Sgt Grit Newsletter - 20 NOV 2014

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Cpl Jahnoff and Navajo Code Talker Samuel Holiday

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!

SEMPER FI!

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!

Gung Ho!
Gung Ho!
Gung Ho!

Norm Spilleth

Drill Instructors PI 1960


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​".

John Ratomski

The Duke John Wayne In Chu Lai, Vietnam


USMC Grunt Coin


Improvised Detector Dog

Marine Veteran Anthony Marquez

Allie IDD 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.

Anthony Marquez
USMC
Afghanistan Vet


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 Iraq!

This is what we call Out-friggin'-standing!

Marine Veteran Sgt Jason Pacheco


Marine Corps Tie Knot

My tie knot.

Sgt Denny Krause
Vietnam 65 and Paris Embassy

Sgt Denny Krause with his Marine Corps tie knot


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.

Bob Hunt
Major (Mustang)
1971-1989​


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 at: www.montfordpointmarines.com.

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.

Submitted by:
Sgt John Wear
Vietnam Tanker


Veteran Suicide Prevention Challenge​

Tony Hogrefe, great job in this vid!

View this at Veteran Suicide Prevention Challenge.


Vietnam Veteran

Cpl Peterson aboard ship

Cpl Peterson shaving next to jeep in Vietnam

Memories of my time in service.

Semper Fi
Cpl D.E. Peterson
1972/1978


Lejeune (luh-jern)

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.


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This Is A Monumental Day

Sgt. Grit,

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 so dear.

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.

Semper Fi,
A former "Hat"
GySgt, USMC, (Ret)


A Game Of Hide-And-Seek

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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 game.


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.


Edenton, NC

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.

Semper Fi
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 gone!

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​.

Bernice Delabarre
rbdfrbc@centurylink.net


MCM Skydive

Sgt Grit,

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".

Semper Fidelis,
John

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 that time.

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 Hunting Party.

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 together'.

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 atagirvin@rochester.rr.com.

Thanks Cpl. Art Girvin
USMC Semper Fi​


Short Rounds

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.

Jim Reese
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.

Semper Fi,
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


Quotes

"Marines know how to use their bayonets. Army bayonets may as well be paper-weights."
--Navy Times; November 1994


"The difference between genius and stupidity is genius has its limits."
--Albert Einstein


"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


Thomas Jefferson Quote


"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!
Semper Fi!
Sgt Grit

 
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Sgt Grit Newsletter - 20 NOV 2014

In this issue:
• The Duke, Chu Lai 1966
• Improvised Detector Dog
• Lejeune (luh-jern)

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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!

SEMPER FI!

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!

Gung Ho!
Gung Ho!
Gung Ho!

Norm Spilleth


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​".

John Ratomski


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.

Anthony Marquez
USMC
Afghanistan Vet


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 Iraq!

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.

Bob Hunt
Major (Mustang)
1971-1989​


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 at: www.montfordpointmarines.com.

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.

Submitted by:
Sgt John Wear
Vietnam Tanker


Veteran Suicide Prevention Challenge​

Tony Hogrefe, great job in this vid!

View this at Veteran Suicide Prevention Challenge.


Vietnam Veteran

Memories of my time in service.

Semper Fi
Cpl D.E. Peterson
1972/1978


Lejeune (luh-jern)

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

Sgt. Grit,

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 so dear.

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.

Semper Fi,
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 game.


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!


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Edenton, NC

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.

Semper Fi
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 gone!

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​.

Bernice Delabarre
rbdfrbc@centurylink.net


MCM Skydive

Sgt Grit,

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".

Semper Fidelis,
John

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 that time.

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 Hunting Party.

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 together'.

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 atagirvin@rochester.rr.com.

Thanks Cpl. Art Girvin
USMC Semper Fi​


Short Rounds

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.

Jim Reese
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.

Semper Fi,
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


Quotes

"Marines know how to use their bayonets. Army bayonets may as well be paper-weights."
--Navy Times; November 1994


"The difference between genius and stupidity is genius has its limits."
--Albert Einstein


"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!
Semper Fi!
Sgt Grit

 
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Marine Dad, Marine Son, and Future Marine

Sgt Grit

We bought these baby dress blues from you before this little guy was even born. I am so proud of my Marines and hope that the little one follows in Pop's and Dad's footsteps!

Patricia H. Hayes

Make sure that your Devil Pup is ready for inspection with a set of their own!

Dress Blues Baby 2 Piece Set

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Korea Then And Now

Seoul Korea in 1953

Seoul Korea today

Hi Sgt Grit,

Here are a couple pictures of me going through Seoul, Korea. One from 1953 and one from what it looks like today. I was in 4.2 Mortar Co. and in SDMD, Platoon 16...

Sgt Bob Holmes
1359XXX


Hill 34

Haney and Goody Vietnam Vets Reunited

It has been 44 years sinse we last saw each other, but we finally made connection. We were in Viet Nam together in 1969-1970 hill 34 An Hoa. We were with 1st 175mm Gun Btry, Self propelled. It's been a long time, but here we are. We live just 225 miles apart so now we can see each other more often.

This is me (Robert Haney) Left, known as doc but I wasn't a corpsman and (Robert Goodman) Goody on the right. If you were with us you can contact me at: rjhaney175@sbcglobal.net. We need to get together.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to all MARINES!

Robert Haney


Happy Birthday Marine Corps

Marine Corps Birthday 1959

On behalf of my father, MSgt William Hauser (Ret), Korean War - 1st Marine Division, Happy Birthday Marine Corps - SEMPER FI!

Also please send wishes and prayers for he is not doing so well these days.

Thanks so much.

(My father is front row, left side)

Andrea Hauser


November 10, 1960

Camp Gieger, Company B, ITR

It was a cold, rainy night in the woods of North Carolina on my first birthday. It was so dark you couldn't see the person next to you. The only protection against the elements was our utilities and 782 gear. We marched off into the gloom and were told to dig foxholes on a sandy hill facing a barely visible tree line to wait for an attack from a RECON platoon that was in training at the same location. Each of us was armed with our M1s from boot camp, with a clip of blanks. So we started digging in the sand. When I figured my hole was deep enough, I discovered my piece was missing. I buried it. The "attack" never came. After we were all sufficiently miserable, the instructors ordered us to rise up and attack the tree line we were facing and fire as we moved. It didn't take me long to dig out my M1 that was now jammed with sand, but when I tried to jack a round in the chamber it made a most disconcerting sound, sort of like crushing a plastic bottle. I wasn't the only one, most of the company had the same problem. Our charge of the tree line only produced spotty gunshots here and there, more like an arcade game in a carnival than an assault by a Marine rifle company.

After our unsuccessful assault through the woods, the instructor(s) had us fall in in platoon formation, force a round into our weapons, hold them straight up over our heads and pull the trigger. I think most of us expected the rifles to explode because of the sand in the mechanisms and barrels. They didn't explode, but several didn't fire. This precipitated a lengthy discourse on the care and cleaning of the M1 while standing in the cold rain in the dark woods of North Carolina. Afterwards, we marched back, in two lines along a dirt road in route step, several miles back to the barracks. The Lieutenant set the pace between the ranks. As we were trudging along he shouted out that this day was the Marine Corps Birthday and that we were to answer his cadence loudly. It went like this:

"Sir! One Hundred and Eighty Five Years of Death H-ll and Destruction! United States Marine Corps! Gung Ho! Gung Ho! Gung Ho!"

Never forget it and always keep my rifle ready.

Norm Spilleth
Cpl, 1960-1964


Marine Training

My husband was and is a Marine. He joined up when he was a junior in High School during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Dropped out of High School and he went to Camp Pendleton in California. After basic boot camp and training, he was sent to Vietnam, lived in a fox hole for 13 months, back in '64-'65. When he came back to California, we met in church. (Some of the Marines came, I think to meet girls) but we hit it off and were married a few months later. When he was released from service, he worked full time and attended college. We both went to a community college and then to California State at Fullerton where we got our degrees, his a BS and mine a BA. We worked our way through college with help of VA education and loans. Bob was accepted at UCLA in Medical School where he worked as a teaching assistant and received high marks.

Bob received his Phd in Bio-Chemistry in 1976. During that time we ate a lot of hot dogs, chicken pot pies (when you could buy them 5 for $1.00.) When I told him we qualified for food stamps, he looked at me with his typical jaw out and said, "you have a roof over your head? you have enough to eat?" When I said yes, his reply was, "we don't need food stamps!" Marine training! After that he accepted a position for 3 years in a post-doc research position.

Finally in 1979 he had a "real job". He was 36. It took a lot of work and I am so proud of him. He is a scientist and has many patents to his name. We have been married for 48 years. I know the Marine Corps had a huge part in shaping his life and making him the man he is today. He is a great husband, father and grand-father and still thinks he is 25, while he buys soccer shoes and runs with 2 of his grand-kids all over the soccer field.

God bless America and the Marine Corps for the opportunity we have had and continue to share in this the United States of America.

Respectfully,
Kathleen A Stout
Wife of a Marine


Eagle, Globe, and Anchor Reflective Decal with 3D Doming


Get A Drag

Hey Grit,

February 1969... SSgt Blankenship, Platoon 3011, MCRD San Diego... "The smoking lamp is lit for one cigarette (all smokers fumbling for their smokes)... I said one cigarette... start it with the guide, pass it on and every one had better get a drag... there better be no non-smokers." Needless to say, the fire on that Winston was real long by the time the last recruit put his lips to it, and we made sure the Guide had 100mm cigs for the future in case this ever happened again.

Cpl A.C. Deck NCOAD (not currently on active duty)
3rd 8 inch Howitzer Battery (SP)
11th Marines, 1st Marine Division (RVN)


Percy Price

Dec. 1962, while staying an additional month for Guard duty in Gitmo. We would go to the EM club for brews. We also used our own troops for MP duty at the club. One night I had a little too much to drink, and felt quite brave. The call came to close up the club, but I had a couple of beers left and I wasn't going to leave them. The voice came from behind me to leave, and of course I wasn't about to leave the beer there. I told the voice behind me I would leave when I was finished! A hand appeared on my shoulder and I (having enough liquid courage) stood up and looked into the eyes of Percy Price, Marine Corps Heavy Weight champion, and having been the only one at that time to beat then Cassius Clay, (now Muhammad Ali). I of course left my beer. I believe the Great Percy Price has gone to his eternal reward. R.I.P. Percy.

Jim Logan


Belleau Wood

Marine drinking from the well at Belleau Wood

Center piece monument at Belleau Wood

Here are some more photos of Belleau Wood that were taken in June of 2014.

Thank you all for your service. For those hardball players in the southeast asia league welcome home. Happy Birthday!

KDT


Japan

Just a note to PFC Keith about HQ-4-12. I was there in 1960-61. Big Red Ebert was 1st Sgt. I was a 2533 radio man, then when I made E-4, was a radio chief. My call sign was Zookeeper 28. We lived in Quonset huts at camp Hague, except when we went to Camp Fuji, Japan for live-fire exercises. Then we lived in tents. We did that twice. Those were the good old days. Liberty in New Koza, Okinawa and Tomoho, Japan, right outside North camp Fuji.

Cpl. Paul Lindner
1959-1963


Welcome Home

"Welcome Home" is a new series being produced by Sleeping Dog Productions, Inc. It tells the story of Vietnam Veterans, from all branches of the service.

This is a trailer from a documentary that is supposed to air next year... 40 years after the fall of Saigon. It is scheduled for release in 2015, the 40th anniversary year of the end of the War.

Watch the Welcome Home movie trailer.


Seabees

Sizable detachments of Seabees, who stormed ashore with Marine assault troops in the first, second, and third waves to land on Bougainville in the Solomon Islands, distinguished themselves by the skill and valor with which they filled their combat assignments.

As the invasion forces approached the enemy beaches, the Seabees manned machine guns on Higgins boats, tank lighters and landing craft. Dare-devil builders leaped ashore from the first boats to nudge into the sand, and unloaded fuel, ammunition, rations and packs while heavy fighting broke out all about them on the beaches. Then, as the Japanese were driven back into the jungle, the Seabees manned beach defenses side-by-side with the Marines.

In addition to these activities, which were beyond the normal call of duty, the volunteer group of 100 Seabee officers and men who landed with the first wave also were credited with additional acts of bravery performed with complete disregard for their personal safety.

Landing craft from one transport had to pass through a narrow channel between two small islands just off Bougainville. Japanese machine gun nests on the inside of both islands had been firing upon every boat that attempted to move through the channel until Seabees manning landing craft guns effectively liquidated them. The Seabee sharp-shooters also helped drive away Japanese Zeroes that attacked the mother ship.

On landing, the rugged construction men rushed supplies from landing craft to combat line. Seabees carried ammunition and water to the front, and as was learned later, kept a group of Marines from being wiped out because of lack of supplies.

One Seabee jumped aboard a crippled tractor after its Marine driver had been shot off, hauled large quantities of ammunition, and helped place 20-mm anti-aircraft guns. Another group of the aroused builders riddled enemy pillboxes while Marines moved in to remove the Japanese with hand grenades. Still other Seabees moved a Marine heavy artillery battery to the front.

Without thought for their own safety, the Navy Construction men carried wounded from the front lines to the landing craft which would return the casualties to the transports for immediate evacuation. The Seabees scooped out foxholes, not only for themselves and the Marines, but for the injured who were unable to dig their own.

When one of the landing craft was hit by heavy artillery fire, a Seabee officer helped unload the wounded and badly needed supplies while other Seabees held the Japanese at bay.

The medical department set up a first aid station and treated men on the front lines (which were still the beach) with morphine and bandages carried in their packs. The first night of the landing, the Seabee detachment was assigned the defense of a portion of the beach. The volunteer group continued to hold this area for the next twenty-four days.

For days after the landing, the battling builders teamed up with Marine patrols to locate and neutralize Japanese snipers infiltrating through the lines.

From the small galley they had set up on the beach, Seabee cooks served hot meals to men on the front lines a few hundred yards away.

The only difference between an M-4 tank and the caterpillar Seabee W.I. Robertson,"MMLC, drove thru a hail of machine gun fire the day the Marines landed on Bougainville is that the tank would have had guns," wrote Marine Combat Correspondent Sergeant William Burnett from the battlefront.

"Within an hour after the first Marine stepped ashore, our 'cats' were on the beach and up to their radiators in work," Burnett quoted the Seabees. 'We were' supposed to keep the beach cleared, sorting supplies and keeping rolling stock from sticking in the sand. But ammunition was running low with the men moving inland, so we also got the job of dragging sleds loaded with shells to them thru the heavy jungle and swamp. We made our own roads as we went."

The bulldozer operators were Landing under fire at Empress Augusta Bay, Bougainville, Seabees first joined with Marines in defending the beaches against counter-attack, then got busy on construction of military roads feeding front lines. The fighting builders ran one of their roads 700 yards in advance of the Marines' front lines before the Leathernecks yelled for them to hold up a while, forced to the ground by heavy fire many times, according to Robertson. The Seabee said his cat still shows bullet marks on its blade and track. He recalled that when night came and a beachhead was secured, his mates used their bulldozers to knock over the Jap pill boxes and cover up the dead.

Submitted By
John Ratomski


I Am A Marine

I found this on FaceBook. I think your readers (me being on of them) will appreciate it. Lots of us peacekeepers still on watch.

I Am A MARINE

I am a Marine.
I served in no war, although I was prepared for it.
I did not see combat, although I was trained for it.
I did not receive orders to fight, but I was ready to follow them.
I did not see any of my friends die, but I feel the pain when any of my brothers are hurt.
I no longer wear the uniform on my body, but it is still a part of me.
A life, of Service, of Honor, of Integrity.
True to the Corps.
By my actions throughout life, people I encounter will know, "He is a Marine."
When I leave this Earth, my friends will say, "He was a Marine."
For a quiet eternity, the stone will read, "Marine."
Semper Fidelis
I am a Marine.

Tony Pisarek
United States Marine

--John H. Hardin


MACS 5

Sgt.Grit,

I wonder if anyone is still around re 1954 stationed at this landing field. It was about 125 miles north of Cherry Point. I wonder if anyone is still around from MACS 5 motor pool? The base was small but very active. The landing strip was so shaped as a carrier deck with trip wires in one section of it. If I remember the planes were AD 4 Sky raiders Single prop jobs who practiced landings. Marine Air Control Squadron 5 was a radar outfit that brought the planes home and ground control took over to land them. In the motor pool were the diesel generator sets for electric power. The generator sets had to run at exactly 60 cycles not more not less or good by radar sets. I know the base closed before 1957. I know 60 years is a long time ago, but it would be nice to hear from somebody who was at Edenton, NC.

Just read in the most recent letters of a Marine who still has his MCRD platoon red book about the same time period as me. I pulled out the book and went through it. It sure did bring back memories to me. I remember the first night as I was in the rack saying to myself, well stupid what did you get yourself into this time for four years. But no regrets it made a man out of me.

Semper Fi
Sgt Robert (Ski) Nowicki


He Would Never Talk

Dear Mark,

My father, Billy Ray Shelton, was also in the 2nd Marine Division on Tarawa. He too, died young of cancer (48), caused by a lifetime of smoking. He was about 16 when he joined the Marines, (he lied about his age,) and was proud of his Marine service, but other than some general positive stories, he would never talk of the horror he must have experienced. It is only now when I am middle-aged that I am fully realizing the extent of their sacrifice and experiences during that time. My Dad was a country boy from Natchitoches, Louisiana. I suppose lots of divisions had boys from the same part of the country. I found your article fascinating but sad, but it filled in a lot of blanks. Thanks for that. I only wish he was alive when I had sense to ask him some questions. At least you had a chance to thankfully.

Kathy Tweedale
Somerset, England


It Wasn't Pretty

I met one of the people that played on the 2nd Marine Division football squad. He was a classmate of mine in high school. This was the summer of '64 so it wasn't football season. I had just gotten back from my "recruit leave" and was going into Amtrac School at Courthouse Bay.

I really don't remember what a Private would say to a Corporal by way of polite conversation but we had one. It was so nice to meet a Marine that I could actually talk to just like if he was a regular guy.

We talked for 10 minutes or so and the conversation got around to his football career in the Corps. I was quite surprised that Marines were allowed to bash heads with people that weren't Marines. It seems that the 2nd Division played some of the local college level teams and other military unit's teams. The Corporal was a down lineman. He said that it was a fairly "rough" game at that level. So I asked, "how rough"... and he showed his leg. I must say, it wasn't pretty.

It seems that at that level of competition there was a certain amount of "allowable" cannibalism. Remember, this was right around the end of June. Football season was at least 5 months before. But there on his leg was the unmistakeable imprint of a good many teeth bites. I mean entire dentures were represented on his calf. I might have said something to effect... "Did it or does it, hurt... or... Mother of God what the H-ll happened to you?"

Well, it was nice to see a familiar face. I was real happy I could recognize it. But, I made up my mind that Marine Corps Football would be the last thing on my Bucket List.

If memory serves, we didn't have those back then but it was on it and it was in last place!

Later...
McDonald,P.B. (E/5)
4th Amtrac Bn, "A" Co 2nd Plt
1964 to 1970


One Man Bunker

Sgt. Grit,

LCpl Terry Lee Campbell's photo at the bottom of your latest advertisement (2 Dec14) showing the 1968 Birthday cake on Hill 65, reminded me of my brief stay on that hill from around 5 June until 1 August, 1967... when I was transferred to the HQ Battery of 3rd 8-Inch Howitzers out west of DaNang. After spending about six months with the "grunts" of Lima 3/7 as their art'y FO, I was called back to the battery to take over the Fire Direction Center.

My "sleeping quarters" which was a small one-man bunker just outside the entrance of the FDC, had a scenic view of the various rolls of concertina wire strung out along the eastern side of the hill. Most of my time while there was spent inside the FDC bunker.

Semper Fi!
Tom Downey
Once a Captain, USMCR; Always a Marine.


From The DISBURSING CHIEF

(Vol #11, #2)

On Monday morning I walked into my office 10 minutes early as usual. Mr. Dyer (CWO4) and the two civilians were already at their desks... as usual. Louise Harbin, the wife of the Gunny that was the Golf Pro at Paradise Point - where you stayed in 1949 - gave me a beautiful smile. I then announced "Well, the Hudson is no more!" Louise asked "What happened?" I told everyone the same story I just told you. I got out the Onslow County yellow pages and looked for 'Automobile Dealers - New Cars'. There were very few listed and none were Hudson dealers. In 1950 there were only three dealerships in J'ville, a Ford, Chevrolet and Buick. I called the dealer I had purchased the Hudson from in Mt. Holly, N.J. and spoke with George Hodgson himself. I told him what happened and asked if he had another Hudson. He said "Hudsons are a hot commodity. Have you been following the stock car races?" I said that I had not, but that I knew quite well there was nothing else on the road that could catch a Hudson. He said "I only have one at the moment and it's a club coupe. I doubt that you are interested in it." He asked "How many miles did you have on your car?" I said "Just over 121,000." He asked "And how long did you have it?" I replied "Just over 18 months." He said "You must have done a lot of driving." I told him "Just over 1500 miles a week." He gave me the names and phone numbers of four Hudson dealers in N.C. The one in Wilmington only had a club coupe. The dealers in Charlotte and Raleigh were sold out. And the one in Asheville was too far away. I didn't even call that one. Louise and her husband agreed that I could use their car to go into J'ville. He picked her and I up after work and went home. Joe handed me the keys and said "Be careful." I went into J'ville and to the Buick dealer. They had only one car in stock, a 1950 Buick Super Riviera in two-tone green. It sat in the middle of the showroom floor. It was a sharp looking car. It was a new model for 1950. They didn't have to sell me on Buicks. I kept thinking about my choices at the moment. I had few. I decided to get this Buick. They said I could pick it up Tuesday evening... if my credit was approved. I told them that my Hudson was financed thru Union Trust in Mt. Holly, N.J. GMAC would finance the car and they would handle the insurance, too. I knew everything was good and the dealer called me at work a little before noon on Tuesday to tell me "Union Trust said your Hudson was financed in your father's name; not as a cosigner on your note. He said there was a notation on the note that it was for you and that you would be making the payments. He said that you had paid two payments when the first installment was due and then made monthly payments to date; that the account was always paid 30 days or more in advance; thereby establishing an excellent credit rating. Your credit is 'impeccable'.

I told them I would come in to pick up the car at about 7:00 PM. My tags were on the Hudson up in Weldon, so I got a 10 day paper tag. Joe and Louise went with me to get the car. They really liked it. That Dyna-flow transmission was r-e-a-l-l-y smooooooth, an absolute gem.

Semper Fi. The old, real old, real, real old (85) Master Gunny.

Harold T. Freas, Sr.


Short Rounds

I ws not a smoker in boot camp. I felt sorry for he guys that were. It was a week or more if not more before they got their fist smoke! As for me, I was dying for a coke.

B. Otis
Platoon 266
PI '57/'60


Born on 10 November 1961, I am a Corpsman who had the privilege to have served my country, but had the HONOR to have served with the United States Marine Corps.

I retired after 15 and a half years, served 11 and a half with 1st MARDIV (Echo Co. 2Bn/7th Marines, 1stBn/4th Marines, and 1st Mar Regiment) Operation Desert Shield/Storm.

Happy Birthday Brothers & Sisters! Semper Fidelis!

Doc Noll
HM1 (FMF), Retired


A grunts job... locate the enemy, close with him, and destroy him by any means possible.

Semper Fidelis,
Ray Kelley


I was at MCRD San Diego from 28 June 1962 to 18 Sept. 1962. We used clothespins (I think the squared off models with the spring in the middle but don't hold me to that). I suppose, along with the steak & lobster dinners once a week, surf boards, suntan lotion and sun glasses that's just one more thing to make the Pleasure Island graduates feel superior to San Diego.

Jerry D.


Hey Sarge... sure enjoy your newsletters. I went thru USMC boot camp September, 1953. We had a Cpl (Cpl Wise) and two PFCs as our DIs.

My Dad went thru USMC boot camp in 1917... so, I couldn't hold a candle to his stories.

Semper Fi!
Lawrence D. Morrell PhD
Albuquerque


With all the comments about tie ties I'm surprised no one has mentioned that our skivvies drawers did not have elastic waistbands. There were sewn on tie ties on each side which you used to adjust the size and also hang them on the clothes line.

Also, a common expression when the DI didn't want to allow a head call "Use a tie tie on it".

M Oakes
USMC 1956 to 1980


Enjoyed reading the story from Sgt D.B. Whiting about his life at MCRD Plt 295, 1953-1956. I also was at MCRD at the same time in Plt 284, Sgt Wind was my D.I. I too still have my red book from that time. Brings back many stories of my first time away from home, (PRICELESS).

Sgt. G.D. LAISURE


Love these newsletters! My late husband was a proud 30 year Marine! I also enjoyed seeing the picture of Commandant Hagee - knew him from 29 Palms. Happy birthday, Marines! Semper Fi.

Karen Balske


I don't know any alternate words to the Hymn, but do recall in the early 1960's guys singing the Hymn to the tune of two popular songs. One was "Ghost Riders In The Sky" and the other was "Running Bear".

George


Quotes

"[T]he whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary."
--H.L. Mencken, [1918]


"When Gen. Abrial arrived to relieve me as the supreme commander, only don't ask, don't tell kept me from hugging and kissing him."
--Gen. James "Mad Dog" Mattis


"You are part of the world's most feared and trusted force. Engage your brain before you engage your weapon."
--Gen. James "Mad Dog" Mattis


"The safest place in Korea was right behind a platoon of Marines. Lord, how they could fight!"
--MGen. Frank E. Lowe, USA; Korea, 26 January 1952


"You came into my Marine Corps to become a road guard! Outstanding, now that's a man with a plan."

"What the holy h-ll is that recruit? You in some kinda glo-belt beauty pageant? Drop and give me 50 maggot!"

"Who's the slimy little Communist sh-t, twinkle-toed, c-cksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant?!"

Semper Fi, Mac!
Sgt Grit

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We bought these baby dress blues from you before this little guy was even born. I am so proud of my Marines and hope that the little one follows in Pop's and Dad's footsteps!

Patricia H. Hayes

Make sure that your Devil Pup is ready for inspection with a set of their own!

Dress Blues Baby 2 Piece Set


Korea Then And Now

Hi Sgt Grit,

Here are a couple pictures of me going through Seoul, Korea. One from 1953 and one from what it looks like today. I was in 4.2 Mortar Co. and in SDMD, Platoon 16...

Sgt Bob Holmes
1359XXX


Hill 34

It has been 44 years sinse we last saw each other, but we finally made connection. We were in Viet Nam together in 1969-1970 hill 34 An Hoa. We were with 1st 175mm Gun Btry, Self propelled. It's been a long time, but here we are. We live just 225 miles apart so now we can see each other more often.

This is me (Robert Haney) Left, known as doc but I wasn't a corpsman and (Robert Goodman) Goody on the right. If you were with us you can contact me at: rjhaney175@sbcglobal.net. We need to get together.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to all MARINES!

Robert Haney


Happy Birthday Marine Corps

On behalf of my father, MSgt William Hauser (Ret), Korean War - 1st Marine Division, Happy Birthday Marine Corps - SEMPER FI!

Also please send wishes and prayers for he is not doing so well these days.

Thanks so much.

(My father is front row, left side)

Andrea Hauser


November 10, 1960

Camp Gieger, Company B, ITR

It was a cold, rainy night in the woods of North Carolina on my first birthday. It was so dark you couldn't see the person next to you. The only protection against the elements was our utilities and 782 gear. We marched off into the gloom and were told to dig foxholes on a sandy hill facing a barely visible tree line to wait for an attack from a RECON platoon that was in training at the same location. Each of us was armed with our M1s from boot camp, with a clip of blanks. So we started digging in the sand. When I figured my hole was deep enough, I discovered my piece was missing. I buried it. The "attack" never came. After we were all sufficiently miserable, the instructors ordered us to rise up and attack the tree line we were facing and fire as we moved. It didn't take me long to dig out my M1 that was now jammed with sand, but when I tried to jack a round in the chamber it made a most disconcerting sound, sort of like crushing a plastic bottle. I wasn't the only one, most of the company had the same problem. Our charge of the tree line only produced spotty gunshots here and there, more like an arcade game in a carnival than an assault by a Marine rifle company.

After our unsuccessful assault through the woods, the instructor(s) had us fall in in platoon formation, force a round into our weapons, hold them straight up over our heads and pull the trigger. I think most of us expected the rifles to explode because of the sand in the mechanisms and barrels. They didn't explode, but several didn't fire. This precipitated a lengthy discourse on the care and cleaning of the M1 while standing in the cold rain in the dark woods of North Carolina. Afterwards, we marched back, in two lines along a dirt road in route step, several miles back to the barracks. The Lieutenant set the pace between the ranks. As we were trudging along he shouted out that this day was the Marine Corps Birthday and that we were to answer his cadence loudly. It went like this:

"Sir! One Hundred and Eighty Five Years of Death H-ll and Destruction! United States Marine Corps! Gung Ho! Gung Ho! Gung Ho!"

Never forget it and always keep my rifle ready.

Norm Spilleth
Cpl, 1960-1964


Marine Training

My husband was and is a Marine. He joined up when he was a junior in High School during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Dropped out of High School and he went to Camp Pendleton in California. After basic boot camp and training, he was sent to Vietnam, lived in a fox hole for 13 months, back in '64-'65. When he came back to California, we met in church. (Some of the Marines came, I think to meet girls) but we hit it off and were married a few months later. When he was released from service, he worked full time and attended college. We both went to a community college and then to California State at Fullerton where we got our degrees, his a BS and mine a BA. We worked our way through college with help of VA education and loans. Bob was accepted at UCLA in Medical School where he worked as a teaching assistant and received high marks.

Bob received his Phd in Bio-Chemistry in 1976. During that time we ate a lot of hot dogs, chicken pot pies (when you could buy them 5 for $1.00.) When I told him we qualified for food stamps, he looked at me with his typical jaw out and said, "you have a roof over your head? you have enough to eat?" When I said yes, his reply was, "we don't need food stamps!" Marine training! After that he accepted a position for 3 years in a post-doc research position.

Finally in 1979 he had a "real job". He was 36. It took a lot of work and I am so proud of him. He is a scientist and has many patents to his name. We have been married for 48 years. I know the Marine Corps had a huge part in shaping his life and making him the man he is today. He is a great husband, father and grand-father and still thinks he is 25, while he buys soccer shoes and runs with 2 of his grand-kids all over the soccer field.

God bless America and the Marine Corps for the opportunity we have had and continue to share in this the United States of America.

Respectfully,
Kathleen A Stout
Wife of a Marine


Get A Drag

Hey Grit,

February 1969... SSgt Blankenship, Platoon 3011, MCRD San Diego... "The smoking lamp is lit for one cigarette (all smokers fumbling for their smokes)... I said one cigarette... start it with the guide, pass it on and every one had better get a drag... there better be no non-smokers." Needless to say, the fire on that Winston was real long by the time the last recruit put his lips to it, and we made sure the Guide had 100mm cigs for the future in case this ever happened again.

Cpl A.C. Deck NCOAD (not currently on active duty)
3rd 8 inch Howitzer Battery (SP)
11th Marines, 1st Marine Division (RVN)


Percy Price

Dec. 1962, while staying an additional month for Guard duty in Gitmo. We would go to the EM club for brews. We also used our own troops for MP duty at the club. One night I had a little too much to drink, and felt quite brave. The call came to close up the club, but I had a couple of beers left and I wasn't going to leave them. The voice came from behind me to leave, and of course I wasn't about to leave the beer there. I told the voice behind me I would leave when I was finished! A hand appeared on my shoulder and I (having enough liquid courage) stood up and looked into the eyes of Percy Price, Marine Corps Heavy Weight champion, and having been the only one at that time to beat then Cassius Clay, (now Muhammad Ali). I of course left my beer. I believe the Great Percy Price has gone to his eternal reward. R.I.P. Percy.

Jim Logan


Belleau Wood

Here are some more photos of Belleau Wood that were taken in June of 2014.

Thank you all for your service. For those hardball players in the southeast asia league welcome home. Happy Birthday!

KDT


Japan

Just a note to PFC Keith about HQ-4-12. I was there in 1960-61. Big Red Ebert was 1st Sgt. I was a 2533 radio man, then when I made E-4, was a radio chief. My call sign was Zookeeper 28. We lived in Quonset huts at camp Hague, except when we went to Camp Fuji, Japan for live-fire exercises. Then we lived in tents. We did that twice. Those were the good old days. Liberty in New Koza, Okinawa and Tomoho, Japan, right outside North camp Fuji.

Cpl. Paul Lindner
1959-1963


Welcome Home

"Welcome Home" is a new series being produced by Sleeping Dog Productions, Inc. It tells the story of Vietnam Veterans, from all branches of the service.

This is a trailer from a documentary that is supposed to air next year... 40 years after the fall of Saigon. It is scheduled for release in 2015, the 40th anniversary year of the end of the War.

Watch the Welcome Home movie trailer.


Seabees

Sizable detachments of Seabees, who stormed ashore with Marine assault troops in the first, second, and third waves to land on Bougainville in the Solomon Islands, distinguished themselves by the skill and valor with which they filled their combat assignments.

As the invasion forces approached the enemy beaches, the Seabees manned machine guns on Higgins boats, tank lighters and landing craft. Dare-devil builders leaped ashore from the first boats to nudge into the sand, and unloaded fuel, ammunition, rations and packs while heavy fighting broke out all about them on the beaches. Then, as the Japanese were driven back into the jungle, the Seabees manned beach defenses side-by-side with the Marines.

In addition to these activities, which were beyond the normal call of duty, the volunteer group of 100 Seabee officers and men who landed with the first wave also were credited with additional acts of bravery performed with complete disregard for their personal safety.

Landing craft from one transport had to pass through a narrow channel between two small islands just off Bougainville. Japanese machine gun nests on the inside of both islands had been firing upon every boat that attempted to move through the channel until Seabees manning landing craft guns effectively liquidated them. The Seabee sharp-shooters also helped drive away Japanese Zeroes that attacked the mother ship.

On landing, the rugged construction men rushed supplies from landing craft to combat line. Seabees carried ammunition and water to the front, and as was learned later, kept a group of Marines from being wiped out because of lack of supplies.

One Seabee jumped aboard a crippled tractor after its Marine driver had been shot off, hauled large quantities of ammunition, and helped place 20-mm anti-aircraft guns. Another group of the aroused builders riddled enemy pillboxes while Marines moved in to remove the Japanese with hand grenades. Still other Seabees moved a Marine heavy artillery battery to the front.

Without thought for their own safety, the Navy Construction men carried wounded from the front lines to the landing craft which would return the casualties to the transports for immediate evacuation. The Seabees scooped out foxholes, not only for themselves and the Marines, but for the injured who were unable to dig their own.

When one of the landing craft was hit by heavy artillery fire, a Seabee officer helped unload the wounded and badly needed supplies while other Seabees held the Japanese at bay.

The medical department set up a first aid station and treated men on the front lines (which were still the beach) with morphine and bandages carried in their packs. The first night of the landing, the Seabee detachment was assigned the defense of a portion of the beach. The volunteer group continued to hold this area for the next twenty-four days.

For days after the landing, the battling builders teamed up with Marine patrols to locate and neutralize Japanese snipers infiltrating through the lines.

From the small galley they had set up on the beach, Seabee cooks served hot meals to men on the front lines a few hundred yards away.

The only difference between an M-4 tank and the caterpillar Seabee W.I. Robertson,"MMLC, drove thru a hail of machine gun fire the day the Marines landed on Bougainville is that the tank would have had guns," wrote Marine Combat Correspondent Sergeant William Burnett from the battlefront.

"Within an hour after the first Marine stepped ashore, our 'cats' were on the beach and up to their radiators in work," Burnett quoted the Seabees. 'We were' supposed to keep the beach cleared, sorting supplies and keeping rolling stock from sticking in the sand. But ammunition was running low with the men moving inland, so we also got the job of dragging sleds loaded with shells to them thru the heavy jungle and swamp. We made our own roads as we went."

The bulldozer operators were Landing under fire at Empress Augusta Bay, Bougainville, Seabees first joined with Marines in defending the beaches against counter-attack, then got busy on construction of military roads feeding front lines. The fighting builders ran one of their roads 700 yards in advance of the Marines' front lines before the Leathernecks yelled for them to hold up a while, forced to the ground by heavy fire many times, according to Robertson. The Seabee said his cat still shows bullet marks on its blade and track. He recalled that when night came and a beachhead was secured, his mates used their bulldozers to knock over the Jap pill boxes and cover up the dead.

Submitted By
John Ratomski


I Am A Marine

I found this on FaceBook. I think your readers (me being on of them) will appreciate it. Lots of us peacekeepers still on watch.

I Am A MARINE

I am a Marine.
I served in no war, although I was prepared for it.
I did not see combat, although I was trained for it.
I did not receive orders to fight, but I was ready to follow them.
I did not see any of my friends die, but I feel the pain when any of my brothers are hurt.
I no longer wear the uniform on my body, but it is still a part of me.
A life, of Service, of Honor, of Integrity.
True to the Corps.
By my actions throughout life, people I encounter will know, "He is a Marine."
When I leave this Earth, my friends will say, "He was a Marine."
For a quiet eternity, the stone will read, "Marine."
Semper Fidelis
I am a Marine.

Tony Pisarek
United States Marine

--John H. Hardin


MACS 5

Sgt.Grit,

I wonder if anyone is still around re 1954 stationed at this landing field. It was about 125 miles north of Cherry Point. I wonder if anyone is still around from MACS 5 motor pool? The base was small but very active. The landing strip was so shaped as a carrier deck with trip wires in one section of it. If I remember the planes were AD 4 Sky raiders Single prop jobs who practiced landings. Marine Air Control Squadron 5 was a radar outfit that brought the planes home and ground control took over to land them. In the motor pool were the diesel generator sets for electric power. The generator sets had to run at exactly 60 cycles not more not less or good by radar sets. I know the base closed before 1957. I know 60 years is a long time ago, but it would be nice to hear from somebody who was at Edenton, NC.

Just read in the most recent letters of a Marine who still has his MCRD platoon red book about the same time period as me. I pulled out the book and went through it. It sure did bring back memories to me. I remember the first night as I was in the rack saying to myself, well stupid what did you get yourself into this time for four years. But no regrets it made a man out of me.

Semper Fi
Sgt Robert (Ski) Nowicki


He Would Never Talk

Dear Mark,

My father, Billy Ray Shelton, was also in the 2nd Marine Division on Tarawa. He too, died young of cancer (48), caused by a lifetime of smoking. He was about 16 when he joined the Marines, (he lied about his age,) and was proud of his Marine service, but other than some general positive stories, he would never talk of the horror he must have experienced. It is only now when I am middle-aged that I am fully realizing the extent of their sacrifice and experiences during that time. My Dad was a country boy from Natchitoches, Louisiana. I suppose lots of divisions had boys from the same part of the country. I found your article fascinating but sad, but it filled in a lot of blanks. Thanks for that. I only wish he was alive when I had sense to ask him some questions. At least you had a chance to thankfully.

Kathy Tweedale
Somerset, England


It Wasn't Pretty

I met one of the people that played on the 2nd Marine Division football squad. He was a classmate of mine in high school. This was the summer of '64 so it wasn't football season. I had just gotten back from my "recruit leave" and was going into Amtrac School at Courthouse Bay.

I really don't remember what a Private would say to a Corporal by way of polite conversation but we had one. It was so nice to meet a Marine that I could actually talk to just like if he was a regular guy.

We talked for 10 minutes or so and the conversation got around to his football career in the Corps. I was quite surprised that Marines were allowed to bash heads with people that weren't Marines. It seems that the 2nd Division played some of the local college level teams and other military unit's teams. The Corporal was a down lineman. He said that it was a fairly "rough" game at that level. So I asked, "how rough"... and he showed his leg. I must say, it wasn't pretty.

It seems that at that level of competition there was a certain amount of "allowable" cannibalism. Remember, this was right around the end of June. Football season was at least 5 months before. But there on his leg was the unmistakeable imprint of a good many teeth bites. I mean entire dentures were represented on his calf. I might have said something to effect... "Did it or does it, hurt... or... Mother of God what the H-ll happened to you?"

Well, it was nice to see a familiar face. I was real happy I could recognize it. But, I made up my mind that Marine Corps Football would be the last thing on my Bucket List.

If memory serves, we didn't have those back then but it was on it and it was in last place!

Later...
McDonald,P.B. (E/5)
4th Amtrac Bn, "A" Co 2nd Plt
1964 to 1970


One Man Bunker

Sgt. Grit,

LCpl Terry Lee Campbell's photo at the bottom of your latest advertisement (2 Dec14) showing the 1968 Birthday cake on Hill 65, reminded me of my brief stay on that hill from around 5 June until 1 August, 1967... when I was transferred to the HQ Battery of 3rd 8-Inch Howitzers out west of DaNang. After spending about six months with the "grunts" of Lima 3/7 as their art'y FO, I was called back to the battery to take over the Fire Direction Center.

My "sleeping quarters" which was a small one-man bunker just outside the entrance of the FDC, had a scenic view of the various rolls of concertina wire strung out along the eastern side of the hill. Most of my time while there was spent inside the FDC bunker.

Semper Fi!
Tom Downey
Once a Captain, USMCR; Always a Marine.


From The DISBURSING CHIEF

(Vol #11, #2)

On Monday morning I walked into my office 10 minutes early as usual. Mr. Dyer (CWO4) and the two civilians were already at their desks... as usual. Louise Harbin, the wife of the Gunny that was the Golf Pro at Paradise Point - where you stayed in 1949 - gave me a beautiful smile. I then announced "Well, the Hudson is no more!" Louise asked "What happened?" I told everyone the same story I just told you. I got out the Onslow County yellow pages and looked for 'Automobile Dealers - New Cars'. There were very few listed and none were Hudson dealers. In 1950 there were only three dealerships in J'ville, a Ford, Chevrolet and Buick. I called the dealer I had purchased the Hudson from in Mt. Holly, N.J. and spoke with George Hodgson himself. I told him what happened and asked if he had another Hudson. He said "Hudsons are a hot commodity. Have you been following the stock car races?" I said that I had not, but that I knew quite well there was nothing else on the road that could catch a Hudson. He said "I only have one at the moment and it's a club coupe. I doubt that you are interested in it." He asked "How many miles did you have on your car?" I said "Just over 121,000." He asked "And how long did you have it?" I replied "Just over 18 months." He said "You must have done a lot of driving." I told him "Just over 1500 miles a week." He gave me the names and phone numbers of four Hudson dealers in N.C. The one in Wilmington only had a club coupe. The dealers in Charlotte and Raleigh were sold out. And the one in Asheville was too far away. I didn't even call that one. Louise and her husband agreed that I could use their car to go into J'ville. He picked her and I up after work and went home. Joe handed me the keys and said "Be careful." I went into J'ville and to the Buick dealer. They had only one car in stock, a 1950 Buick Super Riviera in two-tone green. It sat in the middle of the showroom floor. It was a sharp looking car. It was a new model for 1950. They didn't have to sell me on Buicks. I kept thinking about my choices at the moment. I had few. I decided to get this Buick. They said I could pick it up Tuesday evening... if my credit was approved. I told them that my Hudson was financed thru Union Trust in Mt. Holly, N.J. GMAC would finance the car and they would handle the insurance, too. I knew everything was good and the dealer called me at work a little before noon on Tuesday to tell me "Union Trust said your Hudson was financed in your father's name; not as a cosigner on your note. He said there was a notation on the note that it was for you and that you would be making the payments. He said that you had paid two payments when the first installment was due and then made monthly payments to date; that the account was always paid 30 days or more in advance; thereby establishing an excellent credit rating. Your credit is 'impeccable'.

I told them I would come in to pick up the car at about 7:00 PM. My tags were on the Hudson up in Weldon, so I got a 10 day paper tag. Joe and Louise went with me to get the car. They really liked it. That Dyna-flow transmission was r-e-a-l-l-y smooooooth, an absolute gem.

Semper Fi. The old, real old, real, real old (85) Master Gunny.

Harold T. Freas, Sr.


Short Rounds

I ws not a smoker in boot camp. I felt sorry for he guys that were. It was a week or more if not more before they got their fist smoke! As for me, I was dying for a coke.

B. Otis
Platoon 266
PI '57/'60


Born on 10 November 1961, I am a Corpsman who had the privilege to have served my country, but had the HONOR to have served with the United States Marine Corps.

I retired after 15 and a half years, served 11 and a half with 1st MARDIV (Echo Co. 2Bn/7th Marines, 1stBn/4th Marines, and 1st Mar Regiment) Operation Desert Shield/Storm.

Happy Birthday Brothers & Sisters! Semper Fidelis!

Doc Noll
HM1 (FMF), Retired


A grunts job... locate the enemy, close with him, and destroy him by any means possible.

Semper Fidelis,
Ray Kelley


I was at MCRD San Diego from 28 June 1962 to 18 Sept. 1962. We used clothespins (I think the squared off models with the spring in the middle but don't hold me to that). I suppose, along with the steak & lobster dinners once a week, surf boards, suntan lotion and sun glasses that's just one more thing to make the Pleasure Island graduates feel superior to San Diego.

Jerry D.


Hey Sarge... sure enjoy your newsletters. I went thru USMC boot camp September, 1953. We had a Cpl (Cpl Wise) and two PFCs as our DIs.

My Dad went thru USMC boot camp in 1917... so, I couldn't hold a candle to his stories.

Semper Fi!
Lawrence D. Morrell PhD
Albuquerque


With all the comments about tie ties I'm surprised no one has mentioned that our skivvies drawers did not have elastic waistbands. There were sewn on tie ties on each side which you used to adjust the size and also hang them on the clothes line.

Also, a common expression when the DI didn't want to allow a head call "Use a tie tie on it".

M Oakes
USMC 1956 to 1980


Enjoyed reading the story from Sgt D.B. Whiting about his life at MCRD Plt 295, 1953-1956. I also was at MCRD at the same time in Plt 284, Sgt Wind was my D.I. I too still have my red book from that time. Brings back many stories of my first time away from home, (PRICELESS).

Sgt. G.D. LAISURE


Love these newsletters! My late husband was a proud 30 year Marine! I also enjoyed seeing the picture of Commandant Hagee - knew him from 29 Palms. Happy birthday, Marines! Semper Fi.

Karen Balske


I don't know any alternate words to the Hymn, but do recall in the early 1960's guys singing the Hymn to the tune of two popular songs. One was "Ghost Riders In The Sky" and the other was "Running Bear".

George


Quotes

"[T]he whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary."
--H.L. Mencken, [1918]


"When Gen. Abrial arrived to relieve me as the supreme commander, only don't ask, don't tell kept me from hugging and kissing him."
--Gen. James "Mad Dog" Mattis


"You are part of the world's most feared and trusted force. Engage your brain before you engage your weapon."
--Gen. James "Mad Dog" Mattis


"The safest place in Korea was right behind a platoon of Marines. Lord, how they could fight!"
--MGen. Frank E. Lowe, USA; Korea, 26 January 1952


"You came into my Marine Corps to become a road guard! Outstanding, now that's a man with a plan."

"What the holy h-ll is that recruit? You in some kinda glo-belt beauty pageant? Drop and give me 50 maggot!"

"Who's the slimy little Communist sh-t, twinkle-toed, c-cksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant?!"

Semper Fi, Mac!
Sgt Grit

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2014 Marine Corps Birthday Message

Sgt Grit and Staff would like to wish all Marines, both past and present, a very Happy 239th Birthday! Continue to carry on the Marine Corps legacy of honor, courage, and commitment for another 239 years! Semper Fidelis and Gung Ho!


I Informed The Commandant

Army CWO5 Smith photo with Gen Hagee CMC in Iraq

"A Marine is a Marine... There's no such thing as a former Marine."
--General James F. Amos, 35th Commandant of the Marine Corps

-Iraq, 2004-

Commandant of the Marine Corps, Gen. Hagee, visited his Marines in Iraq for some photo ops at the Al Faw Palace in Baghdad. Marines stood in line to have their picture taken with the Commandant. At the end of the line stood an Army CW04 (me). I informed the Commandant that I served in the Marine Corps in Viet Nam with 2/5 at An Hoa in 1967. I then asked if a former Marine could have his picture taken with the Marine Commandant.

He replied, "Stand next to me, there are no former Marines!"

Mark Smith
CW05 US Army, Retired

Cpl., USMC
2230XXX
1966-68


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WWII, Med School, Nam

Capt Lea at 93 years old

Capt. D Krause on Lt, Capt. Jim Lea, middle and yours truly on left. Capt. Lea was a Navy Pharm. mate with the Marines in WWII, got out, went to Med school and went back in serving in Nam. That is a total of 33 ribbons on his shirt!

Cheers, Chuck.

Capt. Lea is 93!


1095 Days Left

Sgt Grit,

I still have my Marine Corps Recruit Depot, San Diego, Ca, Sixth Battalion, Platoon 295, Red Book, from 1953... it's getting a bit old as I am. Brings back so many memories, and I'm wondering if anyone else was in Platoon 295, from August 12th, 1953. Some great pictures, it is like a year book from high school. Shows pictures of Bayonet training, Gas Chamber, Mess Duty, Weapons demo, and various other phases of boot camp training. The DI's were Sgt J. Williams, SDI, PFC G. Quayle JDI, T/Sgt C.W. McCoy CDI. We all had pictures taken and there were 3 platoons, 294, 295 & 296 in the book.

I've read various reports of entering boot camp, and guess the first couple days we all wondered what and the heck did we do when we signed up for 3 years. I remember thinking I've got over 1,095 days left to serve. I still treasure the old book, and fondly remember those days living in the Quonset Huts, hauling sand from the beach and raking the sand, around the Quonset hut so that it looked beautiful. We couldn't wait to get our covers and clothing to bleach out so we didn't look like raw recruits. We even washed them with salt to get them to fade out. We looked pretty good on the parade field. Three months of boot camp and one month of advanced combat training at Camp Pendleton made every one of us a mean, lean, fighting machine. That experience had an effect on my life and at 79 years old I still cherish the experience and am glad to have served the 1095 days. Semper Fi!

Sgt D B Whiting
1953-1956


Finger, Knuckles, Hands

I remember what James M Robinson was talking about with the racetrack. The DI who did that to us Plt. 119, '65 told all of us to go into the huts and get our foot lockers and to standby. When he called for each hut to form on the street, there was three huts if I remember right, my plt. was the first to be called out and anyone who was in the Corps knows what happened next. There was or were screaming, yelling, the use of words nobody ever heard of, fingers, knuckles, hands being crushed. I was lucky.

My bunk along with some other recruits were to the rear of the hut and we watched as the others tried to get through the door. From the position I was at I saw this and could not help but laugh. I know it was wrong but I think anyone who had been there would have done the same thing. This kept up for some time, it seemed like forever. Well it took some time before the guys up front figured out how to get out of that small door and out into the street.

Well there are many stories that I have read in the newsletter that bring it all back. It's a part of our lives that a person will be proud of and never, never forget.

Vic
MCRD '65


DI's Make Us Feel Better

I just finished reading the story about "tie-ties". I had forgotten about using tie-ties to hang our clothes on the line after washing them behind the barracks. I went thru MCRD Parris Island starting in July 1961. I also remember they used green, yellow, red and black flags to fly to indicate the change in daily temperature. On one day our whole platoon lined up and got our medical shots... about three in each shoulder. A few of the shots (like yellow fever) made your arm a little sore or tender. Well our DI's wanted to help us out... so with the black flag flying (temperature at 100+ degrees) he got us out behind the barracks to do some extra push-ups. Then maybe some rifle exercises with our M1's... just to make us feel better.

Semper Fi Marines,
Cpl G. Bradshaw
1941XXX 1961-1967


The Stumps

Sgt. Grit,

During my last couple of months in the Corps in 1971, while stationed at MCB 29 Palms (the stumps), some of us in our engineering company were sent to Big Bear Lake to construct a recreation area for Base Special Services. Just wondering if any of your readers have ever been there, or perhaps were involved in its construction. I was discharged before it was completed, so I never saw how it turned out.

Those couple of months were probably the best I served in the Corps. We lived in tents, had cooks who made our chow, and we ate at a couple of picnic tables set up under the trees. This was in the spring time, and it could get cold at night. At first we had one of those oil heaters in the tent, but it began leaking fuel. So we took a 55 gallon drum, made a door in it (to load wood), hooked up the smoke stack, and we then had a wood heater.

We only had one officer up there with us, I think he was a 1st luey. He was a good guy. As long as we did our job, that was all he really cared about. No inspections, P.T., marching, etc. The popular bar that we went to was called Chad's Place. One of the guy's in our unit moon lighted there as the bouncer. The band they had there (seems like it was the same one every week) would always play the song by Three Dog Night "Joy To The World".

Those were good times.

Active duty Marine, 1967-71


Boot Camp Lance Corporal

I'd like to wish a happy birthday to Tom Arvoy (1963-1967), my closest friend during my enlistment and a good friend during these past 48 years of civilian life. Born 10 November 1943, Tom is lucky enough to have two birthdays on the same day. Happy 71st and Happy 239th, Tom.

Re: Lance Corporal out of boot camp. I did some research and it appears there are some recruits who make L/Cpl out of boot camp. From what I read, the best way to do it is participate in the JROTC program during high school. Be credited with talking two (or more) other numbskulls into joining the Corps (gets you PFC). According to what I read the first two are not necessarily mandatory but they do help. Apparently the thing that will get you L/Cpl out of boot camp is to be selected as the company honor man. We need a current duty Drill Instructor for this one.

Forged on the anvil of discipline.
The Few. The Proud.
Jerry D.


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Look At That Pretty Lady

My material grandfather (Stanley Moore) served in the Marines during the early 1900's. (For those of you with a historical bent: I have a photo of him dated 1914, in which he is leaning upon his 1903 .30 Cal, bolt action Springfield rifle in front of his tent, wearing a campaign cover, with a Globe and Anchor emblem in front, a canvas cartridge belt, with bayonet, and a canteen with cover hanging from it stenciled USMC in large black letters. He is dressed in khaki trousers, canvas leggings, and a dark blue shirt).

By the time I returned from 'Nam in early 1969, my grandfather was on his death bed in a facility, and my mother took me to visit him. She warned me before entering his room that he no longer recognized her, or had any memory of his past. I waited at the door to his room until my mother had entered first, at which time I heard him say, "Why look at this pretty lady come to visit me!" As I stepped through the door a couple of seconds later, my grandfather suddenly raised himself up, pointed, and exclaimed, "Why, there's a Marine wearing his expert marksman badge!".

Certain memories never die. Once a Marine, always a Marine!

CPL Ronald H. Mandell
Plt 2030, MCRD San Diego, Oct '67
1st Bridge Co, 7th Eng Battalion, 'Nam '67-'69
Retired Major, US Army


Pumpkin Carving

Thought you might want to share this... It is my understanding a Marine's wife carved this pumpkin. It took her about 16 hours.

Sgt. Dale Mills
1963-1967

Marine Corps pumpkin carving


Bars He Was Wearing

My brother, John L. Sanders, a WWII (Guam & Iwo Jima) Marine was recalled to active duty for Korea. Since he now had a degree from OU, he was selected for OCS and then Basic School. In the summer of 1951 my Mother and I visited him and his family in Alexander, VA. Since I would be a senior in the fall when school started he asked what my plans were. During WWII when ever we played war, I was always a Marine, so I told him I guess I would enlist in the Marine Corps after graduating from High School.

My brother had recognized Jim Weatherall at Quantico and had asked him what he was doing there. He told my brother that he was there on the NROTC program and explained the program to him. He also provided my brother with the address of NROTC MOI at OU. My brother asked me if I would like to go in as and officer. Of course I was looking at the bars he was wearing and I said: "Sure!"

I took the address he gave me and wrote a letter to the NROTC MOI at OU. The rest is history. It's great to have a Marine looking out for his baby brother.

Joe Sanders, Major USMC (ret.)


He Then Said "Go home"

Went to MCRD on March 6, 1961 and was assigned to Platoon 220. We left MCRD 3 times before graduation. 1. Going to Camp Matthews for the rifle range. 2. Going to Balboa Naval Hospital to give blood and the Navy fed us steak dinners with all the fixings. Have had many great steaks since, many a lot better, but I still remember that great meal. 3. We went to a San Diego Chargers game. They were brand new and were in the AFL playing Spring/Summer games. I don't remember who they played but it also was the most remembered football game I ever attended. For a few brief hours I felt free even though we were under the constant watch of our 3 DI's and other authority figures.

Likewise the mob from across the bay "Navy Recruits" were there. Must have been the same bunch that every one else has commented on. They couldn't march in step or anything else.

I also only did one tour and got out. Vietnam came and I thought about getting in the fight. I had volunteered to go to Vietnam in the summer of 1963. Was with B Company 3rd Amtracs and we had a company of amphibian trucks that were going to Vietnam. They were taking one Radio Tech. I wasn't chosen. Any way in 1965 I went to see the Marine Recruiter about Vietnam. He asked if I was nuts or what. I was in the Individual Ready Reserve. He told me the Corps had my address and phone number and if they needed me they would call. He then said "Go home". I went home. Always wondered about that choice. Anyway I am a Marine and Always will Be.

Semper Fi
Gerry Schemel
Cpl of Marines
195XXXX


500 Holiday Boxes For The Troops

Women Marines Association (WMA) Press Release

Holiday Troops Support Press Release

The Women Marines Association (WMA), The Romeo Masonic Temple, the Romeo Post Office and the surrounding community comes together to pack 500 boxes to ship to our service members deployed in harm's way. On 15 November the women Marines of the Women Marines Association will once again work with the Romeo Masonic Temple and the Romeo Post office to pack up 500 holiday boxes for the troops.

The packing will be at the Romeo Masonic Temple located at 231 N. Main, Romeo, MI from 10am to 2:30pm.

The Motor City Chapter of WMA has been sending boxes to our troops since 2004. Marines taking care of our military. This support of course could never happen without the dedicated support of the community. During the holidays we always ship keeping in mind that our military service members are away from those they love. Each package, with card and letter lets them know that they are not alone. They are in the hearts of each and every American and that each box is From Romeo with Love.

As we wind down military operations they also are winding down the supplies that are sent. Most meals consist of MRE's and little more. Our troops are asking for protein items, personal hygiene items and beverage mixes. Hot chocolate and the powered instant cappuccino mixes have been requested.

Join us as we help our fellow service members. Bring your items, help us pack and share the camaraderie and Esprit. WMA ships to all branches of the military. If you can't attend you can still sponsor a box. Each box costs $15.90. Help us make a difference one box at a time. Monetary donations go 100% for postage. Donations can be brought the day of the event or sent to WMA Motor City, PO Box 590, Romeo, MI 48065. We thank you for your support.

Mary Ann Merritt
WMA National PRO
WMA MI2 Motor City


189th Marine Corps Birthday

189th Marine Corps Birthday Program Cover Okinawa 1964

189th Marine Corps Birthday Program 1964 Bn and Hqtrs Battery Pages

Marine Corps Birthday 1964. I celebrated the 189th USMC Birthday with Headquarters 4th Battalion, 12th Marines on Okinawa in 1964.

It doesn't seem like its been 50 years.

PFC KEITH
2d HvyArtyRktBtry, 2d FAG
Hq Btry, 10th Marines
Hq Btry, 4th Bn, 12th Marines


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Back of Jerry's RV

I've had my truck for a few years and have proudly displayed USMC products I've purchased from Sgt. Grit on it. I got my RV this year and as you can see I've already started with EGA's over the tail lights as well as the USMC memorial. It looks good but it would look great with a larger one of the memorial on the back though.

Jerry LaFreniere

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Belleau Wood

Recently there was a lot of press on the Anniversary of WWI. We all know about Belleau Wood. This is what it looks like today courtesy of the Smithsonian Magazine.

Don Harkness

What Belleau Wood looks like today


Fun Loving Jokers

Sgt Grit,

Loved reading about the 'smoking lamp' in boot camp. I remember one memorable day in boot camp, 1964. One of our DIs, it may have been SSgt Bridges, not sure, but he announced that, "The smoking lamp is lit for one cigarette!" As the smokers frantically readied themselves, the DI added, "And I'm smoking it!" Ah, it was at moments like that when I was glad I didn't smoke. Yep, sometimes those DIs were just fun-loving jokers, weren't they!

Semper Fi!
B. Lonn
MCRD San Diego, Spring, 1964


Practice Falling Down

Remember at Cherry Point Air Station - Staff NCO Witticisms - and other humorous incidents arounf the Corps!

We had an old black and white TV in the Rec Room - someone got a few old stuffed chairs and some old wooden chairs in rows before the TV. Naturally the TV shows were not like they have now - and no cable or internet then either. Remember we had shows like Halabaloo - and ShinDig - girls in tight skirts and tight sweaters dancing - and remember Joey Heatherton in a shirt skirt driving us lonely Marines with envy once a week. Marines knew how to express themselves in the way we understood each other -- One dancer had a superb backside - and Lo and Behold one S/Sgt returning from the Staff Club looked in on us lowly Marines - and took one look at the girl on the TV and commented, "Look at the Sh-tter on her." We laughed so hard we were crying and he in a one beer too many gesture - said - "Carry On Men."

We had a Gunny who held muster at the Warehouse where we worked - and he would hold mail call after he read us our daily schedules. He was harsh about being there on time and standing tall in formation - before he called us to "At Ease". One day some Corporal heads the formation and holds mail call first - then a few sh-tbirds leave formation from the rear - and the Gunny shows up and sees some have split - so he calls us to Attention and Holds another Roll Call. The Captain (Group Supply Officer, with the Master Sergeant show up to say a few words after muster.) The Corporal calls out the names - and naturally the biggest screw-up is not in formation - his name is called three times - the Gunny is p-ssed - and tells me find his sorry asz and bring Pvt. Sh-tbird to him. The moron is sitting in a stall in the head reading his mail -- I bring him back to the Formation - and the Gunny goes off on him. The Private gets written up - and I was on telephone watch during lunch time outside the Captain's Office when the Gunny is inside and overhear conversation between them - as the Captain says to the Gunny that he cannot write on Office Hours that "Private Thomaselli was in the sh-thouse reading his mail for missing a muster?"

P.S. The Private got a strong reprimand from the First Sgt. who was a great Marine and friendly with us Marines in the Squadron. The Private eventually made PFC and when the Gunny announced that Pvt. Thomaselli was now a PFC the PFC asked the tall Gunny to bend down as the new PFC wanted to tell him a secret - The Gunny bent down and crazy Tomasellli kissed him on the cheek. The Gunny went Ape Sh-t yelling and the whole formation laughed.

At the enlisted club one night - in the head - we had a urinal like a trough and about 4 Marines could shoulder with about 5 or six deep to release the beer from the pitchers we put away - One clown taps the guy in front of him to hurry him along - but the guy in front turns around sh-t-faced and urinates on 3 other Marines in line waiting.

In Washington, DC in a bar - they had a lot of servicemen as bouncers - in one bar two guys get into a shoving match and a bouncer with the Marine Corps Bulldog Tattoo - grabs them both and tells them to behave or take it outside. One guy wants the bouncer to exit with them - I took one look at the massive forearms and wide shoulders on Mr. Bulldog - and told both guys - "Why don't you two go outside and practice falling down a few times." The Marine laughs and throws them out - and asks me if I want a job there!

Bruce Bender
1963-1967 CPL
Vietnam Era Marine


General Chesty

General Chesty Foot Ferry

Admiral Jack Foot Ferry

It is a foot ferry that runs between Port Orchard and Bremerton Wa. There is also an Admiral Jack. My son-in-law is a Marine. Going on ten years.

Ann


Radar Operator

While reading an article in the most recent Sgt. Grit news I came across an article which supposedly listed all the various MOS's that were in use by the Marine Corps in Vietnam. This article was written by a Tom Tilque and gave the address of the listings. After checking to see if my mos was listed I found that the list did not list the MOS of 6741 Radar Operator. I enlisted the Marine Corps in Feb. 1958 under the "delayed entry program" and upon graduation from High School in June 1958 I was sent to MCRD San Diego where I was a part of Recruit Training Plt. 151. Upon graduation from boot camp I was sent to "aviation Prep School at NAS JAX, Fl. Upon completion of that school I was sent back out to MCRD where I was trained as a Radar Operator MOS 6741. Upon completion of Radar Operator school I was assigned to Marine Air Control Squadron - 7 at MCAF New River, NC. MACS-7 as a unit was deployed to NAS Atsugi, Japan in 1961 and upon completion of my tour in Japan I was assigned to MACS-1 at MCAF Yuma, Az. In 1964 I was sent to the FAAWTC command at Pt' Loma, San Diego where as a Cpl I was assigned (TAD) to the Ground Control Intercept Course which was a course taught my the Navy to train young Officers and Senior Petty Officers in the MOS 6709. I was the only Marine in the class and the lowest (E-4) ranking student in the class. Upon completion I was assigned a secondary MOS of 6709 and I believe at the time I was the only Cpl (E-4) in the Marines to have gone though this course. I returned to MACS-1 in Yuma where I was a Ground Controlled Intercept controller. During the next 18 months I was assigned as a Controller and on a daily bases controlled both Navy and Marine Corps pilots in the training of air intercepts, amassing approx. 2,000 intercepts while training Marine and Navy pilots flying the latest (F-4's and F-8U) type attack/fighter aircraft. In May 1966, I was transferred to MACS-7 which had now been re-deployed from NAS Atsugi, Japan to Chu-lai Vietnam and from there I was sent as the SNCO to the early warning detachment from MACS-7 at Phu-Bai Vietnam and on Feb. 26th, 1967, I was wounded during a mortar attack on the Hue/Phu-Bai airport, and due to my wounds sent back to my parent unit MACS-7 in Chu-Lai and returned home in June 1967.

After the completion of my then current enlistment in Aug 1967 I chose another line of service to our country, that of a Law Enforcement Officer and became a California Highway Patrolman and retired from the Patrol after 29 years in 1996... If there are any other members of either MACS-1 or MACS-7 out there that read these letters from Sgt. Grit, I'd like to hear from them.

Gerald A. Caughman
S/Sgt of Marines 1820xxx/6741/6709
1958-1967


From The DISBURSING CHIEF

(Vol #11, #1)

Mom interrupted. She said "I presume you are on leave. When do you have to go back?" I replied "Really, I do not have to be back until midnight on the 17th, but I think I will go back late tomorrow night and save as much leave as possible. She said "Oh, I wish you would stay longer. We haven't seen you for more than a year." I said "I'm not driving to N.Y.C. anymore. I'll be back on Friday night - between midnight and 1:00 AM - and I will be here until about 7:00 PM on Sunday." She said "Okay. That sounds good." I told her "I had not told you but I extended my enlistment for another six years on August 4th." Now back to the demise of the Hudson. I was returning to the base from N.Y.C. and had just passed Emporia, Va. when I felt too tired to continue. This had never happened before. I said "I am going to have to stop and rest for an hour - unless there is someone that would care to do the driving." There was no response. All were asleep. I pulled over to rest. When I came to a stop all got awake. I was asked why we had stopped. I said "I am too tired to drive and stopped to rest for an hour or so - unless someone would like to do the driving. The fellow on the far right, who worked in the disbursing office, said "I'll drive." He was from Brooklyn and had been sleeping since we left N.Y.C. I thought nothing of it. We changed seats. He started out and I went to sleep. We had gone only about 15 miles - had not reached Weldon, N.C. - when there was one helluva crash. All got out of the car. The Hudson was almost turned onto its right side. The left side had been ripped from the car. No one was injured. The driver of a tractor-trailer ran over to see if there was anyone hurt. Then he ran down the road to see if anyone was hurt in the other car. There was not. But the driver of that car, a 1950 Buick Roadmaster convertible, said "I don't want any police report. The semi driver said "Why not? The other driver was at fault!" He replied "The lady I am with is my boss's wife and if there is a police report I'll lose my job." The semi driver said "Tell her to get up in the cab of my truck as though she was my passenger." He called for 2 tow trucks but did not notify police. Cars headed for the base started to stop. They were shocked to see the Hudson in a ditch. He said he could take one. I told the fellow that had been driving "You get the H-ll out of here - just in case the police show up."

He was not around if there was a police response. Another car stopped. He took two more. And a third car took two more. The tow trucks arrived. The tow truck operators agreed "These two cars are a "total loss" and hauled them away. They had given me a couple of their business cards. There never was any police response. I was the last to get on my way to Camp Lejeune. I am sure you are wondering what happened. The Hudson had made a foolish attempt to pass the semi on an upgrade. The semi driver saw a car coming from the opposite direction and applied the brakes as he pulled to the right. My driver moved to the right as did the approaching car. They hit left hand headlight to left hand headlight at an estimated combined speed of about 130 M.P.H. The entire left sides of both cars were ripped off - stem to stern.

Happy Birthday and Semper Fi to 'You All'!

The old, real old, real, real old (85) Master Gunny.

Harold T. Freas, Sr.


Short Rounds

Happy 350th Birthday Royal Marines!

View the Royal Marines 350th Anniversary video.


I just finished reading this week's (29/30Oct14) issue of your fine newsletter and was pleased to see one of my TBS (class 4-66) and FtSill (class 5-66) classmates contributing. Welcome aboard, "Hoogie!"

Semper Fi!

Tom Downey
(once a captain, USMCR - always a Marine)


I was at Parris Island from July to October in 1962. Plt. 352. We used tie ties.

Charlie Ducar
Cpl. of Marines


A crash fire and rescue man has an MOS of 7051. Someone in your newsletters was asking what the designation was. In war time like Vietnam they are still crash crew men by day and guard duty at night. I am MSgt (E8) Frank Peace a former crash crew man.


Quotes

"I come in peace, I didn't bring artillery. But I am pleading with you with tears in my eyes: If you f-ck with me, I'll kill you all."
--Marine General James Mattis, to Iraqi tribal leaders.


"All growth depends upon activity. There is no development physically or intellectually without effort, and effort means work. Work is not a curse; it is the prerogative of intelligence, the only means to manhood, and the measure of civilization."
--President Calvin Coolidge


"Hell, these are Marines. Men like them held Guadalcanal and took Iwo Jima. Bagdad ain't sh-t."
--Marine Major General John F. Kelly


"We signed up knowing the risk. Those innocent people in New York didn't go to work thinking there was any kind of risk."
--Pvt. Mike Armendariz-Clark, USMC; Afghanastan, 20 September 2001 As reported on page 1 of the New York Times


"[It is an] essential, unalterable right in nature, engrafted into the British constitution as a fundamental law, and ever held sacred and irrevocable by the subjects within the realm, that what a man has honestly acquired is absolutely his own, which he may freely give, but cannot be taken from him without his consent."
--Samuel Adams, [1768]


"Private, how much rent are you collecting from the visitors living in the bore."

"Attack! Attack! Attack!"

"The best part about being a Marine is that all the sissies were weeded out."

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Sgt Grit Newsletter - 06 NOV 2014

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• I Informed The Commandant
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Sgt Grit and Staff would like to wish all Marines, both past and present, a very Happy 239th Birthday! Continue to carry on the Marine Corps legacy of honor, courage, and commitment for another 239 years! Semper Fidelis and Gung Ho!


I Informed The Commandant

"A Marine is a Marine... There's no such thing as a former Marine."
--General James F. Amos, 35th Commandant of the Marine Corps

-Iraq, 2004-

Commandant of the Marine Corps, Gen. Hagee, visited his Marines in Iraq for some photo ops at the Al Faw Palace in Baghdad. Marines stood in line to have their picture taken with the Commandant. At the end of the line stood an Army CW04 (me). I informed the Commandant that I served in the Marine Corps in Viet Nam with 2/5 at An Hoa in 1967. I then asked if a former Marine could have his picture taken with the Marine Commandant.

He replied, "Stand next to me, there are no former Marines!"

Mark Smith
CW05 US Army, Retired

Cpl., USMC
2230XXX
1966-68


WWII, Med School, Nam

Capt. D Krause on Lt, Capt. Jim Lea, middle and yours truly on left. Capt. Lea was a Navy Pharm. mate with the Marines in WWII, got out, went to Med school and went back in serving in Nam. That is a total of 33 ribbons on his shirt!

Cheers, Chuck.

Capt. Lea is 93!


1095 Days Left

Sgt Grit,

I still have my Marine Corps Recruit Depot, San Diego, Ca, Sixth Battalion, Platoon 295, Red Book, from 1953... it's getting a bit old as I am. Brings back so many memories, and I'm wondering if anyone else was in Platoon 295, from August 12th, 1953. Some great pictures, it is like a year book from high school. Shows pictures of Bayonet training, Gas Chamber, Mess Duty, Weapons demo, and various other phases of boot camp training. The DI's were Sgt J. Williams, SDI, PFC G. Quayle JDI, T/Sgt C.W. McCoy CDI. We all had pictures taken and there were 3 platoons, 294, 295 & 296 in the book.

I've read various reports of entering boot camp, and guess the first couple days we all wondered what and the heck did we do when we signed up for 3 years. I remember thinking I've got over 1,095 days left to serve. I still treasure the old book, and fondly remember those days living in the Quonset Huts, hauling sand from the beach and raking the sand, around the Quonset hut so that it looked beautiful. We couldn't wait to get our covers and clothing to bleach out so we didn't look like raw recruits. We even washed them with salt to get them to fade out. We looked pretty good on the parade field. Three months of boot camp and one month of advanced combat training at Camp Pendleton made every one of us a mean, lean, fighting machine. That experience had an effect on my life and at 79 years old I still cherish the experience and am glad to have served the 1095 days. Semper Fi!

Sgt D B Whiting
1953-1956


Finger, Knuckles, Hands

I remember what James M Robinson was talking about with the racetrack. The DI who did that to us Plt. 119, '65 told all of us to go into the huts and get our foot lockers and to standby. When he called for each hut to form on the street, there was three huts if I remember right, my plt. was the first to be called out and anyone who was in the Corps knows what happened next. There was or were screaming, yelling, the use of words nobody ever heard of, fingers, knuckles, hands being crushed. I was lucky.

My bunk along with some other recruits were to the rear of the hut and we watched as the others tried to get through the door. From the position I was at I saw this and could not help but laugh. I know it was wrong but I think anyone who had been there would have done the same thing. This kept up for some time, it seemed like forever. Well it took some time before the guys up front figured out how to get out of that small door and out into the street.

Well there are many stories that I have read in the newsletter that bring it all back. It's a part of our lives that a person will be proud of and never, never forget.

Vic
MCRD '65


DI's Make Us Feel Better

I just finished reading the story about "tie-ties". I had forgotten about using tie-ties to hang our clothes on the line after washing them behind the barracks. I went thru MCRD Parris Island starting in July 1961. I also remember they used green, yellow, red and black flags to fly to indicate the change in daily temperature. On one day our whole platoon lined up and got our medical shots... about three in each shoulder. A few of the shots (like yellow fever) made your arm a little sore or tender. Well our DI's wanted to help us out... so with the black flag flying (temperature at 100+ degrees) he got us out behind the barracks to do some extra push-ups. Then maybe some rifle exercises with our M1's... just to make us feel better.

Semper Fi Marines,
Cpl G. Bradshaw
1941XXX 1961-1967


The Stumps

Sgt. Grit,

During my last couple of months in the Corps in 1971, while stationed at MCB 29 Palms (the stumps), some of us in our engineering company were sent to Big Bear Lake to construct a recreation area for Base Special Services. Just wondering if any of your readers have ever been there, or perhaps were involved in its construction. I was discharged before it was completed, so I never saw how it turned out.

Those couple of months were probably the best I served in the Corps. We lived in tents, had cooks who made our chow, and we ate at a couple of picnic tables set up under the trees. This was in the spring time, and it could get cold at night. At first we had one of those oil heaters in the tent, but it began leaking fuel. So we took a 55 gallon drum, made a door in it (to load wood), hooked up the smoke stack, and we then had a wood heater.

We only had one officer up there with us, I think he was a 1st luey. He was a good guy. As long as we did our job, that was all he really cared about. No inspections, P.T., marching, etc. The popular bar that we went to was called Chad's Place. One of the guy's in our unit moon lighted there as the bouncer. The band they had there (seems like it was the same one every week) would always play the song by Three Dog Night "Joy To The World".

Those were good times.

Active duty Marine, 1967-71


Boot Camp Lance Corporal

I'd like to wish a happy birthday to Tom Arvoy (1963-1967), my closest friend during my enlistment and a good friend during these past 48 years of civilian life. Born 10 November 1943, Tom is lucky enough to have two birthdays on the same day. Happy 71st and Happy 239th, Tom.

Re: Lance Corporal out of boot camp. I did some research and it appears there are some recruits who make L/Cpl out of boot camp. From what I read, the best way to do it is participate in the JROTC program during high school. Be credited with talking two (or more) other numbskulls into joining the Corps (gets you PFC). According to what I read the first two are not necessarily mandatory but they do help. Apparently the thing that will get you L/Cpl out of boot camp is to be selected as the company honor man. We need a current duty Drill Instructor for this one.

Forged on the anvil of discipline.
The Few. The Proud.
Jerry D.


Look At That Pretty Lady

My material grandfather (Stanley Moore) served in the Marines during the early 1900's. (For those of you with a historical bent: I have a photo of him dated 1914, in which he is leaning upon his 1903 .30 Cal, bolt action Springfield rifle in front of his tent, wearing a campaign cover, with a Globe and Anchor emblem in front, a canvas cartridge belt, with bayonet, and a canteen with cover hanging from it stenciled USMC in large black letters. He is dressed in khaki trousers, canvas leggings, and a dark blue shirt).

By the time I returned from 'Nam in early 1969, my grandfather was on his death bed in a facility, and my mother took me to visit him. She warned me before entering his room that he no longer recognized her, or had any memory of his past. I waited at the door to his room until my mother had entered first, at which time I heard him say, "Why look at this pretty lady come to visit me!" As I stepped through the door a couple of seconds later, my grandfather suddenly raised himself up, pointed, and exclaimed, "Why, there's a Marine wearing his expert marksman badge!".

Certain memories never die. Once a Marine, always a Marine!

CPL Ronald H. Mandell
Plt 2030, MCRD San Diego, Oct '67
1st Bridge Co, 7th Eng Battalion, 'Nam '67-'69
Retired Major, US Army


Pumpkin Carving

Thought you might want to share this... It is my understanding a Marine's wife carved this pumpkin. It took her about 16 hours.

Sgt. Dale Mills
1963-1967


Bars He Was Wearing

My brother, John L. Sanders, a WWII (Guam & Iwo Jima) Marine was recalled to active duty for Korea. Since he now had a degree from OU, he was selected for OCS and then Basic School. In the summer of 1951 my Mother and I visited him and his family in Alexander, VA. Since I would be a senior in the fall when school started he asked what my plans were. During WWII when ever we played war, I was always a Marine, so I told him I guess I would enlist in the Marine Corps after graduating from High School.

My brother had recognized Jim Weatherall at Quantico and had asked him what he was doing there. He told my brother that he was there on the NROTC program and explained the program to him. He also provided my brother with the address of NROTC MOI at OU. My brother asked me if I would like to go in as and officer. Of course I was looking at the bars he was wearing and I said: "Sure!"

I took the address he gave me and wrote a letter to the NROTC MOI at OU. The rest is history. It's great to have a Marine looking out for his baby brother.

Joe Sanders, Major USMC (ret.)


He Then Said "Go home"

Went to MCRD on March 6, 1961 and was assigned to Platoon 220. We left MCRD 3 times before graduation. 1. Going to Camp Matthews for the rifle range. 2. Going to Balboa Naval Hospital to give blood and the Navy fed us steak dinners with all the fixings. Have had many great steaks since, many a lot better, but I still remember that great meal. 3. We went to a San Diego Chargers game. They were brand new and were in the AFL playing Spring/Summer games. I don't remember who they played but it also was the most remembered football game I ever attended. For a few brief hours I felt free even though we were under the constant watch of our 3 DI's and other authority figures.

Likewise the mob from across the bay "Navy Recruits" were there. Must have been the same bunch that every one else has commented on. They couldn't march in step or anything else.

I also only did one tour and got out. Vietnam came and I thought about getting in the fight. I had volunteered to go to Vietnam in the summer of 1963. Was with B Company 3rd Amtracs and we had a company of amphibian trucks that were going to Vietnam. They were taking one Radio Tech. I wasn't chosen. Any way in 1965 I went to see the Marine Recruiter about Vietnam. He asked if I was nuts or what. I was in the Individual Ready Reserve. He told me the Corps had my address and phone number and if they needed me they would call. He then said "Go home". I went home. Always wondered about that choice. Anyway I am a Marine and Always will Be.

Semper Fi
Gerry Schemel
Cpl of Marines
195XXXX


500 Holiday Boxes For The Troops

The Women Marines Association (WMA), The Romeo Masonic Temple, the Romeo Post Office and the surrounding community comes together to pack 500 boxes to ship to our service members deployed in harm's way. On 15 November the women Marines of the Women Marines Association will once again work with the Romeo Masonic Temple and the Romeo Post office to pack up 500 holiday boxes for the troops.

The packing will be at the Romeo Masonic Temple located at 231 N. Main, Romeo, MI from 10am to 2:30pm.

The Motor City Chapter of WMA has been sending boxes to our troops since 2004. Marines taking care of our military. This support of course could never happen without the dedicated support of the community. During the holidays we always ship keeping in mind that our military service members are away from those they love. Each package, with card and letter lets them know that they are not alone. They are in the hearts of each and every American and that each box is From Romeo with Love.

As we wind down military operations they also are winding down the supplies that are sent. Most meals consist of MRE's and little more. Our troops are asking for protein items, personal hygiene items and beverage mixes. Hot chocolate and the powered instant cappuccino mixes have been requested.

Join us as we help our fellow service members. Bring your items, help us pack and share the camaraderie and Esprit. WMA ships to all branches of the military. If you can't attend you can still sponsor a box. Each box costs $15.90. Help us make a difference one box at a time. Monetary donations go 100% for postage. Donations can be brought the day of the event or sent to WMA Motor City, PO Box 590, Romeo, MI 48065. We thank you for your support.

Mary Ann Merritt
WMA National PRO
WMA MI2 Motor City


189th Marine Corps Birthday

Marine Corps Birthday 1964. I celebrated the 189th USMC Birthday with Headquarters 4th Battalion, 12th Marines on Okinawa in 1964.

It doesn't seem like its been 50 years.

PFC KEITH
2d HvyArtyRktBtry, 2d FAG
Hq Btry, 10th Marines
Hq Btry, 4th Bn, 12th Marines


Proudly Displayed

I've had my truck for a few years and have proudly displayed USMC products I've purchased from Sgt. Grit on it. I got my RV this year and as you can see I've already started with EGA's over the tail lights as well as the USMC memorial. It looks good but it would look great with a larger one of the memorial on the back though.

Jerry LaFreniere

Get the highlighted tail light decals at:

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Belleau Wood

Recently there was a lot of press on the Anniversary of WWI. We all know about Belleau Wood. This is what it looks like today courtesy of the Smithsonian Magazine.

Don Harkness


Fun Loving Jokers

Sgt Grit,

Loved reading about the 'smoking lamp' in boot camp. I remember one memorable day in boot camp, 1964. One of our DIs, it may have been SSgt Bridges, not sure, but he announced that, "The smoking lamp is lit for one cigarette!" As the smokers frantically readied themselves, the DI added, "And I'm smoking it!" Ah, it was at moments like that when I was glad I didn't smoke. Yep, sometimes those DIs were just fun-loving jokers, weren't they!

Semper Fi!
B. Lonn
MCRD San Diego, Spring, 1964


Practice Falling Down

Remember at Cherry Point Air Station - Staff NCO Witticisms - and other humorous incidents arounf the Corps!

We had an old black and white TV in the Rec Room - someone got a few old stuffed chairs and some old wooden chairs in rows before the TV. Naturally the TV shows were not like they have now - and no cable or internet then either. Remember we had shows like Halabaloo - and ShinDig - girls in tight skirts and tight sweaters dancing - and remember Joey Heatherton in a shirt skirt driving us lonely Marines with envy once a week. Marines knew how to express themselves in the way we understood each other -- One dancer had a superb backside - and Lo and Behold one S/Sgt returning from the Staff Club looked in on us lowly Marines - and took one look at the girl on the TV and commented, "Look at the Sh-tter on her." We laughed so hard we were crying and he in a one beer too many gesture - said - "Carry On Men."

We had a Gunny who held muster at the Warehouse where we worked - and he would hold mail call after he read us our daily schedules. He was harsh about being there on time and standing tall in formation - before he called us to "At Ease". One day some Corporal heads the formation and holds mail call first - then a few sh-tbirds leave formation from the rear - and the Gunny shows up and sees some have split - so he calls us to Attention and Holds another Roll Call. The Captain (Group Supply Officer, with the Master Sergeant show up to say a few words after muster.) The Corporal calls out the names - and naturally the biggest screw-up is not in formation - his name is called three times - the Gunny is p-ssed - and tells me find his sorry asz and bring Pvt. Sh-tbird to him. The moron is sitting in a stall in the head reading his mail -- I bring him back to the Formation - and the Gunny goes off on him. The Private gets written up - and I was on telephone watch during lunch time outside the Captain's Office when the Gunny is inside and overhear conversation between them - as the Captain says to the Gunny that he cannot write on Office Hours that "Private Thomaselli was in the sh-thouse reading his mail for missing a muster?"

P.S. The Private got a strong reprimand from the First Sgt. who was a great Marine and friendly with us Marines in the Squadron. The Private eventually made PFC and when the Gunny announced that Pvt. Thomaselli was now a PFC the PFC asked the tall Gunny to bend down as the new PFC wanted to tell him a secret - The Gunny bent down and crazy Tomasellli kissed him on the cheek. The Gunny went Ape Sh-t yelling and the whole formation laughed.

At the enlisted club one night - in the head - we had a urinal like a trough and about 4 Marines could shoulder with about 5 or six deep to release the beer from the pitchers we put away - One clown taps the guy in front of him to hurry him along - but the guy in front turns around sh-t-faced and urinates on 3 other Marines in line waiting.

In Washington, DC in a bar - they had a lot of servicemen as bouncers - in one bar two guys get into a shoving match and a bouncer with the Marine Corps Bulldog Tattoo - grabs them both and tells them to behave or take it outside. One guy wants the bouncer to exit with them - I took one look at the massive forearms and wide shoulders on Mr. Bulldog - and told both guys - "Why don't you two go outside and practice falling down a few times." The Marine laughs and throws them out - and asks me if I want a job there!

Bruce Bender
1963-1967 CPL
Vietnam Era Marine


General Chesty

It is a foot ferry that runs between Port Orchard and Bremerton Wa. There is also an Admiral Jack. My son-in-law is a Marine. Going on ten years.

Ann


Radar Operator

While reading an article in the most recent Sgt. Grit news I came across an article which supposedly listed all the various MOS's that were in use by the Marine Corps in Vietnam. This article was written by a Tom Tilque and gave the address of the listings. After checking to see if my mos was listed I found that the list did not list the MOS of 6741 Radar Operator. I enlisted the Marine Corps in Feb. 1958 under the "delayed entry program" and upon graduation from High School in June 1958 I was sent to MCRD San Diego where I was a part of Recruit Training Plt. 151. Upon graduation from boot camp I was sent to "aviation Prep School at NAS JAX, Fl. Upon completion of that school I was sent back out to MCRD where I was trained as a Radar Operator MOS 6741. Upon completion of Radar Operator school I was assigned to Marine Air Control Squadron - 7 at MCAF New River, NC. MACS-7 as a unit was deployed to NAS Atsugi, Japan in 1961 and upon completion of my tour in Japan I was assigned to MACS-1 at MCAF Yuma, Az. In 1964 I was sent to the FAAWTC command at Pt' Loma, San Diego where as a Cpl I was assigned (TAD) to the Ground Control Intercept Course which was a course taught my the Navy to train young Officers and Senior Petty Officers in the MOS 6709. I was the only Marine in the class and the lowest (E-4) ranking student in the class. Upon completion I was assigned a secondary MOS of 6709 and I believe at the time I was the only Cpl (E-4) in the Marines to have gone though this course. I returned to MACS-1 in Yuma where I was a Ground Controlled Intercept controller. During the next 18 months I was assigned as a Controller and on a daily bases controlled both Navy and Marine Corps pilots in the training of air intercepts, amassing approx. 2,000 intercepts while training Marine and Navy pilots flying the latest (F-4's and F-8U) type attack/fighter aircraft. In May 1966, I was transferred to MACS-7 which had now been re-deployed from NAS Atsugi, Japan to Chu-lai Vietnam and from there I was sent as the SNCO to the early warning detachment from MACS-7 at Phu-Bai Vietnam and on Feb. 26th, 1967, I was wounded during a mortar attack on the Hue/Phu-Bai airport, and due to my wounds sent back to my parent unit MACS-7 in Chu-Lai and returned home in June 1967.

After the completion of my then current enlistment in Aug 1967 I chose another line of service to our country, that of a Law Enforcement Officer and became a California Highway Patrolman and retired from the Patrol after 29 years in 1996... If there are any other members of either MACS-1 or MACS-7 out there that read these letters from Sgt. Grit, I'd like to hear from them.

Gerald A. Caughman
S/Sgt of Marines 1820xxx/6741/6709
1958-1967


From The DISBURSING CHIEF

(Vol #11, #1)

Mom interrupted. She said "I presume you are on leave. When do you have to go back?" I replied "Really, I do not have to be back until midnight on the 17th, but I think I will go back late tomorrow night and save as much leave as possible. She said "Oh, I wish you would stay longer. We haven't seen you for more than a year." I said "I'm not driving to N.Y.C. anymore. I'll be back on Friday night - between midnight and 1:00 AM - and I will be here until about 7:00 PM on Sunday." She said "Okay. That sounds good." I told her "I had not told you but I extended my enlistment for another six years on August 4th." Now back to the demise of the Hudson. I was returning to the base from N.Y.C. and had just passed Emporia, Va. when I felt too tired to continue. This had never happened before. I said "I am going to have to stop and rest for an hour - unless there is someone that would care to do the driving." There was no response. All were asleep. I pulled over to rest. When I came to a stop all got awake. I was asked why we had stopped. I said "I am too tired to drive and stopped to rest for an hour or so - unless someone would like to do the driving. The fellow on the far right, who worked in the disbursing office, said "I'll drive." He was from Brooklyn and had been sleeping since we left N.Y.C. I thought nothing of it. We changed seats. He started out and I went to sleep. We had gone only about 15 miles - had not reached Weldon, N.C. - when there was one helluva crash. All got out of the car. The Hudson was almost turned onto its right side. The left side had been ripped from the car. No one was injured. The driver of a tractor-trailer ran over to see if there was anyone hurt. Then he ran down the road to see if anyone was hurt in the other car. There was not. But the driver of that car, a 1950 Buick Roadmaster convertible, said "I don't want any police report. The semi driver said "Why not? The other driver was at fault!" He replied "The lady I am with is my boss's wife and if there is a police report I'll lose my job." The semi driver said "Tell her to get up in the cab of my truck as though she was my passenger." He called for 2 tow trucks but did not notify police. Cars headed for the base started to stop. They were shocked to see the Hudson in a ditch. He said he could take one. I told the fellow that had been driving "You get the H-ll out of here - just in case the police show up."

He was not around if there was a police response. Another car stopped. He took two more. And a third car took two more. The tow trucks arrived. The tow truck operators agreed "These two cars are a "total loss" and hauled them away. They had given me a couple of their business cards. There never was any police response. I was the last to get on my way to Camp Lejeune. I am sure you are wondering what happened. The Hudson had made a foolish attempt to pass the semi on an upgrade. The semi driver saw a car coming from the opposite direction and applied the brakes as he pulled to the right. My driver moved to the right as did the approaching car. They hit left hand headlight to left hand headlight at an estimated combined speed of about 130 M.P.H. The entire left sides of both cars were ripped off - stem to stern.

Happy Birthday and Semper Fi to 'You All'!

The old, real old, real, real old (85) Master Gunny.

Harold T. Freas, Sr.


Short Rounds

Happy 350th Birthday Royal Marines!

View the Royal Marines 350th Anniversary video.


I just finished reading this week's (29/30Oct14) issue of your fine newsletter and was pleased to see one of my TBS (class 4-66) and FtSill (class 5-66) classmates contributing. Welcome aboard, "Hoogie!"

Semper Fi!

Tom Downey
(once a captain, USMCR - always a Marine)


I was at Parris Island from July to October in 1962. Plt. 352. We used tie ties.

Charlie Ducar
Cpl. of Marines


A crash fire and rescue man has an MOS of 7051. Someone in your newsletters was asking what the designation was. In war time like Vietnam they are still crash crew men by day and guard duty at night. I am MSgt (E8) Frank Peace a former crash crew man.


Quotes

"I come in peace, I didn't bring artillery. But I am pleading with you with tears in my eyes: If you f-ck with me, I'll kill you all."
--Marine General James Mattis, to Iraqi tribal leaders.


"All growth depends upon activity. There is no development physically or intellectually without effort, and effort means work. Work is not a curse; it is the prerogative of intelligence, the only means to manhood, and the measure of civilization."
--President Calvin Coolidge


"Hell, these are Marines. Men like them held Guadalcanal and took Iwo Jima. Bagdad ain't sh-t."
--Marine Major General John F. Kelly


"We signed up knowing the risk. Those innocent people in New York didn't go to work thinking there was any kind of risk."
--Pvt. Mike Armendariz-Clark, USMC; Afghanastan, 20 September 2001 As reported on page 1 of the New York Times


"[It is an] essential, unalterable right in nature, engrafted into the British constitution as a fundamental law, and ever held sacred and irrevocable by the subjects within the realm, that what a man has honestly acquired is absolutely his own, which he may freely give, but cannot be taken from him without his consent."
--Samuel Adams, [1768]


"Private, how much rent are you collecting from the visitors living in the bore."

"Attack! Attack! Attack!"

"The best part about being a Marine is that all the sissies were weeded out."

Semper Fi, Mac!
Sgt Grit

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Tribute 2014 Corvette Stingray Z51

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Z51 Corvette on profile display with Marine Corp Flag

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 system.

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 color combination:

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 our Marines.

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.

Semper Fi!
Al DePue
Marine Corps League
Sr. Vice Commandant
MGySgt. John W. Zaengle Detachment


Racetrack

Sgt. Grit,

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.

Semper Fi,
James M. Robinson
SSgt. USMC
1965-1969
Minneapolis


Vietnam Ribbon Cover/Hat


Special Assignment

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 for him.

Capt Art Kidd
USMC Ret
1957-1977


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 football teams.

Dr J B Boren
Amarillo, TX​


Tie-Ties

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.

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?).

​Thanks
MGBGYRENE


Marines STAND

Recruits at MCRD San Diego Battalion Commander Inspection

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 like.


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.


Powder Coated Stainless Steel Lockback Folding Knife


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 with us.

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 thought!

GySgt. F. L. Rousseau, USMC Retired


I Had The Dubious Pleasure

Sgt. Grit,

Allow me, please, to reply to two recent letters in your October 23, 2014 newsletter.

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 brothers.

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 then.

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.

Semper Fi
A Former "Hat"
GySgt, USMC, (Ret)


Out-Of-Body Experience

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 (SWAK, etc.).

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 after all.

"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 mind.

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
189xxxx


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 can count.

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 signature.

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)
1960-1980


Apprentices Of War: Memoir Of A Marine Grunt

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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 required...

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
1953-1956


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 for WWII).

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 these.

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.


Taps

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.


Short Rounds

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


Hi Sgt.,

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!

Brian Stack
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!

Grimes with Marine Vets that he went to boot camp with


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.

Peter Dahlstrom


Gunny McMahon, the lyrics 'Admiration of the Nation' were replaced with 'First to Fight for Right and Freedom' around 1929/1930.

GySgt. P. Santiago
1946-1968


Sgt. Grit,

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.

Semper Fi,
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!)

​MGBGYRENE


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Scott

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Quotes

"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive."
--C.S. Lewis


"Freedom is not free, but the U.S. Marine Corps will pay most of your share."
--Ned Dolan


"[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."
--Kahlil Gibran


"An honest man can feel no pleasure in the exercise of power over his fellow citizens."
--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 no BULLSH-T."

"I'm so short I'm sleeping in a match box using a rifle patch for a blanket."

"Bends and mothers until you change the rotation of the earth!"

Fair winds and following seas.
Sgt Grit

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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 system.

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 color combination:

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 our Marines.

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.

Semper Fi!
Al DePue
Marine Corps League
Sr. Vice Commandant
MGySgt. John W. Zaengle Detachment


Racetrack

Sgt. Grit,

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.

Semper Fi,
James M. Robinson
SSgt. USMC
1965-1969
Minneapolis


Special Assignment

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 for him.

Capt Art Kidd
USMC Ret
1957-1977


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 football teams.

Dr J B Boren
Amarillo, TX​


Tie-Ties

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.

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?).

​Thanks
MGBGYRENE


Marines STAND

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 like.


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.


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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 with us.

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 thought!

GySgt. F. L. Rousseau, USMC Retired


I Had The Dubious Pleasure

Sgt. Grit,

Allow me, please, to reply to two recent letters in your October 23, 2014 newsletter.

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 brothers.

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 then.

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.

Semper Fi
A Former "Hat"
GySgt, USMC, (Ret)


Out-Of-Body Experience

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 (SWAK, etc.).

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 after all.

"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 mind.

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
189xxxx


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 can count.

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 signature.

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)
1960-1980


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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 required...

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
1953-1956


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 for WWII).

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 these.

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.


Taps

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.


Short Rounds

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


Hi Sgt.,

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!

Brian Stack
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.

Peter Dahlstrom


Gunny McMahon, the lyrics 'Admiration of the Nation' were replaced with 'First to Fight for Right and Freedom' around 1929/1930.

GySgt. P. Santiago
1946-1968


Sgt. Grit,

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.

Semper Fi,
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!)

​MGBGYRENE


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Scott

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"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive."
--C.S. Lewis


"Freedom is not free, but the U.S. Marine Corps will pay most of your share."
--Ned Dolan


"[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."
--Kahlil Gibran


"An honest man can feel no pleasure in the exercise of power over his fellow citizens."
--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 no BULLSH-T."

"I'm so short I'm sleeping in a match box using a rifle patch for a blanket."

"Bends and mothers until you change the rotation of the earth!"

Fair winds and following seas.
Sgt Grit

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36th CMC General Joseph F. Dunford

All Hail the 36th Commandant of the Marine Corps! General Joseph F. "Fighting Joe" Dunford.

Read the Commandant's message to all Marines:

Commandant's message to all Marines

Different Versions Of Marines' Hymn

Sgt Grit,

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.

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


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Please Stay Within The Yellow Box

Yellow footprints in front of escalator

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 position!


D. Atwood - I have 2 sets on the deck in my workshop - one for The Boy, and one for The Girl.

Kid on dad's footprints in workshop


M. Porter - Very funny... I love Sgt. Grit. Not personally, just his product line.


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 stairs.


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

Marine Gunnery Sergeant 1918

Sgt. Grit,

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


My Car

Tet Marine rear car view

Tet Marine rear license plate bolt

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.

Jim Kiehnle
CPL of Marines
22206xx

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My Special Creation Passed Muster

Marine holding custom ditty bag

Custom ditty bag open

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 unusable.

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!

Harriet Cook
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)

Jerry Barrett


Banana Wars

After talking to a recently discharged Marine the other night, I got to wondering how much Marine Corps history they teach in boot camp now.

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
1655---


Sports In The Marine Corps

Sgt. Grit,

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.

Semper Fi
Ron Timpanaro
091--- USMCR


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.

Gy Mac
USMC Retired


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.

Bob Shannon
GySgt USMCR 1971-1984


The Football Team From Quantico

Sgt Grit,

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 us.

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 after all.)

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 Marine."

Thanks for taking the time to publish this newsletter each week, and for the great selection of quality products you offer, and for your Service.

Semper Fi!

Henry ("Hank") Nocella
Former Marine


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.

Ken Thomas
USMC '61-'66
USMCR '73-'81
1957xxx


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 Former.

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.

Semper Fidelis,
Gary Harlan
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.

Philip Alexander

Beirut Bombing Tattoo


Private Talkative And Sgt Quiet​

Grit,

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!

Bruce Bender
USMC 1963-1967
Vietnam Era Veteran


B.S. Detector Responses

Sgt Grit,

That detector should be blowing up! First, how many of you came out of boot an E-3? Really!

Get a rope...

Sgt O.


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.

MG


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.

Semper Fi
Wayne Ingram
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 this helps.

Semper Fi,
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).

Dennis Beach
Sgt.
MCTSSA/2nd Medical Bn./25th Staff Group/HAMS-11/VMFP-3
1973-1984


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.

Paul Kelly
Sgt. of Marines
HML 167
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.

Joe Sanders
Maj USMC (ret)


Sgt. Grit,

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:

http://www.lzrussell.org/misc/mos/

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.

Tom Tilque
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, 1987-1993.

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

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.

CPL. Seledrs

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 road.

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 humongous proportions.

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

BAT plt and Flame plt Marines

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...)

Ddick


Reunions

Marines of Plt 1229, 1970 MCRD San Diego Reunite

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.


Short Rounds

Marine Survives Sniper Headshot By Inches In Afghanistan.

See video at: Marine Survives Sniper Headshot


Quotes

"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 all."
--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 around."

Semper Fi, Mac!
Sgt Grit

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Different Versions Of Marines' Hymn

Sgt Grit,

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.

Semper Fi...
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 position!


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 product line.


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 stairs.


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

Sgt. Grit,

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


My Car

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.

Jim Kiehnle
CPL of Marines
22206xx

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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 unusable.

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!

Harriet Cook
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)

Jerry Barrett


Banana Wars

After talking to a recently discharged Marine the other night, I got to wondering how much Marine Corps history they teach in boot camp now.

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
1655---


Sports In The Marine Corps

Sgt. Grit,

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.

Semper Fi
Ron Timpanaro
091--- USMCR


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.

Gy Mac
USMC Retired


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.

Bob Shannon
GySgt USMCR 1971-1984


The Football Team From Quantico

Sgt Grit,

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 us.

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 after all.)

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 Marine."

Thanks for taking the time to publish this newsletter each week, and for the great selection of quality products you offer, and for your Service.

Semper Fi!

Henry ("Hank") Nocella
Former Marine


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.

Ken Thomas
USMC '61-'66
USMCR '73-'81
1957xxx


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 Former.

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.

Semper Fidelis,
Gary Harlan
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.

Philip Alexander


Private Talkative And Sgt Quiet​

Grit,

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!

Bruce Bender
USMC 1963-1967
Vietnam Era Veteran


B.S. Detector Responses

Sgt Grit,

That detector should be blowing up! First, how many of you came out of boot an E-3? Really!

Get a rope...

Sgt O.


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.

MG


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.

Semper Fi
Wayne Ingram
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 this helps.

Semper Fi,
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).

Dennis Beach
Sgt.
MCTSSA/2nd Medical Bn./25th Staff Group/HAMS-11/VMFP-3
1973-1984


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.

Paul Kelly
Sgt. of Marines
HML 167
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.

Joe Sanders
Maj USMC (ret)


Sgt. Grit,

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:

http://www.lzrussell.org/misc/mos/

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.

Tom Tilque
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, 1987-1993.

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

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.

CPL. Seledrs

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 road.

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 humongous proportions.

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...)

Ddick


Reunions

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.


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Quotes

"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 all."
--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 around."

Semper Fi, Mac!
Sgt Grit

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1stLt Batten Tombstone

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.

Semper Fi
Norm Spilleth
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 discharged.

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.


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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!

Semper Fi
JC Angelo
1959 - 1965


Marine Football Program

Quantico and Cherry Point Marines Football Program

Quantico Marines Football Roster

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.

Jim Grimes
Sgt 1969-72


Pvt. Brown

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 we did.

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.

Semper Fi!
Jim Quam
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?

Don Ryan


1st Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment

Marines of 1st Bn 5th Marine Regiment Vietnam

Members of the 1st Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division walk along Highway 1 to make a sweep of a rice paddy in Vietnam.

(Photo courtesy of the Marine Corps/National Archives)


AHHH-HO

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.

AHHH-HO

Thomas G Hill
GySgt, USMC (Ret)


Rebuilding America One Marine At A Time

Rebuilding America Facebook Post

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...

Army Basic

R.M. Muro - Nothing comes easy. We're a breed of service, not a branch of service.


Marine phrase said by GySgt Hartman

Troy Swan


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 foot prints.


Soldier standing by truck in the field

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 cares!

United States Marine Corps Veteran here and Semper Fidelis Brothers.


D. Spencer - Please. Build faster. We are falling apart!


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Celebration Of Life

Celebration of Life by a DOC

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.

Gerry Flowers


Chicago Marine Birthday

Sgt. Grit,

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 few others!)

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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Mail Call

Mail Call in Boot Camp

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 Memories...".

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 apologize.


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.


Letter Received via Air Mail in Boot Camp 1972

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 on schedule.

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.


Short Rounds

Virtual Wall, you can search by name, state, unit etc...

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Motivation. Early.

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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!

Vic
Semper Fi


Quotes

"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits."
--Attributed to Albert Einstein


"Such is the irresistible nature of truth that all it asks, and all it wants, is the liberty of appearing."
--Thomas Paine


"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."
--Theodore Roosevelt


"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 virtue."
--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!
Sgt Grit

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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.

Semper Fi
Norm Spilleth
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 discharged.

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!

Semper Fi
JC Angelo
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.

Jim Grimes
Sgt 1969-72


Pvt. Brown

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 we did.

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.

Semper Fi!
Jim Quam
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?

Don Ryan


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 Vietnam.

(Photo courtesy of the Marine Corps/National Archives)


AHHH-HO

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.

AHHH-HO

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!"


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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.

Gerry Flowers


Chicago Marine Birthday

Sgt. Grit,

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 few others!)

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.

Thanks.

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Mail Call

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 Memories...".


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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 on schedule.

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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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!

Vic
Semper Fi


Quotes

"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits."
--Attributed to Albert Einstein


"Such is the irresistible nature of truth that all it asks, and all it wants, is the liberty of appearing."
--Thomas Paine


"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."
--Theodore Roosevelt


"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 virtue."
--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!
Sgt Grit

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Marines of MACS-2 MAG-13 at 5th Reunion 1958-1962

Summer home location of MACS-2 MAG-13 5th Reunion

The 2014 MACS-2, 5th Reunion was hosted by Cpl & Mrs. Clark McCormack at their Summer Home on the shore of Lake Jefferson, in Cleveland, Minnesota, from 25 thru 27 July 2014... MACS-2, MAG-13, 1st Marine Brigade, FMFPAC, Kaneohe Bay. We served during 1958-1962.

Clark McCormack, Don Spann, Carl Dubac, James Spinner, Tom Lutz, Dennis Skiffington, Dick McMahon, Bill Muckler, & Pete Kristall.

Pete Kristall


Marine Corps Emblem

This past weekend my wife and I were driving to the beach to take a walk. On the way we hit some metal at the side of the road and it tore a chunk out of my right rear tire. I drove carefully to a boat ramp about 60 yards away, so that I would be off the road and have room for the tire to be changed. I was calling AAA when a pickup pulling a boat came up the ramp and stopped. Fellow in his 40's jumped out and said I will change that for you. He said he saw the Marine Corps emblem on my car, (thanks to Sgt. Grit) and that is why he stopped. His father was in the Corps, as was his brother and his wife's father. He apologized that he did not join the Corps as he went right into the police academy after college and is still a police officer. To add a little more to this tale as were talking as he was leaving it turned out that I served on our local police department with his wife's father, and he knew my oldest two boys who had served as officers in this town and the town he works in.

Larry Whalen, Cpl. 1951-54

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Ice Hole

Sgt. Grit,

Since there seems to be an NTC discussion going on, I'll have to put in my 10 cents worth (cost of living increase from 2 cents). I was sent TAD on two separate occasions, the first in January, 1953 to Yeoman "B" school, a 10 week course in Gregg Simplified Shorthand. I was a Sergeant (E4), just with 4 years service; the class makeup was all Marines, including 2 WMs, instructors were a Chief and a 1st Class. Surprisingly enough, I managed to finish and wound up with a secondary MOS of 0121; recorded 2 Special Courts Martial, as I recall.

A shorthand exercise the Chief gave us once was how to catch bears in Maine: You have to wait until winter when the lakes all freeze over (you are only going to catch the dumb bears, the smart ones are hibernating); next you cut a hole in the ice, take a can of peas and line the hole and wait for the bear to show up; then when the bear comes up to take a pea, you run up behind him and kick him in the ice hole.

The second time was over 12 years later; I was stationed at MCAS, Yuma, AZ, assigned to H&HS, working at Base Headquarters. I had been promoted to SSgt (E5) in early 1957, got caught up in the reclassification and wound up as a Sgt (E5) until 1966. CO was Col. Joe McGlothlin and XO LtCol Wilson Terry.

My second trip to NTC in 1965 was to Motion Picture Operator School; the Station operator was transferred and so I was selected to go to school again. Since I was one of the few Marines at NTC, it became my "privilege" to conduct close order drill for the platoons of Navy personnel waiting to go into the mess hall. Talk about the proverbial Chinese Fire Drill, these clowns had trouble knowing which foot was their left and which was their right. It was interesting, to say the least.

After returning to Yuma, I got to operate the projector for a lot of private "R" rated films for the CO and his guests, in addition to movies at the Base Theater.

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


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Sgt Grit and Marine Veteran Derek Hendershot

Sgt Grit and Staff were recently honored with a visit by Marine Veteran Derek Hendershot. Derek is on the Board of Directors for the Vision 2 Victory program. This program is led and operated by military veterans. Following the completion of the Wall of Remembrance by Marine Veteran David Brown, which bares the names of all servicemen and women that have been KIA since the beginning of the Global War on Terrorism, Derek was tasked with touring the 2nd generation Wall all over the country.

Now that the touring of the Wall of Remembrance is drawing to a close, this team of motivated Veterans have begun fundraising to upgrade the current Wall before next year's tour kicks off. The upgrades will include replicas of the Twin Towers with iPads to allow visitors to easily access the names on the wall, to include adding LED lighting to create two towers of light at night. More images will be added to the entrance to include a wind screen mural of combat scenes, five battlefield crosses that are specific to each branch with their corresponding branch flags, as well as the POW/MIA and U.S. Flag. The names of the fallen from 1983 to present day will be added to the Wall. Yes, that means that the names of the fallen from Beirut, Desert Storm/Shield, Somalia, Afghanistan, and Iraq will all travel across the country. To top it all off, they will add a Close Encounters booth. The booth will display internet size video clips of the fallen submitted by their families and friends.

We are so glad that Derek chose to stop by en route back to Sacramento, CA, where the 2nd generation Wall of Remembrance will be retired between 10-12 November, 2014. Visit the Vision 2 Victory website, to find out about upcoming events and how you can contribute towards the 3rd generation Wall of Remembrance.

Semper Fi!


Carlson's Raiders

Grit,

I have to make a correction to my statement, Lt. Col. Carlson was embedded with the Chinese Communist after The China Marines left China who used the term Gung Ho (all together) fighting the Japanese. He was not a Communist, a devote Christian based on Socialism. This aroused suspicion in the Marine Corps. He left the Corps in 1939, in 1941 he used his White House Connections thru Capt. James Roosevelt USMC Reserves to re-enlist.

President Roosevelt had wanted a Unit somewhat like the British Commandos, At the start of World War Two, The Marine Corps did not want a Guerrilla role. First Raider Battalion formed on East Coast February 16, 1942 under Lt. Col. Merritt A. Edson, Second Raider Battalion formed on West Coast February 19, 1942 under Lt. Col. Evans F. Carlson. Both were in First Marine Division Para Marines formed up in 1940. East Coast trained at Lake Hurst N. J., West Coast trained at Camp Elliot, CA.

They were later merged into both Raider Battalions, so some Raiders were actually qualified as both. (Ira Hayes and Harlan Block flag raisers on Iwo Jima were both ).

Lt. Col. Edson led the First Raiders in the landings at Guadalcanal on August 7, 1942. Ten days later Lt. Col. Carlson and Maj. Roosevelt raided Makin Island with six Rifle Company's aboard Submarines from Hawaii, the Argonaut with Lt. Col. Carlson and 121 Marines, the Nautilus with Maj. Roosevelt with 90 Marines aboard, from the Second Raider Battalion. After returning to Hawaii the Second Raider Battalion later also landed at Guadalcanal, Lt. Col. Carlson leading the longest march. In 1944 the Raiders were disband all going to different Divisions in the Corps.

Ron Morse; I know the book title is Merritt's Raiders however The Raiders were and still are known as Carlson's Raiders as it was his concept how they trained and fought.

MGYSGT W. Schroeder
XX19137


Lifers

Sgt. Grit,

I graduated boot camp on October 9, 1964, fifty years ago. Memory of it is just as vivid now as it was then. November 10, 2014 I will celebrate my 50th Marine Corps Birthday (Camp Lejeune 2nd Marine Division parade & cake cutting was my first in November 1964). And again, the memory is vivid. Now, I know that there are many of my fellow Marines who have celebrated more USMC birthdays than I have, and I read intently the stories that they write. To them, I'm a boot. I will probably be boot to someone for as long the almighty sees fit not to call me home. I'm simply pondering how quickly the years have zipped by and how honored I feel to be a Marine.

One other subject I have been pondering. As a young PFC with Bravo Co. 1st Bn. 6th Marines, I knew and planned that I would make a career of the Marine Corps. My fellow Marines had a name for those of us who had made that choice. They called us "lifers". They would also joke about my coffee cup finger having the same hook as the company Gunny's. I never tried to deny that I intended to stay in the Marine Corps to at least get promoted to GySgt.

I frequently have the opportunity to talk to Marines of many eras who didn't stay past four years. Interestingly enough, 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. I frequently see Marine Corps stickers on cars, trucks, and vans driven by Marines who didn't stay for twenty years. Their love of the "Corps" is just as strong as it was when they were on active duty. So, what it boils down to is that I think that all Marines are "lifers" in their own way. Peer pressure is a powerful force.

Semper Fi,
A Former "Hat"
GySgt, USMC (Ret)


Don't Try It On A Marine

In reading the letter about the helo pilot that went off on his own to fight the VC, I was reminded of one I met at a B&B on Veterans day a couple of years ago.

This man told how he never finished boot camp as he was so good at unarmed combat that he was pulled out for assignment to some special secret unit. He was first sent to jungle training and upon completion of that was flown to MCRD SD and sent into a mile long Quonset hut filled with weapons and told to take his pick. He was then sent straight to RVN and turned loose on the enemy. Upon return to ConUS he was medically retired due to wounds received. Never received care as no one ever told him he could go to the VA. There were two other couples there also and to save his wife any embarrassment I remained quiet although it was not easy. You may bullsh-t AF and Navy guys but don't try it on another Marine.

SSgt Joe
RVN 66 & 67


Once A Marine, Always A Marine

Recently, on October 2nd, 2014, former talk show host, Marine and Navy veteran Montel Williams was interviewed by Fox News about his testimony in a DC hearing concerning Marine Sgt Andrew Tahmooressi who has been jailed in Mexico for over 6-months.

View the interview at: fxn.ws/1ugebAP.


Major Carlson

Sgt Grit,

Subject: Gung Ho

As I am now 76, with a memory retention of about fifteen seconds, after reading J.J. Lopez' "correction", I reread the book.

The following information in the book was all confirmed on Google.

Major Carlson spent eighteen (18) months embedded with the Eight Route Army of the Chinese Communists. On his return, he wrote a book about his experience with the Communists called: Twin Stars over China (the book is still available). Publishing the book got him a severe reprimand from the Marine Corps.

His career was saved by James Roosevelt, son of FDR. James later became a Captain in the Raiders. GUNG HO was the battle cry of the Chines troops. He later confirmed this to his Raider Bn. Carlson's son, Captain Carlson, was a contributor to the book in question: Carlson's Raid, The Daring Marine Assault on Makin Island by George W. Smith

No mention of the "Chinese Marines...

Bill McDermott
180xxxx
Dress blues, tennis shoes, and a light coat of oil...


Marine Corps Response To Terrorist Threats

Marine Corps response to terrorist threats

The Marine Corps' response to terrorist threats: Threat assessed... Target acquired... Target Elimatated... Awaiting Next Target!


Iwakuni

Memories of Iwakuni, I was stationed at Iwakuni 1955 - 56 - 57, a real long time ago. If I recall, block 8 was with a small flower garden in the center and the rooms were around it two stories high. The mess hall was run by the navy I think. The slipway was where some PT boats were kept. The navy had PBY's that used the water to land. At the base Australian Air Force was stationed, remember how they practiced landing with one prop engine shut down etc. Myself, I worked off base at the Otake supply center along with a Pfc and 2 Japanese nationals, a small forklift shop, and there were many machines. There were two gates to the base, the main and a small back gate that most of the nationals used besides the Marines. If I recall, out the main gate on the drag strip was a restaurant and bar called the Texas Steak House, it was said that it was run by someone who took a discharge in Japan. I believe in early '56 the order came down for all enlisted dependents to go back stateside.

Well this brought back a lot when I read the post about Iwakuni from an old Marine, but still a Marine!

Sgt. (ski) Nowicki


USMC Football

I too was at the Football game mentioned in the 10/2 newsletter. I also was at MCRD San Diego from Sept to Dec 1961, but in Platoon 175. The game was between the San Diego Chargers and the USMC team, and was held at Balboa stadium which was the Chargers home field at that time. Balboa stadium stood next to San Diego HS on the east side of downtown. Do not remember and details of the game as I was pre-occupied with enjoying the fleeting freedom. I also remember (I think) that it was only sailors and Marines in attendance. Also it was grey and cold. Probably about Thanksgiving timeframe. This also was the ONLY non-training event that I ever saw during boot!

Wayne Mailhiot 1980XXX
MCRDSD Plt. 175 C Co. 1st BN. RTR Sept 1961-Dec. 1961
C Co. 1st BN., 2nd ITR, Camp Pendleton Dec 14- Feb 2, 1962
H-3-11 2531 Fld. Radio operator Camp Pendleton Mar. 1962-Feb 1963
Comm-Elect School Bn. Mar 1963-Jan 1964
6641 Aviation Radar Technician AN/TPS37 MACS 1 MCAS Yuma, AZ Jan 1964-Dec 1964
TAD Comm-Elect School Bn. Dec 1964-Mar 1965
5941 Aviation Radar Technician AN/TPS34 MACS 1 MCAS Yuma, AZ Mar 1965-Jan 1966
Honorably Discharged 17 Jan 1966


The Great Guys I Had Served With

Dear Fellow Marines,

Some years back, about 3:00 AM or so on a Christmas Morning, I found myself alone with thoughts of all the great guys I had served with while an infantryman with the 3rd Marines up around Vietnam's DMZ in '68... With special regard to those many who were lost in combat. And, yes, thoughts, too, of my parents (My father was a WW II Vet) who had passed on not so long ago... Depressing time, indeed...

Granted, I was tanked up on a six-pack of Guinness and found myself staring at an 'ole typewriter in the corner of the room. No computer in those days, so I pulled out the dusty ink cartridge, rammed a fresh one in place and, simply put, began writing whatever came to mind. As you can guess, I was in a bit of a stupor and the words flowed out as free as a new found breeze... Even found some humor in a bad situation...

The first thought, and memory, that came to mind before punching the keys was a childhood one. Each Easter our rather large family of eight would visit the gravesite of mom's brother, Ensign John J. McCourt, here at Long Island's Holy Rude Cemetery. At a very young age, I was fascinated by watching the sadness and total despair of others who were also there while my parents, especially my mom, went about business (Including prayer & tidying up the site) as happy as larks in a tree. It was as if they were aware of something few could comprehend. That her brother, a WW II Navy Fighter Pilot who had lost his life in the closing months of the war, and all the others were somehow, someway, O.K. That there was much, much, more to this life that has yet to be touched on or tapped into. And, of course, the enormous possibilities that "Do Exist"... To swipe a quote from Bobby Kennedy: "Some People Dream Of Things That Exist And Say, "Why...?" Others Dream Of That Which Does Not Exist And Say, "Why Not...?"

To make a long story a bit longer, thought I'd share, and enclose below, that story and the possibility (CARES) presented in the story's conclusion... Hope yourselves, and anyone else out there who has lost a loved one or friend, find some share of both hope and solace in the words. No doubt, some may think me quite the nut case but, screw it... I sometimes wonder if a teenager named Christopher Columbus was a bit tanked up (Not sure if Guinness existed in those days) while he stared through a telescope, watched the 50 foot mast of a sailing ship slowly sink into the horizon and came to realize that something out there was curved. By Golly...! The World Is Round...! And, of course, the most respected intellects of the time hung up on their "world is flat" definition wrote him off. At least for a while...

Do I believe that CARES represents a viable possibility...? And do I believe that some would think of the scenario as about as goof-ball, ridiculous and unbelieving as it can get...? The answer to both is yes... Do I really give a hoot what those representing the latter think...? Nope.

After all, "Even We Marines Can Get Philosophical at times."

Sincerest of regards & Semper Fidelis
(Always Faithful)
Mike Regan


Keepin' The Faith

A Marine Corps Christmas Story

The story regards a small group of Marines, haggard and tired from day's events, sitting at their jungle outpost as night approaches and attempting to find solace after the loss of friends in battle. Ceremony, designed to sooth, and which normally surrounds loss of those close to us is not to be. Mingling among family and friends at the wake, kind words from the preacher, the funeral procession to the cemetery for more kind words and capped off with roast turkey, drinks and even a bit of laughter as the pleasant memories take over. To be able to pay respect. In a proper way, to a friend. None of this was to be. Simply there one moment, with talk of the future and, of course, tales about the incredible babes back in "The World". And gone the next moment, with the unceremonious zipping of a body bag.

For reasons only an infantryman can fathom, the talk turns to the atom. It seems, according to one Marine, that everything as we know it, the wind, the rain, the hub cap off a '55 Chevy, even those of us, are made up of different combinations of only eighty some odd atoms. Each with its select number of electrons orbiting at various levels above a proton/neutron nucleus.

"Did ya' know?", he adds, "That the ratio of the nearest electron to its nucleus is greater in distance as compared to the earth from the sun." His friends are impressed. "Not only would you need a million atoms, piled on top of each other, to equal the thickness of a page, but to be able to compress the electrons into the nucleus would also mean that you could fit an entire sky-scraper into the eraser head of a pencil." Now his friends are amazed.

A few moments of silence... "Kinda' makes you wonder about the guys.", another Marine suggests. "I mean, if all those millions of bucks were spent to split a single atom, are they really dead? Seems to me that those electrons are still goin' through a spin cycle."

Discussion continues, cigarettes are smoked in cupped hands and, bingo, ARE is founded. Atomic Recovery Employment systems. Until someone pointed out that ---- ------- would be ticked off if recovered with the head of a moose. A brief, and respectful, moment of laughter, and they pondered some more.

To the scientist, there is the atom. To the theologian, there is spirit. To that young group of Marines, having found their solace, there is Comparable Atomic Recovery Employment systems. CARE.

"Geeeze...!!! Where Is Thomas Alva Edison When You Need Him...!!!"

Seeming to sum things up, one of the Marines who has remained silent throughout, simply listening, finally speaks. "You guys are gonna' think me wacko on this one, but when I was a kid my family went on a cross-country trip and at one point, I found myself in one of those rare moments in a large family. I was standing alone with my dad. We were at the very lip of the Grand Canyon, gazing at the incredible beauty, when he says to me, completely out of the blue, and we're not talking a religious fanatic here, "Ya' know, sport, I think this is what Jesus Christ had in mind when He said, probably in frustration, "The Kingdom of Heaven is here, now."

Heads nod, cigarettes are snuffed, and talk comes to an end as a Marine glances at his watch, stands with an M-16, and heads off to guard duty.

"Catch you guys later", he concludes.

Semper Fi,
Mike Regan
Infantry Squad Leader
Hotel Company
2nd Platoon
2nd Battalion
3rd Regiment
3rd Marine Division
Vietnam's DMZ
Christmas Day,
1968


Bumper Sticker Speech

Marine Corps Birthday Ball 2013

Sgt. Grit, I wanted to share this speech my father, GySgt Richard N. Steiner, gave during our 237th Marine Corps Birthday Ceremony. Attached is a photo of the Marines from Fox Co., 2nd Battalion, 23rd Marines Salt Lake City, UT, escorting the best birthday cake I've ever seen! You guys helped make this year's charity a success. Thank you for all your support Sgt! Semper Fi!

My son Jeff asked me to give a short talk on the Marine Corps Birthday. I thought I would do it with Marine Corps Bumper stickers. On November 10, 1775, the Marine Corps was founded in a small tavern in Philadelphia. The founders believed in "Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Anybody Who Threatened It." They were determined that "America, be the Home of the Free Because of the Brave," and they were bound and determined to "Provide Enemies of America an Opportunity to Die for Their Country since 1775." Who here can tell me what day the US Army birthday is on? Or the US Navy? Or the Air Force? Or how about the French Foreign Legion? Other services don't celebrate their birthdays like we do.

Every year on November 10th there are hundreds of Marine Corps balls, and Marine Corps Birthday celebrations throughout America, in many of the other nations of this world, and even aboard US Ships on the seven seas. How many of the US services even celebrate their existence at all other than the United States Marine Corps? We, on the other hand, celebrate our service openly, proudly displaying the Eagle, Globe and Anchor and adorning our cars with unique bumper stickers reminding others and ourselves of who we are.

What makes the Marines different? In 1969, I was in the Ashau Valley, Vietnam, with "The 1st Battalion, 9th Marines, the Walking Dead". We were in the bush for 63 straight days, engaging the enemy every day. Part of our duty was to go through the personal effects of the dead NVA we found finding anything that would provide intel for us. I did a lot of that, and found that the NVA approached the Marine units in Vietnam entirely differently than other military units. The NVA respected them, but they feared Marine Corps units. They knew they could fragment many military units with relative ease, and that Marine Corps units were much harder to fragment, and the NVA needed much stronger firepower and more soldiers to fight against them. Marines know that hero's don't win wars, that armies do. We don't fragment. We know that the key to military success is teamwork. From the first day a Marine enters boot camp, he is taught to forget everything civilian he knows and how to become part of a team. Boot Camp is "Just Another Day in Paradise – USMC" and that "All Men are Created Equal,but a Few Become Marines." Marines win battles and wars because Marines follow orders, and follow them without question. To a Marine, the success of his unit is everything. There is plenty of room for heroics, but the welfare of his fire team, squad, platoon, company and battalion come first. We know that "Failure is Not an Option."

The Marines are a force to be feared. We believe "A Dead Enemy is a Peaceful Enemy, and Blessed be the Peacekeepers." We believe that "We are in the Azs Kicking Business and Business is Good." We believe that you "Should Not Wish Ill for Your Enemy, but Should Plan It." In terms of battle strategy Marines believe "Gun Control is Hitting Your Target" that "When in Doubt, Empty the Magazine" that "Happiness is a Belt-fed Weapon" and we believe that "Artillery Brings Dignity to What Would Otherwise Just Be a Brawl."

On a more serious note Marines always live in the shadow of death. Every Marine knows that death may be required of him to protect the other men of his unit, and to ensure victory to the battle. Marines don't pray for their own safety, they pray for the strength to do their job. That, folks, is what makes us different. Marines are "Brothers to the End", we believe that "Death Smiles at Everyone, but Marines Smile Back" We also firmly believe that "He Who Shed Blood With Me Shall Forever Be My Brother" that "All Give Some, and Some Give All" and that "There is No Such Thing as a Former Marine." That is why we are here tonight.

Marines don't question whether wars or police actions are right or wrong. We simply carry out the wishes of those who make those decisions. "People Sleep Peacefully In Their Beds at Night Because Rough Men Stand Ready To Do Violence On Their Behalf." We know that in many instances "America Is Not At War, America's Military Is At War. America Is At The Mall". We know that "Pacifism is a Luxury Paid For By Warriors" and that "Patriotic Dissent Is A Luxury Of Those Protected By Better Men Than They." But we also know "You Only Have The Rights You Are Willing To Fight For", and we understand to the fullest that "For Those Who Fought For It, Freedom Has A Flavor The Protected Will Never Know".

Marines are a special breed. We know "Some People Spend An Entire Lifetime Wondering If They Made A Difference. The Marines Don't Have That Problem." We know that America is "One Nation Under God and His Marines Standing Guard." Marines know that "Once a Marine. Always A Marine" and that "Semper Fidelis Is Not Just a Saying, It Is a Way Of Life". When all is over, and said and done a Marine can say "You Will Die, but I Will Die A Marine"

To this we say "Oohrah... It's a Marine thang". Semper Fi. Let the Birthday Celebration begin.

Jeff Steiner


Old M-1's

Sgt. Grit,

I have a request. Our local "Korean" Honor Guard that performs at many occasions... But mainly Military Funerals has a BIG one.

Their OLD M-1 rifles have become UN-useable, they no longer fire and therefore not allowing the final gun salute.

Could you put the word out and help me in finding about 6 to 8 still workable M-1's.

These are some of the Greatest Service men doing so much for our departing Military people.

Thank You, Ernie Brindley USMC
1962-1966 Vietnam Vet
Contact: ernie237[at]embarqmail.com


Capture The Envelope

Some of us are old enough to remember 'Air Mail'... supposedly faster, more expensive stamps, lighter weight stationery that was 'special' for Air Mail (mostly marketing... might have mattered when air mail pilots were still wearing goggles in their biplanes... by the sixties, lots of 'air mail' was flying in fast trucks...) DI's might launch such a letter into the air... and woe be too he who did not successfully capture the envelope whilst it was airborne. There were other abbreviations, intended to be 'cutesy' that would show up from time to time. "DDL DSDB" being one in particular that called for a letter back asking for an interpretation. Turned out, it was for "Deliver De Letter, De Sooner De Better"... SWAK could also lead to a question from the DI... "does this mean 'swabbed with a (common feminine hygiene product, trade-marked, begins with a "K")... and you expect ME to handle this, maggot?". Once caught a smuggling operation that involved a recruit who got a lot of mail... every day, sometimes two a day from the same correspondent... ordinary looking letters, nothing to draw attention on the outside of the envelope... just happened to feel some stiffness in the envelope, different from a stick of gum... had the recipient open it on the spot... he and his main squeeze were well along in the process of moving a 52-card deck of playing cards into MCRD... one card at a time... (don't think it was the poser who claimed to have played cards with his DI, tho...) Worst thing about gum was the foil wrapper... "I didn't say un-wrap it, sh-t-for-brains... I said CHEW it!"... foil, in contact with dental fillings, generates an electrical current... and that hurts... more fillings, more pain... So, if you were at ease enough to watch the DI handle the mail... and noticed that he seemed to flex envelopes a bit... now you know why!

Ddick


Reunions

MEGA

The Marine Embassy Guard Association will be holding their Annual Reunion in Providence, RI on June 3rd through June 7th, 2015.

For Information, go to embassymarine.org.

Semper Fi,
Denny Krause
Sgt. "62 - "68


Lost and Found

Looking for John Champion, Brownsville, TX. Korea 1954 to 1955, MACS-3 or any other GRUNT.

Cpl. Paul Dougherty USMC


Short Rounds

"How do I leave positive feedback for my recent order? My shirt brought memories and pride, got to me fast, and I just want to say that one of the Marines' mottos is "First to fight." Yours should be "First to deliver!" Outstanding job. I will be a repeat customer."

Paul B.


Jim asked if anyone ever was on the USS Walker Troop Ship. Myself and 5000 other Marines were on our way to Korea. Landed at Inchon Port back then. We also used the rope ladder to disembark. We used barges to come ashore.


According to Wikipedia there have been 19 men awarded two medals of honor. Of these 14 were for two separate actions.

See the attached link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Two-time_Medal_of_Honor_recipients

One of the most notable was Tom Custer, brother of George Custer. Tom was killed at the Battle of the Little Bighorn.

Jim Grimes


Quotes

"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."
--Theodore Roosevelt


"[I]f industry and labour are left to take their own course, they will generally be directed to those objects which are the most productive, and this in a more certain and direct manner than the wisdom of the most enlightened legislature could point out."
--James Madison, 1789


"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 virtue."
--Admiral Chester W. Nimitz


"History, in general, only informs us what bad government is."
--Thomas Jefferson, 1807


"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."
--James Mattis


"Who is that tapping on my door?, I can't hear you turd!"

"Assume the dead bug position!" "Ready fall!" "Get down & Get up!"

"Get your little red books out & put it up to your face!"

Fair winds and following seas.
Semper Fi!
Sgt Grit

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Sgt Grit Newsletter - 09 OCT 2014

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The 2014 MACS-2, 5th Reunion was hosted by Cpl & Mrs. Clark McCormack at their Summer Home on the shore of Lake Jefferson, in Cleveland, Minnesota, from 25 thru 27 July 2014... MACS-2, MAG-13, 1st Marine Brigade, FMFPAC, Kaneohe Bay. We served during 1958-1962.

Clark McCormack, Don Spann, Carl Dubac, James Spinner, Tom Lutz, Dennis Skiffington, Dick McMahon, Bill Muckler, & Pete Kristall.

Pete Kristall


Marine Corps Emblem

This past weekend my wife and I were driving to the beach to take a walk. On the way we hit some metal at the side of the road and it tore a chunk out of my right rear tire. I drove carefully to a boat ramp about 60 yards away, so that I would be off the road and have room for the tire to be changed. I was calling AAA when a pickup pulling a boat came up the ramp and stopped. Fellow in his 40's jumped out and said I will change that for you. He said he saw the Marine Corps emblem on my car, (thanks to Sgt. Grit) and that is why he stopped. His father was in the Corps, as was his brother and his wife's father. He apologized that he did not join the Corps as he went right into the police academy after college and is still a police officer. To add a little more to this tale as were talking as he was leaving it turned out that I served on our local police department with his wife's father, and he knew my oldest two boys who had served as officers in this town and the town he works in.

Larry Whalen, Cpl. 1951-54

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Ice Hole

Sgt. Grit,

Since there seems to be an NTC discussion going on, I'll have to put in my 10 cents worth (cost of living increase from 2 cents). I was sent TAD on two separate occasions, the first in January, 1953 to Yeoman "B" school, a 10 week course in Gregg Simplified Shorthand. I was a Sergeant (E4), just with 4 years service; the class makeup was all Marines, including 2 WMs, instructors were a Chief and a 1st Class. Surprisingly enough, I managed to finish and wound up with a secondary MOS of 0121; recorded 2 Special Courts Martial, as I recall.

A shorthand exercise the Chief gave us once was how to catch bears in Maine: You have to wait until winter when the lakes all freeze over (you are only going to catch the dumb bears, the smart ones are hibernating); next you cut a hole in the ice, take a can of peas and line the hole and wait for the bear to show up; then when the bear comes up to take a pea, you run up behind him and kick him in the ice hole.

The second time was over 12 years later; I was stationed at MCAS, Yuma, AZ, assigned to H&HS, working at Base Headquarters. I had been promoted to SSgt (E5) in early 1957, got caught up in the reclassification and wound up as a Sgt (E5) until 1966. CO was Col. Joe McGlothlin and XO LtCol Wilson Terry.

My second trip to NTC in 1965 was to Motion Picture Operator School; the Station operator was transferred and so I was selected to go to school again. Since I was one of the few Marines at NTC, it became my "privilege" to conduct close order drill for the platoons of Navy personnel waiting to go into the mess hall. Talk about the proverbial Chinese Fire Drill, these clowns had trouble knowing which foot was their left and which was their right. It was interesting, to say the least.

After returning to Yuma, I got to operate the projector for a lot of private "R" rated films for the CO and his guests, in addition to movies at the Base Theater.

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


Vision 2 Victory

Sgt Grit and Staff were recently honored with a visit by Marine Veteran Derek Hendershot. Derek is on the Board of Directors for the Vision 2 Victory program. This program is led and operated by military veterans. Following the completion of the Wall of Remembrance by Marine Veteran David Brown, which bares the names of all servicemen and women that have been KIA since the beginning of the Global War on Terrorism, Derek was tasked with touring the 2nd generation Wall all over the country.

Now that the touring of the Wall of Remembrance is drawing to a close, this team of motivated Veterans have begun fundraising to upgrade the current Wall before next year's tour kicks off. The upgrades will include replicas of the Twin Towers with iPads to allow visitors to easily access the names on the wall, to include adding LED lighting to create two towers of light at night. More images will be added to the entrance to include a wind screen mural of combat scenes, five battlefield crosses that are specific to each branch with their corresponding branch flags, as well as the POW/MIA and U.S. Flag. The names of the fallen from 1983 to present day will be added to the Wall. Yes, that means that the names of the fallen from Beirut, Desert Storm/Shield, Somalia, Afghanistan, and Iraq will all travel across the country. To top it all off, they will add a Close Encounters booth. The booth will display internet size video clips of the fallen submitted by their families and friends.

We are so glad that Derek chose to stop by en route back to Sacramento, CA, where the 2nd generation Wall of Remembrance will be retired between 10-12 November, 2014. Visit the Vision 2 Victory website, to find out about upcoming events and how you can contribute towards the 3rd generation Wall of Remembrance.

Semper Fi!


Carlson's Raiders

Grit,

I have to make a correction to my statement, Lt. Col. Carlson was embedded with the Chinese Communist after The China Marines left China who used the term Gung Ho (all together) fighting the Japanese. He was not a Communist, a devote Christian based on Socialism. This aroused suspicion in the Marine Corps. He left the Corps in 1939, in 1941 he used his White House Connections thru Capt. James Roosevelt USMC Reserves to re-enlist.

President Roosevelt had wanted a Unit somewhat like the British Commandos, At the start of World War Two, The Marine Corps did not want a Guerrilla role. First Raider Battalion formed on East Coast February 16, 1942 under Lt. Col. Merritt A. Edson, Second Raider Battalion formed on West Coast February 19, 1942 under Lt. Col. Evans F. Carlson. Both were in First Marine Division Para Marines formed up in 1940. East Coast trained at Lake Hurst N. J., West Coast trained at Camp Elliot, CA.

They were later merged into both Raider Battalions, so some Raiders were actually qualified as both. (Ira Hayes and Harlan Block flag raisers on Iwo Jima were both ).

Lt. Col. Edson led the First Raiders in the landings at Guadalcanal on August 7, 1942. Ten days later Lt. Col. Carlson and Maj. Roosevelt raided Makin Island with six Rifle Company's aboard Submarines from Hawaii, the Argonaut with Lt. Col. Carlson and 121 Marines, the Nautilus with Maj. Roosevelt with 90 Marines aboard, from the Second Raider Battalion. After returning to Hawaii the Second Raider Battalion later also landed at Guadalcanal, Lt. Col. Carlson leading the longest march. In 1944 the Raiders were disband all going to different Divisions in the Corps.

Ron Morse; I know the book title is Merritt's Raiders however The Raiders were and still are known as Carlson's Raiders as it was his concept how they trained and fought.

MGYSGT W. Schroeder
XX19137


Lifers

Sgt. Grit,

I graduated boot camp on October 9, 1964, fifty years ago. Memory of it is just as vivid now as it was then. November 10, 2014 I will celebrate my 50th Marine Corps Birthday (Camp Lejeune 2nd Marine Division parade & cake cutting was my first in November 1964). And again, the memory is vivid. Now, I know that there are many of my fellow Marines who have celebrated more USMC birthdays than I have, and I read intently the stories that they write. To them, I'm a boot. I will probably be boot to someone for as long the almighty sees fit not to call me home. I'm simply pondering how quickly the years have zipped by and how honored I feel to be a Marine.

One other subject I have been pondering. As a young PFC with Bravo Co. 1st Bn. 6th Marines, I knew and planned that I would make a career of the Marine Corps. My fellow Marines had a name for those of us who had made that choice. They called us "lifers". They would also joke about my coffee cup finger having the same hook as the company Gunny's. I never tried to deny that I intended to stay in the Marine Corps to at least get promoted to GySgt.

I frequently have the opportunity to talk to Marines of many eras who didn't stay past four years. Interestingly enough, 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. I frequently see Marine Corps stickers on cars, trucks, and vans driven by Marines who didn't stay for twenty years. Their love of the "Corps" is just as strong as it was when they were on active duty. So, what it boils down to is that I think that all Marines are "lifers" in their own way. Peer pressure is a powerful force.

Semper Fi,
A Former "Hat"
GySgt, USMC (Ret)


Don't Try It On A Marine

In reading the letter about the helo pilot that went off on his own to fight the VC, I was reminded of one I met at a B&B on Veterans day a couple of years ago.

This man told how he never finished boot camp as he was so good at unarmed combat that he was pulled out for assignment to some special secret unit. He was first sent to jungle training and upon completion of that was flown to MCRD SD and sent into a mile long Quonset hut filled with weapons and told to take his pick. He was then sent straight to RVN and turned loose on the enemy. Upon return to ConUS he was medically retired due to wounds received. Never received care as no one ever told him he could go to the VA. There were two other couples there also and to save his wife any embarrassment I remained quiet although it was not easy. You may bullsh-t AF and Navy guys but don't try it on another Marine.

SSgt Joe
RVN 66 & 67


Once A Marine, Always A Marine

Recently, on October 2nd, 2014, former talk show host, Marine and Navy veteran Montel Williams was interviewed by Fox News about his testimony in a DC hearing concerning Marine Sgt Andrew Tahmooressi who has been jailed in Mexico for over 6-months.

View the interview at: fxn.ws/1ugebAP.


Major Carlson

Sgt Grit,

Subject: Gung Ho

As I am now 76, with a memory retention of about fifteen seconds, after reading J.J. Lopez' "correction", I reread the book.

The following information in the book was all confirmed on Google.

Major Carlson spent eighteen (18) months embedded with the Eight Route Army of the Chinese Communists. On his return, he wrote a book about his experience with the Communists called: Twin Stars over China (the book is still available). Publishing the book got him a severe reprimand from the Marine Corps.

His career was saved by James Roosevelt, son of FDR. James later became a Captain in the Raiders. GUNG HO was the battle cry of the Chines troops. He later confirmed this to his Raider Bn. Carlson's son, Captain Carlson, was a contributor to the book in question: Carlson's Raid, The Daring Marine Assault on Makin Island by George W. Smith

No mention of the "Chinese Marines...

Bill McDermott
180xxxx
Dress blues, tennis shoes, and a light coat of oil...


Marine Corps Response To Terrorist Threats

The Marine Corps' response to terrorist threats: Threat assessed... Target acquired... Target Elimatated... Awaiting Next Target!


Iwakuni

Memories of Iwakuni, I was stationed at Iwakuni 1955 - 56 - 57, a real long time ago. If I recall, block 8 was with a small flower garden in the center and the rooms were around it two stories high. The mess hall was run by the navy I think. The slipway was where some PT boats were kept. The navy had PBY's that used the water to land. At the base Australian Air Force was stationed, remember how they practiced landing with one prop engine shut down etc. Myself, I worked off base at the Otake supply center along with a Pfc and 2 Japanese nationals, a small forklift shop, and there were many machines. There were two gates to the base, the main and a small back gate that most of the nationals used besides the Marines. If I recall, out the main gate on the drag strip was a restaurant and bar called the Texas Steak House, it was said that it was run by someone who took a discharge in Japan. I believe in early '56 the order came down for all enlisted dependents to go back stateside.

Well this brought back a lot when I read the post about Iwakuni from an old Marine, but still a Marine!

Sgt. (ski) Nowicki


USMC Football

I too was at the Football game mentioned in the 10/2 newsletter. I also was at MCRD San Diego from Sept to Dec 1961, but in Platoon 175. The game was between the San Diego Chargers and the USMC team, and was held at Balboa stadium which was the Chargers home field at that time. Balboa stadium stood next to San Diego HS on the east side of downtown. Do not remember and details of the game as I was pre-occupied with enjoying the fleeting freedom. I also remember (I think) that it was only sailors and Marines in attendance. Also it was grey and cold. Probably about Thanksgiving timeframe. This also was the ONLY non-training event that I ever saw during boot!

Wayne Mailhiot 1980XXX
MCRDSD Plt. 175 C Co. 1st BN. RTR Sept 1961-Dec. 1961
C Co. 1st BN., 2nd ITR, Camp Pendleton Dec 14- Feb 2, 1962
H-3-11 2531 Fld. Radio operator Camp Pendleton Mar. 1962-Feb 1963
Comm-Elect School Bn. Mar 1963-Jan 1964
6641 Aviation Radar Technician AN/TPS37 MACS 1 MCAS Yuma, AZ Jan 1964-Dec 1964
TAD Comm-Elect School Bn. Dec 1964-Mar 1965
5941 Aviation Radar Technician AN/TPS34 MACS 1 MCAS Yuma, AZ Mar 1965-Jan 1966
Honorably Discharged 17 Jan 1966


The Great Guys I Had Served With

Dear Fellow Marines,

Some years back, about 3:00 AM or so on a Christmas Morning, I found myself alone with thoughts of all the great guys I had served with while an infantryman with the 3rd Marines up around Vietnam's DMZ in '68... With special regard to those many who were lost in combat. And, yes, thoughts, too, of my parents (My father was a WW II Vet) who had passed on not so long ago... Depressing time, indeed...

Granted, I was tanked up on a six-pack of Guinness and found myself staring at an 'ole typewriter in the corner of the room. No computer in those days, so I pulled out the dusty ink cartridge, rammed a fresh one in place and, simply put, began writing whatever came to mind. As you can guess, I was in a bit of a stupor and the words flowed out as free as a new found breeze... Even found some humor in a bad situation...

The first thought, and memory, that came to mind before punching the keys was a childhood one. Each Easter our rather large family of eight would visit the gravesite of mom's brother, Ensign John J. McCourt, here at Long Island's Holy Rude Cemetery. At a very young age, I was fascinated by watching the sadness and total despair of others who were also there while my parents, especially my mom, went about business (Including prayer & tidying up the site) as happy as larks in a tree. It was as if they were aware of something few could comprehend. That her brother, a WW II Navy Fighter Pilot who had lost his life in the closing months of the war, and all the others were somehow, someway, O.K. That there was much, much, more to this life that has yet to be touched on or tapped into. And, of course, the enormous possibilities that "Do Exist"... To swipe a quote from Bobby Kennedy: "Some People Dream Of Things That Exist And Say, "Why...?" Others Dream Of That Which Does Not Exist And Say, "Why Not...?"

To make a long story a bit longer, thought I'd share, and enclose below, that story and the possibility (CARES) presented in the story's conclusion... Hope yourselves, and anyone else out there who has lost a loved one or friend, find some share of both hope and solace in the words. No doubt, some may think me quite the nut case but, screw it... I sometimes wonder if a teenager named Christopher Columbus was a bit tanked up (Not sure if Guinness existed in those days) while he stared through a telescope, watched the 50 foot mast of a sailing ship slowly sink into the horizon and came to realize that something out there was curved. By Golly...! The World Is Round...! And, of course, the most respected intellects of the time hung up on their "world is flat" definition wrote him off. At least for a while...

Do I believe that CARES represents a viable possibility...? And do I believe that some would think of the scenario as about as goof-ball, ridiculous and unbelieving as it can get...? The answer to both is yes... Do I really give a hoot what those representing the latter think...? Nope.

After all, "Even We Marines Can Get Philosophical at times."

Sincerest of regards & Semper Fidelis
(Always Faithful)
Mike Regan


Keepin' The Faith

A Marine Corps Christmas Story

The story regards a small group of Marines, haggard and tired from day's events, sitting at their jungle outpost as night approaches and attempting to find solace after the loss of friends in battle. Ceremony, designed to sooth, and which normally surrounds loss of those close to us is not to be. Mingling among family and friends at the wake, kind words from the preacher, the funeral procession to the cemetery for more kind words and capped off with roast turkey, drinks and even a bit of laughter as the pleasant memories take over. To be able to pay respect. In a proper way, to a friend. None of this was to be. Simply there one moment, with talk of the future and, of course, tales about the incredible babes back in "The World". And gone the next moment, with the unceremonious zipping of a body bag.

For reasons only an infantryman can fathom, the talk turns to the atom. It seems, according to one Marine, that everything as we know it, the wind, the rain, the hub cap off a '55 Chevy, even those of us, are made up of different combinations of only eighty some odd atoms. Each with its select number of electrons orbiting at various levels above a proton/neutron nucleus.

"Did ya' know?", he adds, "That the ratio of the nearest electron to its nucleus is greater in distance as compared to the earth from the sun." His friends are impressed. "Not only would you need a million atoms, piled on top of each other, to equal the thickness of a page, but to be able to compress the electrons into the nucleus would also mean that you could fit an entire sky-scraper into the eraser head of a pencil." Now his friends are amazed.

A few moments of silence... "Kinda' makes you wonder about the guys.", another Marine suggests. "I mean, if all those millions of bucks were spent to split a single atom, are they really dead? Seems to me that those electrons are still goin' through a spin cycle."

Discussion continues, cigarettes are smoked in cupped hands and, bingo, ARE is founded. Atomic Recovery Employment systems. Until someone pointed out that ---- ------- would be ticked off if recovered with the head of a moose. A brief, and respectful, moment of laughter, and they pondered some more.

To the scientist, there is the atom. To the theologian, there is spirit. To that young group of Marines, having found their solace, there is Comparable Atomic Recovery Employment systems. CARE.

"Geeeze...!!! Where Is Thomas Alva Edison When You Need Him...!!!"

Seeming to sum things up, one of the Marines who has remained silent throughout, simply listening, finally speaks. "You guys are gonna' think me wacko on this one, but when I was a kid my family went on a cross-country trip and at one point, I found myself in one of those rare moments in a large family. I was standing alone with my dad. We were at the very lip of the Grand Canyon, gazing at the incredible beauty, when he says to me, completely out of the blue, and we're not talking a religious fanatic here, "Ya' know, sport, I think this is what Jesus Christ had in mind when He said, probably in frustration, "The Kingdom of Heaven is here, now."

Heads nod, cigarettes are snuffed, and talk comes to an end as a Marine glances at his watch, stands with an M-16, and heads off to guard duty.

"Catch you guys later", he concludes.

Semper Fi,
Mike Regan
Infantry Squad Leader
Hotel Company
2nd Platoon
2nd Battalion
3rd Regiment
3rd Marine Division
Vietnam's DMZ
Christmas Day,
1968


Bumper Sticker Speech

Sgt. Grit, I wanted to share this speech my father, GySgt Richard N. Steiner, gave during our 237th Marine Corps Birthday Ceremony. Attached is a photo of the Marines from Fox Co., 2nd Battalion, 23rd Marines Salt Lake City, UT, escorting the best birthday cake I've ever seen! You guys helped make this year's charity a success. Thank you for all your support Sgt! Semper Fi!

My son Jeff asked me to give a short talk on the Marine Corps Birthday. I thought I would do it with Marine Corps Bumper stickers. On November 10, 1775, the Marine Corps was founded in a small tavern in Philadelphia. The founders believed in "Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Anybody Who Threatened It." They were determined that "America, be the Home of the Free Because of the Brave," and they were bound and determined to "Provide Enemies of America an Opportunity to Die for Their Country since 1775." Who here can tell me what day the US Army birthday is on? Or the US Navy? Or the Air Force? Or how about the French Foreign Legion? Other services don't celebrate their birthdays like we do.

Every year on November 10th there are hundreds of Marine Corps balls, and Marine Corps Birthday celebrations throughout America, in many of the other nations of this world, and even aboard US Ships on the seven seas. How many of the US services even celebrate their existence at all other than the United States Marine Corps? We, on the other hand, celebrate our service openly, proudly displaying the Eagle, Globe and Anchor and adorning our cars with unique bumper stickers reminding others and ourselves of who we are.

What makes the Marines different? In 1969, I was in the Ashau Valley, Vietnam, with "The 1st Battalion, 9th Marines, the Walking Dead". We were in the bush for 63 straight days, engaging the enemy every day. Part of our duty was to go through the personal effects of the dead NVA we found finding anything that would provide intel for us. I did a lot of that, and found that the NVA approached the Marine units in Vietnam entirely differently than other military units. The NVA respected them, but they feared Marine Corps units. They knew they could fragment many military units with relative ease, and that Marine Corps units were much harder to fragment, and the NVA needed much stronger firepower and more soldiers to fight against them. Marines know that hero's don't win wars, that armies do. We don't fragment. We know that the key to military success is teamwork. From the first day a Marine enters boot camp, he is taught to forget everything civilian he knows and how to become part of a team. Boot Camp is "Just Another Day in Paradise – USMC" and that "All Men are Created Equal,but a Few Become Marines." Marines win battles and wars because Marines follow orders, and follow them without question. To a Marine, the success of his unit is everything. There is plenty of room for heroics, but the welfare of his fire team, squad, platoon, company and battalion come first. We know that "Failure is Not an Option."

The Marines are a force to be feared. We believe "A Dead Enemy is a Peaceful Enemy, and Blessed be the Peacekeepers." We believe that "We are in the Azs Kicking Business and Business is Good." We believe that you "Should Not Wish Ill for Your Enemy, but Should Plan It." In terms of battle strategy Marines believe "Gun Control is Hitting Your Target" that "When in Doubt, Empty the Magazine" that "Happiness is a Belt-fed Weapon" and we believe that "Artillery Brings Dignity to What Would Otherwise Just Be a Brawl."

On a more serious note Marines always live in the shadow of death. Every Marine knows that death may be required of him to protect the other men of his unit, and to ensure victory to the battle. Marines don't pray for their own safety, they pray for the strength to do their job. That, folks, is what makes us different. Marines are "Brothers to the End", we believe that "Death Smiles at Everyone, but Marines Smile Back" We also firmly believe that "He Who Shed Blood With Me Shall Forever Be My Brother" that "All Give Some, and Some Give All" and that "There is No Such Thing as a Former Marine." That is why we are here tonight.

Marines don't question whether wars or police actions are right or wrong. We simply carry out the wishes of those who make those decisions. "People Sleep Peacefully In Their Beds at Night Because Rough Men Stand Ready To Do Violence On Their Behalf." We know that in many instances "America Is Not At War, America's Military Is At War. America Is At The Mall". We know that "Pacifism is a Luxury Paid For By Warriors" and that "Patriotic Dissent Is A Luxury Of Those Protected By Better Men Than They." But we also know "You Only Have The Rights You Are Willing To Fight For", and we understand to the fullest that "For Those Who Fought For It, Freedom Has A Flavor The Protected Will Never Know".

Marines are a special breed. We know "Some People Spend An Entire Lifetime Wondering If They Made A Difference. The Marines Don't Have That Problem." We know that America is "One Nation Under God and His Marines Standing Guard." Marines know that "Once a Marine. Always A Marine" and that "Semper Fidelis Is Not Just a Saying, It Is a Way Of Life". When all is over, and said and done a Marine can say "You Will Die, but I Will Die A Marine"

To this we say "Oohrah... It's a Marine thang". Semper Fi. Let the Birthday Celebration begin.

Jeff Steiner


Old M-1's

Sgt. Grit,

I have a request. Our local "Korean" Honor Guard that performs at many occasions... But mainly Military Funerals has a BIG one.

Their OLD M-1 rifles have become UN-useable, they no longer fire and therefore not allowing the final gun salute.

Could you put the word out and help me in finding about 6 to 8 still workable M-1's.

These are some of the Greatest Service men doing so much for our departing Military people.

Thank You, Ernie Brindley USMC
1962-1966 Vietnam Vet
Contact: ernie237[at]embarqmail.com


Capture The Envelope

Some of us are old enough to remember 'Air Mail'... supposedly faster, more expensive stamps, lighter weight stationery that was 'special' for Air Mail (mostly marketing... might have mattered when air mail pilots were still wearing goggles in their biplanes... by the sixties, lots of 'air mail' was flying in fast trucks...) DI's might launch such a letter into the air... and woe be too he who did not successfully capture the envelope whilst it was airborne. There were other abbreviations, intended to be 'cutesy' that would show up from time to time. "DDL DSDB" being one in particular that called for a letter back asking for an interpretation. Turned out, it was for "Deliver De Letter, De Sooner De Better"... SWAK could also lead to a question from the DI... "does this mean 'swabbed with a (common feminine hygiene product, trade-marked, begins with a "K")... and you expect ME to handle this, maggot?". Once caught a smuggling operation that involved a recruit who got a lot of mail... every day, sometimes two a day from the same correspondent... ordinary looking letters, nothing to draw attention on the outside of the envelope... just happened to feel some stiffness in the envelope, different from a stick of gum... had the recipient open it on the spot... he and his main squeeze were well along in the process of moving a 52-card deck of playing cards into MCRD... one card at a time... (don't think it was the poser who claimed to have played cards with his DI, tho...) Worst thing about gum was the foil wrapper... "I didn't say un-wrap it, sh-t-for-brains... I said CHEW it!"... foil, in contact with dental fillings, generates an electrical current... and that hurts... more fillings, more pain... So, if you were at ease enough to watch the DI handle the mail... and noticed that he seemed to flex envelopes a bit... now you know why!

Ddick


Reunions

MEGA

The Marine Embassy Guard Association will be holding their Annual Reunion in Providence, RI on June 3rd through June 7th, 2015.

For Information, go to embassymarine.org.

Semper Fi,
Denny Krause
Sgt. "62 - "68


Lost and Found

Looking for John Champion, Brownsville, TX. Korea 1954 to 1955, MACS-3 or any other GRUNT.

Cpl. Paul Dougherty USMC


Short Rounds

"How do I leave positive feedback for my recent order? My shirt brought memories and pride, got to me fast, and I just want to say that one of the Marines' mottos is "First to fight." Yours should be "First to deliver!" Outstanding job. I will be a repeat customer."

Paul B.


Jim asked if anyone ever was on the USS Walker Troop Ship. Myself and 5000 other Marines were on our way to Korea. Landed at Inchon Port back then. We also used the rope ladder to disembark. We used barges to come ashore.


According to Wikipedia there have been 19 men awarded two medals of honor. Of these 14 were for two separate actions.

See the attached link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Two-time_Medal_of_Honor_recipients

One of the most notable was Tom Custer, brother of George Custer. Tom was killed at the Battle of the Little Bighorn.

Jim Grimes


Quotes

"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."
--Theodore Roosevelt


"[I]f industry and labour are left to take their own course, they will generally be directed to those objects which are the most productive, and this in a more certain and direct manner than the wisdom of the most enlightened legislature could point out."
--James Madison, 1789


"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 virtue."
--Admiral Chester W. Nimitz


"History, in general, only informs us what bad government is."
--Thomas Jefferson, 1807


"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."
--James Mattis


"Who is that tapping on my door?, I can't hear you turd!"

"Assume the dead bug position!" "Ready fall!" "Get down & Get up!"

"Get your little red books out & put it up to your face!"

Fair winds and following seas.
Semper Fi!
Sgt Grit

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Great Grandson 1st Class Elijah in blues

Sgt. Grit,

On March 5, 1964, I became One of The Few, One of The Proud, A United States Marine. 50 years later, and with a little help from Sgt. Grit, I would like to Present My Great-Grandson 1st Class Elijah James Yezzo... Semper Fi! Gung Ho...

Robert Sabolchick

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Smiling As I Write

Wake Up Call For The Swabs: This is regarding the submission from Sgt. Grit about the Navy boot camp being next to MCRD in the '60s. Ddick was talking about "triggers" and this was really one for me.

One morning toward the end of 1960 at about 0'dark-thirty we were marched to the fence at the end of the run way separating MCRD from the Navy boot camp and ordered to sing at the top of lungs our most revered hymn. The Swabs were all still nestled in their racks and as we sang the lights started to come on and they began shouting. Our bandy rooster junior DI was marching back and forth in front of the platoon pumping his arm (Full Metal Jacket) and singing along with us his favorite song. The Swabs were totally p-ssed but we were exhilarated for the rest of the day! I'm smiling as I write this!

Cpl. Selders
MCRD '60


Phantoms Forever

I was an ordnanceman on the F4 in 1975. The F-4's that were stationed at MCAS El Toro, CA were F-4 N's and RF-4 B's. None of which were in camouflage. All of them were a shiny gray color with colorful squadron logo's and call letters displayed on their tails. I transferred to Beaufort, SC in 1977 where the F-4 squadrons all flew F-4 J models. Those F-4's were all painted the same way. In 1978, right after the movie "The Great Santini" aka "The Ace" starring Robert Duvall was recorded in Beaufort, I joined the Checkerboards, VMFA-312, the squadron portrait in the movie. We did a West-Pac tour in 1979 and we either started to swap out our F-4 J's to F-4 Super J's after that West-Pac or the following one. The F-4 Super J's and then soon after, F-4 S's were painted a flat gray/blue camouflage. This was the first of my knowledge that the F-4 Phantom was painted in a camouflage scheme and stayed that way until they were retired.

I was fortunate to go on to Yuma, AZ assigned to VMFAT-101 and continue with the F-4's after an instructor assignment at NAS Memphis, TN. While in Yuma, we started to send the F-4's to mothballs prior to the Squadron moving to MCAS El Toro and transition to F-18's. I then transferred to an A-4 squadron VMA-211 to do another West-Pac and assist in the squadron transfer from MCAS El Toro to MCAS Yuma via the West-Pac tour. Soon after we returned from West-Pac, I was reassigned to MWWU-3 for 42 months before I received orders to the last Marine F-4 squadron. In 1991, I was assigned to VMFA-112, known as the Dallas Cowboys at NAS Dallas, TX. It was great to be back with Phantom again.

Unfortunately, the F-4 Phantom was retired from the Marine Corps a year and a half before I was. The F-4 Phantom retired from the Marine Corps in 1993 at NAS Dallas, TX. In 1995, I followed close behind. A lot of my blood and sweat were left on many a F-4 and it was an honor to serve as many years as I did with all of them, but most of all, all of my Marine brothers and sisters that I was also honored to have worked with. IYAOYAS!

Daemon R, "Doc" Butts
GySgt USMC Ret.
1975-1995
VMFA-531, VMFP-3, VMFA-451, VMFA-312, VMFAT-101, VMA-211 and VMFA-112


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Dangerously Gung Ho Lieutenant

I was in my 12th month in Nam, dreaming of that freedom bird. 1970 and Charlie 1/5 was working in the Khe Son mountains. We had been out humping the boonies for about 3/4 days and a chopper drops off the new 1st platoon lieutenant.

He was green as grass and dangerously gung ho. As the platoon sergeant it was up to me to try and educate this guy before he got a bunch of us wounded or worse.

We were scheduled for a patrol through an area that the day before gave up a cache of Chicom weapons, rockets, grenades and a few American M-60s. I would love to know how those guns wound up in that cave. Anyway, we were all a little on edge anyway and now we have to deal with "John Wayne" as our new looey.

We spent the morning snooping and pooping going up and down well used trails. Everyone is on high alert. The point man finds a booby trapped grenade. The new lieutenant grabs the grenade and winds up like Bob Gibson ready to throw a fast ball. I screamed at him to stop. He did. I then tried to explain to him that the VC will take the delay out of a booby trapped grenade so the detonation is almost immediate. He is adamant that he is going to toss that grenade. WTF. I backed the rest of the platoon away from any kill zone. The man tosses out the grenade and it immediately blows tearing a hole in his arm. He lucked out. He should have been killed.

Now for the good part of the story. We called in a medevac. The ground was too steep for the bird to land. The crew chief tossed out a stretcher that was designed to winch into the chopper. We had never seen one of these. It took a while, but we finally got the lieutenant secured into the stretcher. Just as my radio man brought over the ring to secure the stretcher to the chopper, we looked at each other, smiled, and hooked the stretcher up backwards so the rider was riding upside down. We gave the word to the pilot and the CH-46 took off straight up. We never saw that looey again so I could not ask him what the ride was like. I hoped it scared the sh-t out of him. Last we heard he was pushing paper at division.

Sgt Robert Hougher


Dad Was A Grunt

Shopping at BJs in Tilton, NH recently. Guy at Verizon concession in the store - maybe mid-forties - had an EGA polo shirt on so of course I give him a big Semper Fi. No response from the maggot. Maggie's Drawers pop up in my head... let's see who this puke really is. I start talking to him about the Corps and he tells me he was with the 2nd Force Recon. Great outfit I replied. He goes on to tell me he was based in Texas. Really? 2nd Force Recon in Texas? Asked him where and he tells me: "They wouldn't tell us the name of the base due to our upcoming classified mission in Bolivia." Bolivia? By this time I'm just seething. Asked him about his MOS. Said he had two but they were also classified.

That did it. I went off on this puke and proceeded to tell him what I thought of him and his cr-p. Attracted quite a bit of attention. Customer Service manager comes up and asks me to tone it down and wants to know the issue so I lay it out in no uncertain terms. Turns out there's not much she can do because the Verizon folks work for Verizon and not the store. I get the Verizon managers name and number and chat up the dear fellow. Nice guy, tells me his dad was a Grunt in Nam and he completely understood; said he take care of it.

Funny thing. I can't find that lowlife jackazs at the store anymore. Imagine that.

Gerry Zanzalari
Corporal of Marines
220XXXX
1966 - 1970
RVN 1968 - 1969


Posers

man posing as a Marine

This is an image that was created sometime back for the Sgt Grit Facebook page. The image is of an actual poser with the added text "I don't always pretend to be a Marines... But when I do, I make it so obvious that I am a poser that every Marine wants to kick my a**".

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God Loves Marines

Dear Sgt. Grit,

Someone asked me one time; "Dave, what is all this OoRah! stuff and fist bumps etc..." I replied and later posted those thoughts on my FB page... I thought you'd be interested in what I said... I believe it with all that is in me.

I wrote: "Truthfully... something happens to us. We find a oneness in purpose and a union of brotherhood in that we are never... never alone and everything done, is a life and death experience, whether or not it is at the moment. It may be or happen, when you least expect it. This serious commitment to a force, larger than the one, is something that never leaves us and we find a truth of the family of Marines in our simple motto; "Semper Fidelis"... ALWAYS Faithful, to our God, Country and Corps, in that order... then comes mom, apple pie and Chevrolet;... it is a way of life. I never expected I would see a need for that, until this decade... and it is simply there... and with all we have (even at my age) I know we will be there to face it. God loves Marines because we are steady, true and faithful to those precepts."

Semper Fi,
Dave Selvy
old Marine (NEVER ex.)


Well-Oiled Green Amphibious Machine

In the 18 Sept 14 edition, Sgt Grit mentions the Navy boot camp located near MCRD San Diego during the 1960's... Yes, it did exist, located about a half mile due west of MCRD. It was visible - when we weren't running or doing push-ups, which was rare - from the road near the old obstacle course at the 'back' of MCRD by the bay. The facility, opened in 1923 and closed around 1993, was the West Coast Naval Training Center [NTC].

During September-December 1961, I was in Platoon 371. At some late point in training, a number of recruit platoons were directed to attend a football game somewhere in San Diego (the fine details are today a blur, as were most boot camp events, so I take literary license for this sea story) and we sat in bleachers opposite a mob of Navy recruits. Of course, the heckling of the swabbies was incessant. That was more fun than any mere football game.

After the game ended, the sailors were being marched off to cattle-cars and crossed the playing field. 'Marched' is too strong a word, as their arms were swinging wildly, they were out of step and, bluntly put, "made Hogan's goat look like a precision instrument" (an oft-cited description used by my Jr DI, Sgt Perry.) The Marine recruits (privates or maggots, you choose) let out a massive roar of scorn certainly heard all the way to Oceanside...

When we marched off, we were 'six to the front, three to the rear', a full 30-inch step, and moved like a well-oiled green amphibious machine, hitting every pivot-point with precision. Upon returning 'home' to our Quonset huts, we received the only praise we'd hear from our Senior DI, SSGT AB Polk, until graduation as Honor Platoon on 7 December 61: "You people made me proud today; you might even make a pimple on a real Marine's arz someday."


First Ever Reunion

mice partaking of alcoholic beverages

This image was created for the Sgt Grit Facebook page. It features some mice partaking of some adult beverages with the added text "Scuttlebutt Breaking News... The 1st Ever Marine Corps House Mouse Reunion... It'll Never Happen".

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Saturday Morning Over Iwo Jima

Bill Knowles, Green Valley News & Sun and The Sahuarita Sun.

Off and on during my adult years I have associated with members of the United States Marine Corps and these short interludes have been worthwhile in all respects; most recently I have shared a mutual volunteer chore with a retired member of the Marines, a local guy by the name of Master Gunny Bob Duerden. Another great member of the "Corps."

For Bob and the rest of our local retired Marines, here is a story about 165 Marines on their way to war!

During the years 1963 to 1971, I had the privilege of managing the flight operation of a 13-plane fleet of Boeing 320C aircraft carrying troops and/or cargo from United States shores to SE Asia and the war known as Vietnam. When carrying Marines, our flights progressed from the USMC base at Pendleton, in Southern California, to Honolulu thence to the Marine base in Okinawa and then to Da Nang in Vietnam, where the Marines would board their own helicopters to proceed to their in-country posts.

It was a typical lovely Sunday that we departed Honolulu bound for Okinawa; there were three cockpit crew members, eight cabin flight attendants and 165 members of the USMC in this gold-tailed Boeing 320C Intercontinental jet capable of flying nonstop some 13 hours and more than 6,000 miles.

Over the Pacific Ocean the skies were clear and the ride was smooth... most of our passengers quickly fell asleep. Some seven hours later, a smidgen of light coming up on our tail suggested the arrival of the morning sunrise; I called the first flight attendant to the cockpit and asked about the well-being of the passengers and when she was planning to awaken them for their breakfast.

"We have a small gift for the Marines coming up in 20 minutes but I need them all to be awake."

She answered that she would awaken them now and serve breakfast when I advised her.

During flight planning, before departure from Honolulu, the en route winds and weather suggested a route that took us directly over the islands of Iwo Jima — these islands were deeply etched in the history of the USMC in World War II — and forecast winds would result in a flight faster than the normal for this route.

I called the first flight attendant on the intercom and advised her that I would be making a PA to the passengers in about 10 minutes and that after that please do not serve any beverages until we had passed Iwo Jima. A short time later our weather radar picked up the Iwo Jima Islands on the nose 40 miles ahead; I made the following PA to the passengers: "Gentlemen, I hope that you have been comfortable... we are ahead of schedule and we have a small gift for you this morning... in about 12 minutes we will pass directly over the islands of Iwo Jima where earlier members of your Marines fought so gallantly in World War II. We will circle the islands two ways so that all of you will have a great view of the islands.

The Pacific Ocean six miles below was glassy smooth and deep blue, it was an outstanding morning.

As we started our circle of the islands below, the first flight attendant came into the cockpit saying, "Captain, look back through the cockpit door at the passengers." She opened wide the cockpit door.

The First Sergeant had every Marine aboard standing up, at attention and these 165 proud warriors were singing the Marines' Hymn as we passed over these Iwo Jima Islands where so many of their brothers had earlier fallen.

The cabin of the aircraft had taken on all those qualities of a land-based church; I really do not think that, including the cockpit, there wasn't a dry eye aboard this flight, on this morning, so far from home. The hymn from 165 Marine voices reached every nook and cranny of this largest of Boeing aircraft on this peaceful morning... never to be forgotten.

Later arriving at Okinawa, where the Marines would spend a week or so before heading for Da Nang to join their fellow Marines, as our crew descended the steps after the passengers had proceeded us, we heard a great "Thank you, crew" from 165 proud Marines. It was a gratifying moment!

Of 157 flights across the Pacific, that particular trip — with 165 of the nation's finest – will live forever in the memory of this flight crew member.


Nothing More

Sgt. Grit,

I would like to respond to the Marine who signed himself as "A Former Hat, GySgt, USMC, (Ret)" (No name).

In the September 10 issue of Sgt. Grit, I had written asking two questions; (1) Why was the sea-going dip in our barracks cover phased out? (2) Why did they change from the split streamer to a single streamer on today's EGA? That's it. Nothing more.

By your leave, Gunny, but I am fully aware that the many changes and revisions in the Corps are for reasons of safety, security, modernization, cost, uniformity, discipline, ease of care and so on. I'm also aware Marines used swords, muskets, Trapdoor Springfield's and muzzle-loading, smooth-bore cannons. I am aware too, that our uniform once consisted of a British Tri-corn, a French kepi, and the British steel "doughboy" helmet. As much as I am partial to the old M-1 Garand, the M-14 or even the '03 Springfield, it would be foolhardy to send Marines into modern warfare with those antiquated weapons. I wouldn't even suggest it as I am now long past my warrior days. So are you. Nor was I seeking a gung-ho, tightening-up lecture, Gunny, I was simply asking if anyone knew why they changed those two things? I am also fully aware that Marines are Marines, no matter what they wear. I was neither condemning nor criticizing the Corps but had just two questions: (1) Why did they phase out the sea-going dip in our barracks cover? (2) Why did they change from the split streamer to a single streamer on today's EGA?

Nothing more.

Semper Fi,
J. Wise
204XXXX


Popular Song

I went through boot camp in 1961 like L/Cpl Edwin O'Keefe who wrote about SWAK and at that time it must have been one of the in acronyms written on the outside of the envelope. I think it was adapted from the line of a song popular at the time with we young set.

The one I remember was as read by the DI "delibber de letter de sooner de better".

The outside envelope addendums happened in early stages because as someone said, you quickly got the word out to the home front... don't put sh-t on the outside of the envelope!

More memorable were the couple of unfortunates who got packages... e.g. cookies or peanuts...

Before I left for PI, I gave everyone instructions... Do Not Send Me Stuff!

I think I got some good advice from a Marine to do so. And was I glad that everyone took my request to heart.

Cpl Don Harkness
1961-1965


Decorated Camo

A Marine with the 3rd Marine Regiment in Vietnam that had decorated both his helmet and flack jacket.

Photo by GySgt Gus Apsitis
Courtesy of the National Archives

Marine in Vietnam with written messages on his helmet and flak jacket


You're a Sadist

Sgt. Grit,

In the 16 Sept. News Letter was a bit about Gene Stoner and the "Black Rifle". As I was the Chief Armorer for the M16 Project at Camp Lejeune I was in contact with Gene Stoner several times. I asked for a "Mad Minute" which is used in testing all types of Machine Guns. They gave me the "Mad Minute", Gene Stoner was there when I did it.

During the Mad Minute I had the loaded magazines in a bucket of Water, pulling the magazines out of the water and firing the mag empty, inserting another mag and keep going until the minute is up. The first minute lasted about 45 seconds as the AR15/M16 barrel was bulged so bad the front sight was leaning forward. So I started the next Mad Minute with a new rifle. Colt had authorized it so getting what I wanted was no problem.

In trying to create the adverse problems we experienced in WWII, firing from a fox hole full of water and all that. I also asked to throw an M1 Garand, an M14 and an AR15/M16 in the surf, pull them out in a few minutes, open the action, dump the magazine out slosh the rifle around in the water to wash as much sand out of the Action as we could. We then loaded a fresh magazine and fired the rifles, the M1 fired and had to have the bolt kicked shut and fired again and again, it worked and continued to work. Same with the M14 and the AR15/M16 was fired but once as the sand jammed into the aircraft aluminum frame by the bolt and the rifle had to be taken apart to clear it.

Now some people might think all this was unnecessary but many landings in the Pacific and in Europe the rifles got dropped into the water and had to be scooped up out of the water, washed out as best you could to fire the rifle and continue the Mission. Gene Stoner thought it was a bit over the hill and called me (in a jest way) "You're a Sadist".

Now I understand it was his baby but we should have been testing the 7.62 mode also, I was proven right in my rough treatment as we went to Vietnam a short time later and the rough treatment did nothing to prevent the rifle from being adopted. The Air Force had adopted it a year before and with the Army and Marine Corps testing it, MacNamara, secretary of Defense said there will be only one weapons system in the United States Defense Department (Vietnam Vets, remember the MacNamara line in Vietnam?). So here we are today with modifications up the ying yang now it's called an M4 and does its job, as I hear no complaints.

GySgt. F. L. Rousseau, USMC


Greatest Writer Of All Time

As a Marine MSgt, I agree with the sentiment and inspiration of your quote at the end of the 9/17/2014 newsletter with the Fallujah graphics; however, as an English Major, it is unconscionable to omit attribution of one of the most memorable (and inspiring) quotes from one who was arguably the greatest writer of all time, while giving attribution to all your other quotes.

Wm. Shakespeare - The Lives of Henry V, Act 4, Scene 3

- King Henry V -

"What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."

At the risk of sounding condescending (might have happened, once or twice in my life), it seems condescending to paraphrase the above passage (even to put on a t-shirt). Without attribution, it is taking credit for someone else's work (Wow, when has that ever happened in the history of the Marine Corps?)

Also, you are giving short shrift to parts of this piece that should resonate with fellow Marines.

"If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

If it works, there's too many to share the honor, and, if it fails, not enough to blame. Further:

For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition:

We have all served with Marines whose antecedents may be questionable, but stress and success may bring out the best in all of us.

As they say at the poker table, if you can't tell who the donkey is, it is probably you.

Sorry for the pedantic tone, but we are Marines, and while we may requisition words of inspiration, we should always acknowledge their provenance.

Semper Fi,
George M. Button
MSgt USMC (ret)


Marine Corps Facts

A MARINE and Superman once fought each other on a bet. The loser had to start wearing his underwear on the outside of his pants.

Most MARINES have a grizzly bear carpet in their room. The bear isn't dead; it's just afraid to move.

The MARINES have already been to Mars; that's why there are no signs of life.

Ghosts sit around the campfire and tell MARINE CORPS stories.

A MARINE can cut through a hot knife with butter.

Death once had a near-MARINE experience.

The MARINES are the reason why Waldo is hiding.

A MARINE can slam a revolving door.

When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks his closet for US MARINES.

A MARINE once kicked a horse in the chin. Its descendants are known today as Giraffes.

A MARINE once got bit by a rattle snake... After three days of pain and agony... the rattle snake died.

When A MARINE does a pushup, he isn't lifting himself up, he's pushing the Earth down.

When a MARINE throws you into a bottomless pit, you hit the bottom.

A MARINE does not sleep. He waits.

A MARINE once made a Happy Meal cry.

You NEVER slap a MARINE.

A MARINE called 911 to order Chinese food and got it...

Guns are warned not to play with the MARINES.

A MARINE can give aspirin a headache.


The DISBURSING 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 on schedule.

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.


Clever NVA Devils

Marines During Operation Hastings

Those of us of certain ages, and who were mostly, somewhat, or just occasionally 'in the rear with the gear and the beer and the Generals in Viet Nam' may recall, along with the Stars and Stripes, and Navy Times, a freebie 'newspaper' entitled 'The Sea Tiger'... didn't think about it at the time, but the 'Sea' may have been some PAO's cutesy idea for 'South East Asia'. (Marine Corps Times, as a separate entity, didn't come along until later... I'm guessing in the 1980's or later...) This publication was of the same size and format as the others, and covered mostly items for and about IIIMAF (Third Marine Amphibious Force). In any field of endeavor, there are those who 'know'... and those who THINK they know... To the point, in July of '66, we (K/3/5) along with a whole bunch of other units, were involved in Operation Hastings. History buffs will recognize the tie to the (English) Battle of Hastings... some 900 years earlier... and either from unintentional irony, or cleverness on some G-3's part, the name was chosen... maybe because the Commanding General of the forces involved was General English...

We had come ashore earlier in Operation Deckhouse II, being from the SLF (Special Landing Force), and segued (great word, that... learned from watching Johnny Carson) into Hastings. A day or so in, without much contact, we were moving through tertiary (3-layer) jungle, and came upon some NVA gear... initially, just some 'chogie poles' and some spun aluminum cooking pans. The word was passed back, and instructions to move on through, then hold up came back up from the CP group, as the Skipper wanted to exam this find. One of the curiouser items in this collection were the hand-made separators between the various size pans, which were made to 'nest' inside the others, and the whole stack enclosed by some lashing... one stack to each end of the chogie pole. These separators were about 3 inches in diameter, woven of rattan in a circle, with what looked like two popsicle sticks in a cross arrangement inside the circle. The way everything fit, it was pretty obvious that this was some ol' country boy's version of an anti-rattle device to keep those pots and pans quiet when on the move. (A bit latter, one of the 1st Platoon's flankers found what turned out to be an entire NVA 320B Division battalion's cache of haversacks... another story for another time on the contents thereof)... which brings us back to the Sea Tiger later on... prominent on the front page was a picture of a Marine with a captured AK-47... holding one of those ring with a cross inside pot separators over the barrel... and the blurb said those clever NVA devils had devised a simple sight device for anti-aircraft fire!... Could be, but I'd think in the middle of the Bn mess kit would be an odd place to tote one's anti-aircraft sights... will admit, the gizmo had some slight similarity to the ring sights on the AA guns on ships, but actually using it by holding it while firing from the shoulder was a bit of a stretch...

The picture was originally shot in B/W with a 'half-frame' camera, which used 35MM film, but took two pictures per frame. The camera looked to be stainless steel, and was small enough to fit in a utlity blouse pocket. It belonged to (then) 2nd Lt Robert Rosenau (on the right of the tree), and the picture was taken during Operation Hastings. One of the Marines in the background I can identify only as 'Ben', and I think he was of Cuban extraction. Rosie and I are using my pocket saw, which was a gnarly sharp piece of wire with teeth on it, and a ring on each end (much like a grenade ring). It could be coiled up and carried quite handily. We are cutting timbers to make a roof over our hole... having gotten into sort of a contest in the platoon to see who could come up with the most elaborate position. The round boonie covers in the picture until a few days earlier, had belonged to some North Vietnamesse Army grunts...

Ddick


Taps

Ott, Charles

Charles Robert Ott was born to Marinus Ott and Edna White on Feb. 15, 1924 in Paterson, N.J. At the age of 4, Charles, his sister Dorthy, brother Daniel and his mother went to live with his grandparents, Daniel and Katie White. Charles lived in his grandparents' home until he graduated from Lodi High and enlisted in the Navy during World War II. Chuck became a fighting Seabee. He ran and maintained bulldozers, turnapoles and other heavy equipment when the equipment was controlled by steering brakes. Chuck was in the 121st Naval Construction Battalion. On May 10, 1943, it was re-designated 3rd Battalion, 20th Regiment, 4th Marine Division. In invasions, Chuck was part of an eight-man BAR Squad that consisted of four gunners who carried and used this heavy gun; and four ammunition carriers that carried two bandoliers. Gunners only carried one. Assigned to the Pacific, Chuck participated in invasions in the Marshall Islands. After securing Roi and Namur, Japanese bombers returned -- and almost all supplies were lost. Chuck lost 30 pounds eating Japanese rice. Large men lost as much as 60 pounds before new supplies arrived.

In the Saipan, Chuck's ammunition carrier took a direct hit from a mortar and was killed. Chuck was wounded. After being rescued by an Army tank crew, Chuck spent three months in a hospital in Honolulu. He asked to be reassigned to his unit and was sent to Tinian. When he got there, he found that his unit had been shipped home. However, while he was on Tinian, he saw a strange-looking B-52, i.e. Enola Gay, take off. The war was over. The Navy offered him the rank of chief to re-enlist. But being lonely and weary of war, Chuck returned to the United States and his grandparents' home. Along with an honorable discharge from the Navy, Chuck was awarded: Asiatic Pacific Theatre Ribbon Two Stars, Presidential Citation One Star, Purple Heart, Letter of Commendation, Victory Ribbon, Good Conduct Medal, American Theatre.

Rest In Peace!


Short Rounds

Five of the eight men to be awarded two Medals of Honor are U.S. Marines.

They are:

Smedley D. Butler
Daniel J. Daily
Louis Cukela
Joseph King
John H. Pruitt


I found the story about LtGen. Cheatham to be disrespectful! Since when do you refer to an officer by his first name. Whether his decision right or wrong is in no way for a "Marine" to be disrespectful.

As I am sure Mr. Wear is aware, during intense combat, not all decisions are made correctly or to the satisfaction of everyone concerned.

Joe Henderson
Sgt. USMC.
1963-1967


Quotes

Marcus Aurelius Quote

"Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one."
--Marcus Aurelius


"We can and must write in a language which sows among the masses hate, revulsion, and scorn toward those who disagree with us."
--Vladimir Lenin


"As a man is said to have a right to his property, he may be equally said to have a property in his rights. Where an excess of power prevails, property of no sort is duly respected. No man is safe in his opinions, his person, his faculties, or his possessions."
--James Madison, 1792


"The deadliest weapon in the world is a MARINE and his rifle!"
--Gen. John Joseph "Black Jack" Pershing, US Army


"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."
--George Orwell


"The day the soldiers stop bringing you their problems is the day you stopped leading them. They have either lost confidence that you can help them or concluded that you do not care. Either case is a failure of leadership."
--Colin Powell


"Flip flop, hippity hop, mob stop!"

"You people are a herd, I would call you a mob, but a mob has a leader."

"Road guards out!"

"House mouse to the duty hut!"

God Bless the American Dream!
Sgt Grit

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Smiling As I Write

Wake Up Call For The Swabs: This is regarding the submission from Sgt. Grit about the Navy boot camp being next to MCRD in the '60s. Ddick was talking about "triggers" and this was really one for me.

One morning toward the end of 1960 at about 0'dark-thirty we were marched to the fence at the end of the run way separating MCRD from the Navy boot camp and ordered to sing at the top of lungs our most revered hymn. The Swabs were all still nestled in their racks and as we sang the lights started to come on and they began shouting. Our bandy rooster junior DI was marching back and forth in front of the platoon pumping his arm (Full Metal Jacket) and singing along with us his favorite song. The Swabs were totally p-ssed but we were exhilarated for the rest of the day! I'm smiling as I write this!

Cpl. Selders
MCRD '60


Phantoms Forever

I was an ordnanceman on the F4 in 1975. The F-4's that were stationed at MCAS El Toro, CA were F-4 N's and RF-4 B's. None of which were in camouflage. All of them were a shiny gray color with colorful squadron logo's and call letters displayed on their tails. I transferred to Beaufort, SC in 1977 where the F-4 squadrons all flew F-4 J models. Those F-4's were all painted the same way. In 1978, right after the movie "The Great Santini" aka "The Ace" starring Robert Duvall was recorded in Beaufort, I joined the Checkerboards, VMFA-312, the squadron portrait in the movie. We did a West-Pac tour in 1979 and we either started to swap out our F-4 J's to F-4 Super J's after that West-Pac or the following one. The F-4 Super J's and then soon after, F-4 S's were painted a flat gray/blue camouflage. This was the first of my knowledge that the F-4 Phantom was painted in a camouflage scheme and stayed that way until they were retired.

I was fortunate to go on to Yuma, AZ assigned to VMFAT-101 and continue with the F-4's after an instructor assignment at NAS Memphis, TN. While in Yuma, we started to send the F-4's to mothballs prior to the Squadron moving to MCAS El Toro and transition to F-18's. I then transferred to an A-4 squadron VMA-211 to do another West-Pac and assist in the squadron transfer from MCAS El Toro to MCAS Yuma via the West-Pac tour. Soon after we returned from West-Pac, I was reassigned to MWWU-3 for 42 months before I received orders to the last Marine F-4 squadron. In 1991, I was assigned to VMFA-112, known as the Dallas Cowboys at NAS Dallas, TX. It was great to be back with Phantom again.

Unfortunately, the F-4 Phantom was retired from the Marine Corps a year and a half before I was. The F-4 Phantom retired from the Marine Corps in 1993 at NAS Dallas, TX. In 1995, I followed close behind. A lot of my blood and sweat were left on many a F-4 and it was an honor to serve as many years as I did with all of them, but most of all, all of my Marine brothers and sisters that I was also honored to have worked with. IYAOYAS!

Daemon R, "Doc" Butts
GySgt USMC Ret.
1975-1995
VMFA-531, VMFP-3, VMFA-451, VMFA-312, VMFAT-101, VMA-211 and VMFA-112


Dangerouly Gung Ho Lieutenant

I was in my 12th month in Nam, dreaming of that freedom bird. 1970 and Charlie 1/5 was working in the Khe Son mountains. We had been out humping the boonies for about 3/4 days and a chopper drops off the new 1st platoon lieutenant.

He was green as grass and dangerously gung ho. As the platoon sergeant it was up to me to try and educate this guy before he got a bunch of us wounded or worse.

We were scheduled for a patrol through an area that the day before gave up a cache of Chicom weapons, rockets, grenades and a few American M-60s. I would love to know how those guns wound up in that cave. Anyway, we were all a little on edge anyway and now we have to deal with "John Wayne" as our new looey.

We spent the morning snooping and pooping going up and down well used trails. Everyone is on high alert. The point man finds a booby trapped grenade. The new lieutenant grabs the grenade and winds up like Bob Gibson ready to throw a fast ball. I screamed at him to stop. He did. I then tried to explain to him that the VC will take the delay out of a booby trapped grenade so the detonation is almost immediate. He is adamant that he is going to toss that grenade. WTF. I backed the rest of the platoon away from any kill zone. The man tosses out the grenade and it immediately blows tearing a hole in his arm. He lucked out. He should have been killed.

Now for the good part of the story. We called in a medevac. The ground was too steep for the bird to land. The crew chief tossed out a stretcher that was designed to winch into the chopper. We had never seen one of these. It took a while, but we finally got the lieutenant secured into the stretcher. Just as my radio man brought over the ring to secure the stretcher to the chopper, we looked at each other, smiled, and hooked the stretcher up backwards so the rider was riding upside down. We gave the word to the pilot and the CH-46 took off straight up. We never saw that looey again so I could not ask him what the ride was like. I hoped it scared the sh-t out of him. Last we heard he was pushing paper at division.

Sgt Robert Hougher


Dad Was A Grunt

Shopping at BJs in Tilton, NH recently. Guy at Verizon concession in the store - maybe mid-forties - had an EGA polo shirt on so of course I give him a big Semper Fi. No response from the maggot. Maggie's Drawers pop up in my head... let's see who this puke really is. I start talking to him about the Corps and he tells me he was with the 2nd Force Recon. Great outfit I replied. He goes on to tell me he was based in Texas. Really? 2nd Force Recon in Texas? Asked him where and he tells me: "They wouldn't tell us the name of the base due to our upcoming classified mission in Bolivia." Bolivia? By this time I'm just seething. Asked him about his MOS. Said he had two but they were also classified.

That did it. I went off on this puke and proceeded to tell him what I thought of him and his cr-p. Attracted quite a bit of attention. Customer Service manager comes up and asks me to tone it down and wants to know the issue so I lay it out in no uncertain terms. Turns out there's not much she can do because the Verizon folks work for Verizon and not the store. I get the Verizon managers name and number and chat up the dear fellow. Nice guy, tells me his dad was a Grunt in Nam and he completely understood; said he take care of it.

Funny thing. I can't find that lowlife jackazs at the store anymore. Imagine that.

Gerry Zanzalari
Corporal of Marines
220XXXX
1966 - 1970
RVN 1968 - 1969


God Loves Marines

Dear Sgt. Grit,

Someone asked me one time; "Dave, what is all this OoRah! stuff and fist bumps etc..." I replied and later posted those thoughts on my FB page... I thought you'd be interested in what I said... I believe it with all that is in me.

I wrote: "Truthfully... something happens to us. We find a oneness in purpose and a union of brotherhood in that we are never... never alone and everything done, is a life and death experience, whether or not it is at the moment. It may be or happen, when you least expect it. This serious commitment to a force, larger than the one, is something that never leaves us and we find a truth of the family of Marines in our simple motto; "Semper Fidelis"... ALWAYS Faithful, to our God, Country and Corps, in that order... then comes mom, apple pie and Chevrolet;... it is a way of life. I never expected I would see a need for that, until this decade... and it is simply there... and with all we have (even at my age) I know we will be there to face it. God loves Marines because we are steady, true and faithful to those precepts."

Semper Fi,
Dave Selvy
old Marine (NEVER ex.)


Well-Oiled Green Amphibious Machine

In the 18 Sept 14 edition, Sgt Grit mentions the Navy boot camp located near MCRD San Diego during the 1960's... Yes, it did exist, located about a half mile due west of MCRD. It was visible - when we weren't running or doing push-ups, which was rare - from the road near the old obstacle course at the 'back' of MCRD by the bay. The facility, opened in 1923 and closed around 1993, was the West Coast Naval Training Center [NTC].

During September-December 1961, I was in Platoon 371. At some late point in training, a number of recruit platoons were directed to attend a football game somewhere in San Diego (the fine details are today a blur, as were most boot camp events, so I take literary license for this sea story) and we sat in bleachers opposite a mob of Navy recruits. Of course, the heckling of the swabbies was incessant. That was more fun than any mere football game.

After the game ended, the sailors were being marched off to cattle-cars and crossed the playing field. 'Marched' is too strong a word, as their arms were swinging wildly, they were out of step and, bluntly put, "made Hogan's goat look like a precision instrument" (an oft-cited description used by my Jr DI, Sgt Perry.) The Marine recruits (privates or maggots, you choose) let out a massive roar of scorn certainly heard all the way to Oceanside...

When we marched off, we were 'six to the front, three to the rear', a full 30-inch step, and moved like a well-oiled green amphibious machine, hitting every pivot-point with precision. Upon returning 'home' to our Quonset huts, we received the only praise we'd hear from our Senior DI, SSGT AB Polk, until graduation as Honor Platoon on 7 December 61: "You people made me proud today; you might even make a pimple on a real Marine's arz someday."


Saturday Morning Over Iwo Jima

Bill Knowles, Green Valley News & Sun and The Sahuarita Sun.

Off and on during my adult years I have associated with members of the United States Marine Corps and these short interludes have been worthwhile in all respects; most recently I have shared a mutual volunteer chore with a retired member of the Marines, a local guy by the name of Master Gunny Bob Duerden. Another great member of the "Corps."

For Bob and the rest of our local retired Marines, here is a story about 165 Marines on their way to war!

During the years 1963 to 1971, I had the privilege of managing the flight operation of a 13-plane fleet of Boeing 320C aircraft carrying troops and/or cargo from United States shores to SE Asia and the war known as Vietnam. When carrying Marines, our flights progressed from the USMC base at Pendleton, in Southern California, to Honolulu thence to the Marine base in Okinawa and then to Da Nang in Vietnam, where the Marines would board their own helicopters to proceed to their in-country posts.

It was a typical lovely Sunday that we departed Honolulu bound for Okinawa; there were three cockpit crew members, e