillery Brigade in Hosieres, France, where he
participated in the Meuse-Argonne Offensive. On November 16, 1918,
he assumed command of 1st Platoon, 45th Company (Company "L") and
participated in the march of the allied armies towards the Rhine
River via Belgium and Luxembourg, following the evacuation of the
German Army. He then marched to Waldbreitbach, Germany. On April 7,
1919 he took the oath of office as a 1st Lietentant, with a date of
rank of August 18, 1918. He served in 20th Company (Company "K") as
part of the Army of the Occupation at Stopperich, Germany. On June
6, 1919, he returned to the 45th Company (Company "L") as a Platoon
Commander. On July 25, 1919, they embarked on the U.S.S George
Washington at Brest, France for the return trip home. The 3rd
Battalion, 5th Marines were deactivated on August 13, 1919.
(Data from USMC Muster Rolls)
After talking to a recently discharged Marine the other night, I got
to wondering how much Marine Corps history they teach in boot camp
I told him that when I was in the Marine Corps League, there was a
Marine who enlisted in the Corps in the 1920's, and that he was with
Smedley Butler and Dan Daly in Nicaragua during the Banana Wars. He
seemed to not know of what I was speaking! I'm sure there is a lot
more history of the Corps now that I've been out for nearly 55
years, and maybe those times are not as important. But it was still
the glory years of the Marine Corps. I was awed that two Wake
Island defenders were on staff when I went through ITR.
I now wish I would have talked more to the old trooper (who was
really not that old then) about what he did after December 7, 1941.
He might have only been in his early thirties at that time. I know
I felt that I had served my time when Viet Nam started, and was glad
I couldn't be drafted. But WWII was different.
James V. Merl
Sports In The Marine Corps
I am the Secretary of the Quantico Marine Athletes of the Sixties.
Our group was formed in 2000 to honor Marines with whom we played
sports at Quantico, and who subsequently were KIA in RVN.
In today's e-mail edition of The Newsletter, Sgt Grimes touts a
Cherry Hill Marines football Program. For anyone who has an
interest in Marine athletics, may I suggest they click onto
our website Jarheadjocks.com. Most of the information is about
sports at Quantico, but this ubiquitous undertaking is mostly the
handiwork of John Gunn, the legendary chronicler of Marine
Athletics. Most of John's work is now in the Museum of the Marine
Corps in Quantico, VA.
The cast of characters who played sports in the Marine Corps is
truly astounding: General officers, NFL players and coaches, Hall of
Fame College Coaches, Doctors, Olympic medalists, etc. Check it out
next time you're surfing the net.
Disbanded Black Berets
About 5 months ago I confronted a poser where I work. He really
ticked me off and when I jumped on him I had accepted the fact that
I was probably gonna loose my job. He asked me how long I was in
and I told him 23 years. Don't know if it sunk in but he still
continued to tell me he was in in 1968 and was in the Marine Corps
Black Berets. They are the toughest of all Marines because they run
20 miles everyday before breakfast. Well the guy disappeared for a
while but for the last two weeks he has been coming in daily. He
sits with a Tribal Elder who is a friend of mine and just considers
him a big story teller. The part that bothers me is that he is now
sporting a Black Cover with a Gold Marine Corps Emblem and it says
United States above and Marines below the emblem. Every night the
Elder and I say good-bye to each other and this puke tries to get me
to say good-bye to him. I have refused to even speak to him but it
is driving me friggen nuts. I truly want to just punch this dung
pile right in his pie hole but I know some one else that did just
that in a bar and is now being Sued for damages. Anyone have any
ideas? I only have 6 more working days in this place because I am
going into full retirement and I do fully intend to verbally rip him
a new azs on my way out the door but I just hate seeing him wearing
that cover and trying to get everyone else to think he is some kind
of war hero. By the way when I confronted him the last time he told
me Nam ended at the end of 68 and they disbanded the Black Berets
after that. He also told me the Black Berets had more confirmed
kills than all the other units combined in Viet Nam.
Notre Dame And Baltimore Colts
An interesting player listed in the Marine Football Program posted
by Jim Grimes is Jim Mutscheller. He graduated from Notre Dame,
served two years in the Marine Corps, and was selected for the All
Marine Team in 1952. Mutscheller played for the Baltimore Colts for
nine years, was on the All Pro Team in 1957, and played on the 1958
and 1959 NFL Championship teams.
GySgt USMCR 1971-1984
The Football Team From Quantico
While I was in college (College of the Holy Cross, Worcester, Mass,
Class of 1967) the football team from Quantico was actually on our
football team's schedule one year. I cannot remember the specific
year, but I can remember the game. The Marines from Quantico pretty
much mauled the guys on our team - but at least they had the common
sense not to run up the score too much!
About a year after graduating from college, I enlisted in the Corps
and found myself experiencing the reality that is Parris Island. It
was there that I came to understand why it is that although I had
always believed that our college football team were all pretty tough
guys who were in great shape, I had no concept of what it really
means to be either "tough" or "in great shape".
By the way, the experience of going through Parris Island AFTER
having graduated from college was "interesting" (our Drill
Instructors always seemed to take a special interest in me after
their review of my 201 File let them know I was a "college boy").
It was incredible to watch the process that the Corps had developed
over the years (and the skill sets exhibited by the individual DI's)
that transformed a diverse bunch of kids into US Marines. We had a
Recruit in our Platoon who could not read or write very well.
Another Recruit was assigned to him full-time to witness any
document that had to be signed; the one recruit would literally put
his "X" on the dotted line and the other Recruit would sign as
"Witness". We even had two Recruits who were there because some
judge gave them the choice of either going to jail, or joining the
Military. Despite all of those challenges, our DI's accomplished the
mission that the Corps assigned to them - they made Marines out of
And in case you were wondering - yes, prior to enlisting, I had
applied for a Commission in all of the Branches of the US Military
and was turned down by all of them because my eyesight was
"...beyond the waiverable limits." However, since my eyesight was
NOT bad enough to prevent me from getting Drafted, I decided to
enlist and train with the best, rather than being Drafted into one
of the "also-ran" Branches of the US Military. (P.S. About three
weeks into our AIT at Camp Geiger, I was called into the Company
Commander's Office and given the opportunity to apply for The Basic
School at Quantico. It seemed that there was a way to get a waiver
I have managed to accomplish a thing or two in my life since then.
However, very few things fill me with as much of a sense of pride
and accomplishment as does the ability to say, "Yes, I am a former
Thanks for taking the time to publish this newsletter each week, and
for the great selection of quality products you offer, and for your
Henry ("Hank") Nocella
The Marines Won 69 To 0
While stationed at Quantico, Virginia in the fall of 1951 the Marine
Corps Football Team was stationed there. Their quarterback was
famous from graduating from Notre Dame, if my memory is correct his
name was Pettibone. The Marines had the heaviest line of any team
in America as the draft was on for the Korean War they drafted top
players they were to play Fort Belvoir an Army team, the Marines
wanted a great turn out of Marines at the game in Washington DC so
you either had to go or no liberty as it was cancelled if you did
not attend the game, the Marines won the game 69 to 0.
Former Marine Sgt. Phil Street
The Sailors Marching... At Best A Joke
In the 10/1/2014 edition of the newsletter there was mention of a
football game in San Diego late in the year. The game was between
the MCRD team and the team from Pensacola, and if memory serves me
right it was sometime close to the Marine Corps birthday. I was in
Plt 275 and we had just finished rifle qual at Camp Mathews and
since we were going to be allowed to attend the game we rode cattle
cars back to MCRD. The game was held in Balboa Stadium and I believe
the team from Pensacola won. And yes the sailors marching, if that's
what you want to call it, was at best a joke.
In A Chair Going Over
I remember during the Gulf of Tonkin incident, while with the 9th
Marine Reg. our 1st Lt. (I won't give his name) but he was a prior
All American from some school in Texas. One day a Destroyer came
along side of our ship, threw a line over and soon our Lt. was in a
chair over going over to the Destroyer and on his way back to
Okinawa. It appeared some General needed him for the football team.
Oh for the good old days.
R/S Jim Logan 1831XXX
Spoke Derisively Of The Lifers
I wish to offer a reply to the recent comments by Gunny Hat, A
Like you, I graduated from boot camp (MCRD Parris Island) fifty
years ago--the month before you, in fact. Unlike you, I was a
6-month reservist. That changed less than a year later when I read
about Operation Starlight. With Marines fighting and dying in
Vietnam I was not content to remain a weekend warrior in
Springfield, Missouri. So I went to the local recruiter and enlisted
in the Regular Marine Corps. I requested that I keep the same MOS,
0311, and requested duty in Vietnam. Believe it or not, I was afraid
the war would be over before I got there! Turned out they had enough
time to send me over twice.
I'm not proud to admit it, but I was one of those guys who spoke
derisively of the "lifers". I had cause to rethink this
narrow-minded attitude toward career Marines sometime in the early
1980s when I got in touch with Tony Aguilar who was a Staff Sgt.
when he was my platoon sergeant in Vietnam with Lima 3/1. Like you,
Tony had served on the drill field following his second Vietnam
tour. When we reunited he was the Sergeant Major of Parris Island. I
cannot tell you how proud I was, and am, to have served as a squad
leader for this man. I reflected on how I put guys down by calling
them lifers. What would the Marine Corps be like, I realized, if
there were no lifers? The answer is, there would not be one.
That said, let me address your comment about the guys you say you've
met who, like me, spent their four years in and got out.
"Interestingly enough," you write, "all of them say they wish they
had stayed for 20 years. And many of them are just as loyal and
dedicated to the Marine Corps as they were when they were on active
duty." Then you imply the only reason they, or I should say, we, di
not stay in was peer pressure. Are you kidding! We had the b-lls to
put our lives on the line for our fellow Marines, but could not ship
over due to peer pressure?!
You are right about guys like me who are still loyal and dedicated
to the Corps. But the truth is, the reason this great organization
continues to work so amazingly well is because there are some, like
you and Tony, who chose to dedicate their lives to it, and others,
like me and a good many other Sgt. Grit subscribers, who chose to
step up, earn the title U.S. Marine, and return to civilian life.
Proud to have been a Sergeant of Marines
Marine Tattoo Of The Week
My tattoo honoring the Marines killed in the Beirut Bombing in 1983.
Private Talkative And Sgt Quiet
We had a few funny incidents at this place - one Sgt and a private
shares a cubicle - he insists on the top rack after the private
makes up the bottom rack - they argue and the Sgt relents and takes
the bottom one - real different people - Sgt Campbell is a hillbilly
from Kentucky - and in charge of a office at Hdqrs MC - and the
private is a nice guy but uneducated from Chicago - private
talkative and Sgt quiet.
Private goes to Club after payday - comes back sh-t-faced and climbs
into top rack fully clothed and falls asleep - at 2 or 3 a.m. he
awakes leans over the rack and pukes on the Sgt who is sleeping -
Sgt who is usually quiet goes nuts - and yells and screams and wakes
up squad bay? A lot of us has been there and done that - so a few
of us throw the private in the shower fully dressed and run the cold
water on his sorry azs. Sgt also takes a shower and really relishes
the discomfort of the the private.
The next morning the private wakes up to a pounding headache - he
says that some little people are playing a bass drum in his head and
someone is blowing a bugle too! Private goes to work and Sgt also
arises and goes to work. That day after work (the Sgt is a little
wiry guy and the private a big dude from the streets of Chicago)
Start To Talk About The Night Before - the private tells him where
to go and how to do it - and tells him he can stick his Sgt chevrons
where the sun don't shine! The Sgt says I can take you to the first
Sgt - __________ - let me digress for a minute - the Company A
offices for Hdqrs. MC are in the barracks - so we have officers and
high staff NCO's coming in and out - usually using our heads - and
sometimes walking in our squad bays too - our floors are linoleum -
but we have them buffed to a high shine that you can see your
reflection in - very spit and polish squad bays. Now the private
says to the Sgt - " F-ck You and the First Sergeant!" Just Then The
First Sergeant and the Company A Commanding Officer Enter The Squad
Bay And Hear This Silly Son Of A B-tch Ranting!
Vietnam Era Veteran
B.S. Detector Responses
That detector should be blowing up! First, how many of you came out
of boot an E-3? Really!
Get a rope...
In response to Don Ryan's question in the 10/15 newsletter about
whether the MOS for aircraft fires/rescue is 7000 something, the MOS
is 7051. However, I have never run across a Marine that does not
remember what MOS he/she held during their career. Or a Viet Nam vet
that cannot remember where he/she served in country.
To continue the MOS for that slot is:
7051/Aircraft Crash, Fire and Rescue Man
So that much might be true, but he would have been based at a
airfield, not out on LZ's something is wrong somewhere.
MCRD San Diego 1969, 1970 - Medical out due to being hit by a car.
"A toast to our Country, a toast to our fallen, a toast to our past,
a toast to our present and a toast to our future... and a toast to
Chesty, wherever you are!"
In response to Don Ryan's request about Marine Corps MOS Numbers.
He can find a complete list of Milirary Occupational Specialty (MOS)
for the Marine Corps at the web site, List of United States Marine
Corps MOS. To answer his question about aviation fire/rescue, the
Marine Corps' MOS is 7051 Aircraft Rescue and Firefighting. Hope
Bob Applegarth, Sgt., 1965-1971
6511 Aviation Ordnance
I just wanted to provide the information to Don Ray about the
Aircraft fire/rescue MOS. I googled it and the MOS number that came
up was 7051 Aircraft Fire Rescue/Firefighting Specialist. Basically
this is the Crash Crew. I did find that you must past a medical and
OSHA requirements for fire fighting.
This is a job that I would not want. I had to go to a ship board
firefighting school before being deployed aboard the USS Midway
(CV-41) from July 1982 to January 1983. Was pulled off on emergency
Leave before the end of the deployment (6 Month).
MCTSSA/2nd Medical Bn./25th Staff Group/HAMS-11/VMFP-3
To Don Ryan. As an old air winger I do remember the MOS for aircraft
fire/rescue was 7051. I would however question his response of LZ's
to the question as to where he served while in Nam.
Sgt. of Marines
1968 - 1974
List of United States Marines Corps MOS 7000 Airfield Services
Don Ryan asked about MOS's. A 7051 is fire and rescue. Check the
above for any others.
I agree that we have a lot of pretenders, and yes some of them were
actual marines (small "m") who like to blow smoke when they can get
away with it. I remember as a very young and inexperenced brown bar
at how impressed I was with some of the stories that certain staff
NCO's, who were not that long back from Korea, enjoyed telling. And
I am sure there was a lot of truth in some of the stories, but
surely not all. Hey, if it starts getting too deep, ask them where
they keep the shovel so that you wont drown in it.
Maj USMC (ret)
In response to Don Ryan in his letter about "B.S. Detector Ain't
Broke" here is a listing of all the Vietnam era MOS's:
From this list: MOS 7051 Aircraft Firefighting and Rescue
Specialist. Whether the guy Don is talking about was one or not is a
different story. Also I don't think anyone was making L/Cpl out of
boot in 1969.
Cpl USMC 1969-73
2554xxx MOS 2531/0431
Plt 2108, MCRD San Diego, CA (1969)
Fox Co, 2nd ITR, Camp Pendleton, CA (1969)
C&E Bn, MCRD San Diego, CA (1969)
Hq Co.(Nucleus), 4th Mar Div., Camp Pendleton (1970)
Hq & Hotel Btry, 3/12 Okinawa & Vietnam (1970-72)
Hq Btry, 4/11 MCB, 29 Palms, CA (1972-73)
The MOS of Crash Fire/Rescue is 7051 Proudly served in YUMA, AZ,
I can't see any truth in this story as when we are deployed we are a
support group that rescues pilots and personnel from aircraft
crashes and emergencies, and even in country would be stationed on
base and would only go to crash sites if warranted. (we are
nicknamed Krispy Kritters because of our jobs, but Most times when
we are upon a crash, the pilot has ejected and we surround and drown
the burning aircraft.)
The first Live Rescue of any pilot from a crash (egress out of
airplane) was from a harrier jet at YUMA in Summer of 1992 on a
Friday the 13th, and I believe it was documented as the First Live
rescue in something like 45 years at that time, (which would bring
it before the vietnam war).
So yeah, I call that the BS detector was flaming hot!
TRIGGERS: Once again the trigger has been squeezed. I'm sitting here
on my 72nd birthday remembering mail call on my 18th one in Boot
Camp. I received about 15 letters that day and had to leave
formation and run front and center for each letter. I must have done
100 pushups that day for all the sh-t that was written on the
outside of the envelopes (I had told everyone NOT to write anything
on the outside!). My cousin who was with 3/5 at Chosin wrote on his
(he knew what he was doing) RTDIIY BF. My DI asked me if I knew what
that meant and I responded "Sir, yes Sir it means "Remember the
Drill Instructor is your best friend", I got thumped for that. I had
around 6 or seven girls I knew writing to me at the time and the
Drill Instructors referred to me as "United Nations" because one had
a German name, one Polish, one Armenian, one Belgian, one Hispanic,
one Hungarian, etc. etc. (no CPL. Howard Hada, Lois wasn't one of
them because remember your Step Dad said I wasn't allowed to talk to
her). That was a very long mail call for me and I might not have
been smiling on the out side but I sure was on the inside!
The other "trigger" was a football game played at Aztec stadium (San
Diego State vs MCRD I think) in the last part of '60. Not sure how
many of us were taken there by cattle car but it had to be several
series. One of the male cheerleaders came over to lead us in a cheer
but there wasn't much enthusiasm on our part, that's when several
DI's stood and told us that if we didn't cheer we would pay for it
later back at MCRD! I still remember the look on that cheerleaders
face when we gave out the next cheer, I'm pretty sure the game
stopped because of it, and they could have heard us in San Diego.
Ah, to be in such a motivated group again!
SGT. Grit, Just the facts Ma'am. SGT. Joe Friday.
P.S. SGT. Rossi pointed out to me a long time ago that the only time
you're an "X" Marine is when the X's are over your eyes.
From The DISBURSING CHIEF
(Vol #10, #3)
I shall digress to explain the very last part of my previous letter.
Following the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor President Franklin
D. Roosevelt ordered that production of passenger cars would be
halted and the assembly lines would be converted to production
of items for the military. In early 1942 gasoline was rationed for
all civilian consumption. The limit for a private car was 3 gallons
per week with an 'A' sticker; 8 gallons per week with a 'B' sticker
(for those who had to commute to a war related job) or 5 gallons
at a time with a 'C' sticker (These were unlimited and issued to
police and fire personnel, doctors and farmers). You had to have
a sticker on your windshield to buy any gas. When WWII ended
so did gas rationing and people could again say 'Fill it up' and go
wherever they wished. Soon new cars were coming off the lines.
People had been able to save a lot of money during the war and
were now taking trips to places they had never thought of going
before. The roads were clogged. The New Castle - Pennsville
ferry - between Delaware and New Jersey - was a major problem.
The waiting time on either side was usually three to five hours.
Delaware was the first to recognize this and decided to build a
bridge between those two cities. They had the money and were
able to complete the job within about two years. They named it
the 'Delaware Memorial Bridge' to honor those who had served
in WWII and did not survive. The construction of this bridge was
going to place a burden on the road system of New Jersey which
had nothing to gain because they felt that those who crossed the
bridge were headed for New York City or New England - not Jersey.
They got their heads together and soon placed articles in the local
press showing a map of New Jersey with an almost straight line on
it between Pennsville and N.Y.C. They said "If your property lies
within 150 feet of this line it is in jeopardy of being acquired by
the state for construction of the proposed New Jersey Turnpike."
This became a topic of conversation - and lawsuits - for more than
three years. You could not get a haircut without everyone in the
barber shop voicing their opinion of this proposal. I lived quite
close to the line but we were not involved. A nearby farmer by
the name of 'Cecil' owned a 105 acre property that was to be cut
in two. He took it very philosophically. He did not contest it.
But in the end he was left with his 60 year old homestead, his barn
and a half dozen other buildings on one side of the Turnpike and all
of his pastures taken by the state or left on the other side of the
His only access to the pastures was to go about 12 miles north and
through an underpass and go south 12 miles. And of course he was
not able to move his cattle between his barn and the pastures. He
sold his cattle and the acreage on the other side of the highway and
decided to live out his life in the house that had been built in
about 1890 on property his family had owned for more than 100 years.
He passed away just a couple of years later and left his elderly
widow and a grown son living in a three story home of simply
My parents returned from vacation while I was in O.C. and went to
the Cedar Lodge. They asked the owner if she could refer them to a
realtor. - Mr. B's firm was right across the street.
Semper Fi. The old, real old, real, real old (85) Master Gunny.
Harold T. Freas, Sr.
Grabasstic Patrol Up A Creek
The Gun Club, assembled in the gulch. (Actually, 106RR or "BAT"
Platoon (Battalion Anti-Tank) and Flame Platoon, combined)... H&S
2/1/9 in the Northern Training Area of Okinawa, 1959). Since our
recoilless rifles and Jeeps had not caught up with us yet, we were
used as the Bn Aggressor Force. The rifle companies would come up
to the NTA one at a time from Sukiran to find/engage us... and,
since the boondocks were our 'home court', the second and later
companies really didn't have a chance... This is kinda old Corps...
M-1's, M1919A4 air-cooled .30 Cal Brownings, herringbone utilities,
and in this picture, the old green woolen shirts, as aggressor
uniform. Since no blanks had been invented for the Flame Thrower
(M2), the Flame guys usually got to be machine gun crew... most of
either team having the M1911A1 .45cal pistol as sidearms. We were
camping out up there for multiple weeks... got hot chow once most
days, and some kick-back time when between companies... I recall an
all-NCO grabasstic patrol up a creek... or maybe it should have been
called 'swim call'?, as we were all buck nekkid, doing the Tarzan
bit with vines, etc... until one of us realized that if somebody got
seriously hurt, we were all in deep kimchi... In this picture, over
half a century later, I can identify, among other trades, a surgeon,
a feddle gubmint landscape architect, a mortgage broker, several law
enforcement officers, and more than one career Marine... (buncha
dumb-ss grunts, anyway...)
Got together with 3 guys I was in Boot Camp with while on a business
trip to Louisiana. I have not seen these Marines since March 7,
1970 when we left MCRD San Diego for ITR at Camp Pendelton. Myself
and Pvt Randall Axelsen immediately went to Infantry training while
the rest of Platoon 1229 enjoyed a couple of week of Mess and
Maintenance duty. We got together in LaPlace, LA.
Left to Right Sgt. Jim Grimes, Sgt. Mike Hinds, W05 Mike Anthony,
and SSgt Jewell Cazes.
We are planning a reunion next year in Branson, Missouri. If you
know of anyone from our Platoon please let me know.
Sgt. Jim Grimes 1969-72
P.S. note the horizontal alignment.
Marine Survives Sniper Headshot By Inches In Afghanistan.
See video at: Marine Survives Sniper Headshot
"All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred,
comes invariably from people who are not fighting."
--George Orwell, Homage to Catalonia
"You go into Afghanistan, you got guys who slap women around for
five years because they didn't wear a veil. You know, guys like that
ain't got no manhood left anyway. So it's a h-ll of a lot of fun to
shoot them. Actually it's quite fun to fight them, you know. It's a
h-ll of a hoot. It's fun to shoot some people. I'll be right up
there with you. I like brawling."
--Gen. James Mattis
"I come in peace. I didn't bring artillery. But I'm pleading with
you, with tears in my eyes: If you f-ck with me, I'll kill you
--Gen. James Mattis
"There are only two kinds of people that understand Marines: Marines
and the enemy. Everyone else has a second-hand opinion."
--Gen. William Thornson, U.S. Army
"I can't hear you." "Get your footlockers over your heads."
"We dig fighting holes....not 'foxholes'....foxes use theirs to
f-ckin'... ours are for fighting."
"The smoking lamp is lit for one. Guide, light it and pass it
Semper Fi, Mac!