Platoon 104 PI March 1969. Thanks to Gunny Davis, Ssgt Richardson, and Sgt. Englade. I took my Plt. Book and checked out the names from Boot Camp. at VirtualWall.org. Glad to say we all made it through.
Cpl. USMC 1969-1970
Note: I did this about 10 years ago. We had 75 graduate. I found 8 names on The Wall. Another two possible, that is, names like Charles Smith are hard to verify.
In 1968-69 we had a MgSgt. flying out of DaNang, his name was Robert Michael Lurie Sr. His son, Capt. R.M. Lurie Jr. was a Huey pilot with HML-167. Every once in a while, Bob Jr. would go over to DaNang, climb into the C-47 (spooky gunship) and fly co-pilot for his dad and once in a while the MgSgt would come over to Marble Mt., climb into the Huey and fly co-pilot for his son. Since he was a rated pilot with more hours and more combat time than anyone in the group, the MgSgt had a standing invitation to the O Club. The quietest evening I ever experienced in the club was when young Bob was killed and Sr. Came to collect his son and take him home. You could have heard a pin drop. The saddest night of my tour!
J. M. "Mike" Jeffries
Capt. USMC Ret.
I had a bad dream. No. A nightmare. One of those times when you are so glad to wake up and realize where you are in the here and now. I was so glad it brought tears to my eyes. A first for me.
Haven’t we all wished we could start over? Haven’t we all wished we could suddenly find ourselves at our high school graduation, or some such youthful moment, and know everything we know now? Everybody has. My dream made that real. So sad. So tragic.
I dreamed I never joined our Marine Corps. I dreamed I went to school, got a job, somehow got out of the draft, and led a life of pretty women and fast cars. My wisdom allowed me to become successful, rich even. But I didn’t have the Corps.
Would it be the same to have all the wisdom and experience I achieved in those brief four years and not actually having done it? My dream made me realize not. My best friends, my brothers, wouldn’t know me at all. I wouldn’t be part of their lives, part of their struggles, part of their grieving. I wouldn’t be part of their memories of liberty in so many places, so many outrageous shared moments.But in my dream they weren’t shared anymore. In my dream I read about them in the newspapers, in magazines. I was an outsider. Shared experiences are what make up life. In my dream I was nobody. In my dream I had a house and a family (Where did MY family disappear to? I’ve lost them forever! They never were!) but they didn’t understand at all my insights on sacrifice, horror or fidelity.
I woke up very happy. My life is as good as it gets. You guys were with me when my life really started and have been with me ever since. Those four years were the beginning of my rich life.
I feel like buying you a beer.
I wanted to share a photo with you. Dr. Kinders is the UCO Vice President for Public Relations, as well as the adviser for Central Veterans, and just received his Doctor of Education degree. He was very happy with the name plaque we got from your company. Thank you to your staff for customizing it for us!
University of Central Oklahoma
In The Rear With The Gear
Despite all the hoopla about the absence of support troops to be found in the "poseur" ranks there were so many of us there could have been an extra grunt regiment formed. I served from 6/1/65 to 1/22/69 starting with Platoon 244 MCRD SD (anyone out there remember DIs Sgts Smith and Brasher and Cpl Goddard?), and ending with 1st Force Service Regiment, Force Logistics Command at Red Beach, or Camp Books for the formally inclined, Da Nang.
My last duty tour started with a big shock. From 12/24/67 to March 20 something I was with the First MPs in the city of Da Nang. I was trained in supply at Camp Lejeune and did not know anything about MP duty. That's the Corps for you. There was no better or safer duty for a Marine in RVN, at least so we thought until TET. Da Nang City and its environs got a bit testy in that little uproar but not really too bad. All my combat arms buddies get a big salute for that particular time.
My MOS, however, is/was 3041, company or battalion level supply man and I eventually, in March '68, was sent out to FLC to help supply the field Marines. By then the TET offensive had slacked off and despite Walter Cronkite we all know who came out on top. Usually, Camp Books was the place for an easy tour. A few incoming 82 mm mortars and 122 mm rockets disturbed the peace occasionally but it was generally pretty tame. We patrolled and guarded our perimeter and that of Ammunition Supply Point Two and took a little small arms fire from the occasional hidden pot shooter. Just enough to keep a person interested in his surroundings. There were also a few incidents when we got incoming small arms fire from a nearby SeaBee compound but we always forgave them as they were quick to allow us in their chow line and sometimes would even share their whiskey with us. Hell, they were almost Marines as far as we were concerned.
So, all of that is just to say that everyone in Nam was not a field Marine but those who were not are also very proud of our time and I, for one, am upfront about my MOS as I firmly believe all real Marines are.
Cpl of Marines
My Old Addled Mind
The story in the 23JUL15 Newsletter from David Singleton got my attention. A maggot leading a run and calling cadence? Permitted by a Marine Drill Instructor? Because his voice was very loud and he could make up stuff as they ran? Really? Is this the kind of thing that happened at MCRD SD? If so, I can understand why PI has a far more respected reputation as a recruit depot. But somehow, my old addled mind refuses to allow me to accept that such an incident occurred. In my humble opinion, no proud, professional or self-respecting USMC Drill Instructor would or could allow something like this to occur. And all of them were proud, professional and self-respecting.
Cpl. Of Marines
1966 - 1970
RVN 1968 - 1969
Note: Hmmmm........"far more respected reputation". I might throw that comment in with your questioning the cadence by a recruit.
3rd Bn, Plt 3021
Regarding this Marine finding out that the pilot his aircraft was an enlisted man, I, too, knew another fine pilot. In 1955 I was stationed at MCAS El Toro and assigned to H&MS-33. At that time some of us could collect partial flight pay if we flew a minimum of hours within a quarter. We had some F9Fs, a TV-2, an RD-3, an RD-4, and a couple of Ad Skyrays. I had flown in the AD-4na several times but my favorite was the AD-5. On several occasions I had the chance to fly from El Toro to NAS Sand Point in Seattle. My uncle Roy was a retired USMC Colonel and lived in Belleview which was close to Sand Point. Our pilot was M/Sgt Woodring and my NCOIC, Gy/Sgt Tom Maiberger flew in the right seat while a S/Sgt from supply, who's name I can't remember, and I flew in the rear compartment.
We were all enlisted Marines and all wore flight suits which showed no rank. We flew from El Toro to McClellan AFB to refuel. The Air Force had no enlisted flight crews so they assumed that we all were officers. A staff car would pull up and ask if we cared to go to the officers club and wait. We sure as he-- didn't mention that we were all enlisted. From there we flew to Larson AFB in Washington and received the same treatment. Next stop was NAS Sand Point outside od Seattle. Sgt Woodring has a sister there and Sgt Maiberger liked the sister and I had my aunt and uncle there and the Sgt from supply just liked the liberty there.
We left El Toro on Friday and left Sand Point on Sunday. I was usually the last one to report to the plane for the return flight to El Toro. Every time I got there I found the other 3 sucking on their oxygen masks to get their heads clear for the return flight. We were quite a crew and M/sgt Woodring was one heck of a great pilot.
Sgt of Marines
Operation Silver Lance, Coffee And A Sweet Roll
Hello Sgt Grit;
I've been reading about Operation Silver lance in past and current issues of the newsletter. I was involved Silver Lance from the execution of planning until the after action reports.
In 1964 I was transferred into the First Marine Division Embarkation section. We were the planners for the movement, loading and supervision of the complete operation from the states. In all of the orders I saw the change of orders for the Fourth Marines from Hawaii was almost a last minute decision by FMF Pac and higher command.
We did detailed planning during December of 1964 and January 1965. Once orders were issued to load troops and cargo, I helped supervise the loading in San Diego and Del Mar. I don't remember the exact number of ships and troops involved but it included units from Camp Pendleton, 29 Palms, El Toro, Sea Bees and Force Recon.
During the operation I was stationed at the command ship directing all cargo and troops to the beach keeping track of every unit and load bound for the beach.
While the landing was going on, General Fairborne's tent and equipment didn't make it to the beach and I was dispatched in a Captian's Gig to locate the load. After many hours in the wet, dark night, moving from one circling landing crafts and LCUs to another, I finally located the general's cargo and directed it to the beach. After the operation was over, the general wanted to know who located his gear and I got a personal thank you from him with a cup of coffee and a sweet roll.
As to the embarkation of the Seventh Marines, I was also involved in the planning and loading of the Regiment for deployment to Okinawa and points West. It was a quick plan and move starting In April of 1965 and lasting about two weeks. It went very quickly and without a hitch. I'm not familiar with what happened to them after they left Camp Pendleton except that the majority of them landed in Okinawa.
During the rest of the summer after orders were issued to move the Division to Okinawa, Division Embark worked practically day and night to plan, move and load the Division for the displacement to Okinawa. The last of the Division left towards the end of August 1965 from San Diego. If I remember correctly the Seventh Marines were the first to leave in April, the Fifth Marines early summer and the First Marines and Division Headquarters and other supporting units at the end of August.
I was the last man on the pier that night and made the long walk from the Northmost pier all the way South to our operation office. It was about 2AM and the walk is a mile. I don't know how remember how many ships were involved but every pier was full. It was eerily quiet except for ship noises and smells and I remember thinking about what would start taking place when reveille at 5AM when the ships would awaken and prepare to get underway. These Marines aboard were embarking on the adventure of their life.
A few days later on Labor Day in September of 1965, I kissed my wife and kids goodbye and left with eleven other members of Division Embark under Major Roy Moss aboard a Marine Corps C130 for a 4 day trip to Okinawa to greet the Division and oversee the unloading, staging and redeployment to Viet Nam.
I was literally involved from day one until everything was concluded in Viet Nam with the whole operation. It took approximately 16 months from the beginning of silver Lance to move everything from stateside to Viet Nam. I left Viet Nam on October 30 1965 and made it home on Halloween, One day short of 14 months since I left the states, but that's another story.
Jerry R. Hattox
GySgt USMC (Ret)
Larry Wolf. Well I didn’t remember your name this morning when I read your response in Sgt Grits newsletter but after I thought about it for a few hours I remembered an article I’ve saved over the years. It’s amazing on how our memories work. After reading the Newsletter I was out for my morning walk and thought that one of the pictures in an article, 72 ANGLICO Marines Take “Big Step Into Nothing” Weekly has a picture of a LCpl Larry Wolf in it. Got home, pulled it out and there you are. The article was in the “Globe”, Friday, October 10, 1969. You are sitting with Cpl Dan Sumeracki, chutes on, waiting for the 46 to pick up a load. For some reason a puppy was there. Yes I remember the “Swoop Circle” very well. It was a honor to be a part of ANGLICO. Semper Fi
Nature vs Nurture
As a wee lad my father would often bring me to his office when he was SgtMaj of the Marine Barracks in Vallejo, California. I mostly remember there was a soft serve ice cream machine somewhere in the building and a footlocker full of toy trains my dad’s predecessor had left behind in the office.
Morning colors was a daily event with an entire formation rendering honors. I always stood next to my dad on the steps of the headquarters building mimicking everything I saw the Marines doing. Here I was, a three or four year old kid responding to the commands: “Parade rest! Atten-hut! Hand salute! Order Arms!”
One morning I realized I wasn’t a Marine and must look silly doing all that parade deck stuff. So I just stood there while the Marines went through their morning ritual. Then I heard my dad’s voice softly rumble like very distant thunder: “What the %$ do you think you’re doing?” Instantly I was all snap and pop again.
It has been said when it comes to nature vs nurture, it is apparent that I was groomed for what I have become. Interestingly, all my dad’s Marines used to refer to me as the ‘next SgtMaj’ all the time. Like jungle cats grooming a cub, they’d growl asking when I was going to join up.
One day dad sat me down and very seriously said: “You know you don’t have to be a Marine right?” I responded that I understood and didn’t really want to be a Marine when I grew up. From then on I was adamant I wasn’t ever going to join, right up until about a week before I walked into the recruiting office.
Dang it, I guess it’s in the blood.
Tnx to 1stSgt Brewer for the info about Operation Silver Lance. That was probably the operation that the SgtMaj had confused with Operation Steel Pike. Not all of us have 'fading memories'. I can still remember most of what happened during the several tours that I spent in-country like it was only last month. I didn't arrive in RVN until later that year, and was assigned to 3rd Marines in the western TAOR -- near Hill 362, just a little west of the Da Son ville (Grit should remember that one). I found my info referencing 3/9 setting up security for Chu Lai on 6 May 1965 using a Wikipedia link. I tried to access the May 1965 command chronology for 3/9, but it comes up blank -- April and June are listed, but for some reason, May is blank. The Wikipedia source indicates that "units" from 3/9, and not the entire battalion moved into Chu Lai to secure the area, a day ahead of the 3rd MEB landing on 7 May 1965. The bulk of 3/9 still had the responsibility for the Da Nang airstrip at the time.
"On 6 May units from the ARVN 2nd Division and 3rd Battalion, 9th Marines secured the Chu Lai area. On 7 May, the 3rd Marine Expeditionary Brigade (United States) (3rd MEB), composed of the 4th Marine Regiment, 3rd Reconnaissance Battalion, elements of Marine Aircraft Group 12 (MAG-12) and Naval Mobile Construction Battalion 10 landed at Chu Lai to establish a jet-capable airfield and base area."
MGySgt USMC (Ret)
1964 - 1987
In reply to Ron Mandell’s post “Sincerest Type of Flattery”, I can understand Ron’s thought that Posers and fakes and wanna-be’s can’t actually steal any veteran’s valor, and I do agree with that, however, for me it’s not so much the act of stealing one’s valor as it is the act of lying and pretending to be something that they are not and in the case of Marine posers, a title that we earned and love. Stealing and lying at any level is at the very least dishonest and shameful, but to lie about being a veteran and a highly decorated one at that is to me, one of the highest levels of despicability. I get pissed when I read of a phony airman, soldier, sailor and or coastguardsman wearing uniforms and ribbons and spewing bullsh!t stories and posturing all around town trying to impress people, but when I read of a poser turd claiming to be a Marine, it just lights me up with anger to higher level. Once or twice a week I will get on the internet and read the “Stolen Valor” stories and watch the videos and honestly, after I get over being pissed I even laugh a bit at some of these fvck-nuts because they are so mentally screwed up and it’s so obvious they are fakes. They are only making an a-s of themselves, I reason to myself, and all too often even non-veterans can tell they are fakes and posers, but it just strikes a nerve no matter how trivial their actions are perceived to be.
A few weeks ago I watched a video of a guy in a bar who was a dead ringer for a young, albeit fat Hitler, who was claiming to be a colonel and an Air National Guard pilot and he had all sorts of patches and badges on his fatigues. He puffed up when he asked the guy filming him if he knew what the patches represented. The veteran who confronted him and filmed him knew immediately that the dork was a fake and he was probably both laughing and shaking with anger as he listened to this goober’s bullsh!t stories. It’s obvious that the dork was fairly well educated on the military in general to be able to smoothly tell his bullsh!t history as well as he did, despite the fact that anyone with an ounce of common sense listening to him would be able to tell he was a wimpy bullsh!tter, but I know for sure that I could not have kept my composure for as long as the vet who filmed the whole thing. This guy was probably a lifetime loser who had been beaten up weekly as a kid and had his lunch money taken away and now he could hide behind some bullsh-t military stories and feel like the hero that he was unable to truly be. Why can’t these a-sholes just join the military if you want to be in uniform? As a kid I wanted to be railroad locomotive engineer and even today I still wish that I could have done that job, but I don’t walk around the mall in blue and white pinstripe Carhardt coveralls and coat with a red bandana tied around my neck. Be proud of who you are and what you are. But then too, I do realize that people who do this sh-t have serious mental issues.
Because I do not know the army and air guard regulations I could not have challenged this particular jerk on his patches, but if that jerk-wad had been claiming to be a Marine, all I would need to oust him would be to ask him five or six questions and I probably would have embarrassed him. I realize that these sick individuals are all over the place and there is little that can be done to them legally unless they break the Stolen Valor law and someone pushes the issue, but I applaud and highly encourage anyone who actively goes after these a-sholes. I have only personally been confronted by two individuals who lied about being Marines. One is a person I used to work with and getting tangled up in that could have caused unnecessary problems at work and the other a-swipe was a guy who walked up to me in a mall when he saw my Marine cover and claimed to be “Force Recon”. I asked him a few questions and when it became obvious that he was a fake my wife grabbed my arm and pulled me away. Even she could tell the guy was lying. I would not have allowed it to get physical, but I would have verbally embarrassed him more than what I did before my wife pulled me away. I honestly believe this problem is becoming far more widespread than many of us realize. No one is being physically hurt by these nefarious individuals, but why should they be allowed to tell these blatant lies when we are confronted by them and when they are the ones who put themselves out there with their bullsh-t? To anyone who actively goes after these people, I personally thank you!
Weapons Plt, Lima Co 3/8
In response to Marine Robert Bliss question posted in the 16 July Grit Newsletter concerning enlisted pilots in the Marine Corps. Yes the Corps had enlisted pilots and in early 1958 I had the privilege of flying with an all enlisted flight crew from Hawaii to El Toro.
This was back before the Corps had solidified its Marine Air-Ground Task Force concept of ground, air and logistics under a single commander. In fact, in the Pacific at least, there was a separate Command Structure and Headquarters for Marine Aviation – Air, FMFPac headquartered at El Toro.
After an interesting assignment to some mystical far-eastern sites in Japan and Okinawa, a group of us were being transported back to CONUS. As luck (or good fortune) would have it we were booked on the personal aircraft of the Commanding General, Air FMFPac. As I remember the aircraft was a VIP configured R5D (AKA C54 or civilian DC-4) with several booth-like tables (good for some poker games) as well as some very comfortable commercial-like seating.
But the most interesting feature of the flight was the crew – pilot and co-pilot were Master Sergeants. On their flight jackets they had Master Sergeant Insignia with the words “Flying Peons” inscribed in the middle of the insignia. I seem to remember a Chief Warrant Officer as part of the crew perhaps as Flight Engineer or some other position. As a young Sergeant, this was truly a great experience that few got to enjoy - A very professional flight crew and an amazingly comfortable aircraft for those days; no fold-down web seating and sharing the space with a bunch of cargo.
The last enlisted pilots (Flying Peons) in the Marine Corps retired in February 1973. For more on enlisted Naval Aviation Pilots visit: http://bluejacket.com/nap_index.htm
Marine Palmer Brown
MP and CID Research
The story I am working on presently concerns the investigation of a murder in Swann County, NC (fictional) of a recently released convict. The investigator is an ex-Marine, either CID or MP, and is also called onto the Marine base when two helicopters collide in a training mission and a FIM92 Stinger missile launcher and several missiles go missing at the crash site. The two cases, the murder and missile theft, are related, and solving one solves the other.
In researching the MOS of Marine MPs and CID agents, I find there is little on the web of any detailed nature. I am reading "Warrior Police," by Colonel Cucullu and Chris Fontana, which deals with army MPs, and it's a start. And of course, I have read "One Bullet Away," several on the Battles of Fallujah, one and two, and have ordered "Generation Kill" and others. But the daily life and duties of a Marine MP/CID soldier are somehow nowhere to be found. So what I really want is to speak with any Marine(s) who served as an MPs or CID agent in Iraq or Afghanistan. I would, of course, if permitted, fully credit any such source in the book's acknowledgements.
And, of course, if you have any idea of what further reading I could do, I would be most grateful for the direction.
Best regards, and thanks again for your time,
United States Marine
The United States Marine Corps is a war machine born on the splintered wooden decks of 18th Century British Men 'O War amid shot and shell and mangled spare parts.
We formed our emblem with vengeance. We tamed the eagle, nature's consummate predator. For strength of resolve, we heaved the ship's iron anchor, its rope fouled and tangled amid burning, grimy gunwales. Then we overran our perimeter, captured our domain and temporarily borrowed the globe from god.
Our brand of white hot fire and brimstone has been seared into the psyche of friend and foe during 240 years of romping, stomping, death-before-dishonor gut-wrenching glory.
We are occasionally uncouth, always rough, rugged amphibians; monsters from the sea; warriors cast in steel, blood, guts and muscle, eager to smite our nation's enemy.
We are the finest of fighters. Our left fist offers repentance, the right bloody riotousness. We overcome fear as we advance toward the enemy with fire that scorches our eyes and death embedded in our souls.
While others have knocked on Valhalla's door, Marines have kicked it in, charged through it and conquered what lay beyond.
With an allegiance to our Corps of "Semper Fidelis," and our ethos to America, "Corps, Honor, Country," we set sail under bright stars on waves of foamy seas for the freedom of all.
We live worse than soldiers, talk like sailors, scorn airmen and slap the hell out of all three at will. We strut like peacocks, salty, self-centered and overbearing.
Warriors by day, lovers by night, drunkards by choice, assassins by trade.
We are Marines by god!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!
1775 - 2015
M. N. Snitz
Copyright TX, United States Copyright Office, Library of Congress
Washington, D.C. 2006. Revised 2015
Here's a little trivia for you, and for what it's worth -- on one of my earlier trips back to Vietnam a few years ago (just made #12 this past Feb), I hired a driver through the concierge desk at the Furama Resort on China Beach...The driver had grown up in the Da Nang area, and was a former NVA/PAVN soldier c. 1979-1982!
He told me that he had spent most of his time fighting in the war in Cambodia. I wanted to take a short afternoon tour of some of my old stomping grounds from my earlier days with 3rd Marines on my first tour, before the regiment pulled out of Da Nang, and moved up to Camp Carroll in the fall of '66. On the way out, we passed through the old Dog Patch cluster, and saw that the old beer can shacks have all been replaced with mostly cinder block buildings. Then, as we passed what used to be the Hill 327 PX, which is now a rock quarry, on what used to be one of the most traveled roads in the Da Nang area years ago, the road turned into not much more than a washed out trail.
There is almost nothing left that would indicate our presence during the days of the "American War", however as we approached what used to be the old division headquarters on Hill 510, which is also another rock quarry, I spotted the old red and gold "Camp Reasoner" CP sign, still standing somewhat, along the right side of the road where Recon Bn used to be located. I remember that the sign had been erected when the CP belonged to 3rd Recon, before we all moved up north to the DMZ in the fall of '66 -- during the tail end of Operation Hastings, and the beginning of Operation Prairie I. 1st Recon then took over the Da Nang Recon CP until 1st MarDiv pulled out in mid-1971. Then we drove out past the old 11th Marines CP,out to Da Son ville, and then turned left up through the pass near Hill 362, and out to the BaNa mountains, where they're building a new 36 hole golf course, just north of the old Happy Valley area...This area used to be part of 2/3's TAOR before they moved down to Dai Loc in the spring of '66.
BaNa used to be an old French resort during the old French-Indochina days, and was later used as a mountain-top radio relay site and rest stop for 1st and 3rd Recon patrols during the 60's. Not much left of the old French resort nowadays, but the Vietnamese have built a tram to the top of the mountain, and several resort hotels on the hillsides. At almost 5000 feet, it provides a terrific viewpoint...A friend of mine from Chula Vista, Tom Addis, works for IMG golf course design. Tom is the golf course site supervisor and course sculptor for the new mountain course project at BaNa...During his 14 years in SEA, Tom has done numerous world class golf courses in Vietnam, including the Montgomerie Links GC at China Beach (part of which is the old ROK Marine CP area), and the beautiful Vinpearl course in Nha Trang.
Here's a couple of current pix of Freedom Hill (Hill 327) and the 3rd MarDiv-- then 1st MarDiv headquarters area at Hill 510 for ya -- other two were taken during a 'pit stop' at the Red Beach Resort with my driver.
MGySgt USMC (Ret)
1964 - 1987
Rise of the Valiant
The 2015 Major Norman Hatch Award has been awarded to filmmaker Bob Zimmerman, of Tuscola IL, for his documentary Rise of the Valiant. Each year, the Marine Corps Heritage Foundation presents a series of awards to both Marines and civilians from around the nation, recognizing their exemplary work in advancing and preserving Marine Corps history. Zimmerman’s film won for Feature Documentary. The 2015 awards were presented during a special ceremony National Museum of the Marine Corps on April 25, 2015
The story is told by veterans of the 6th Marine Division who relive their experiences during World War Two, from they time of their enlistment in the Marine Corps to coming back home after the war. However, the primary focus of the film is their experience at the Battle of Okinawa, which claimed the lives of 250,000 people during the 82-day battle. Their combined interviews provide a fascinating and moving portrait of the battle. The interviews are supplemented with war footage and photographs from the National Archives, the Marine Corp History Division, the National Museum of the Pacific War, and personal collections.
Bill Sloan, the author of the book The Ultimate Battle, provides commentary regarding the historical context of the experiences of the Marines. Eric Sizemore, a voice actor from Champaign, Illinois, provides the narration.
Rise of the Valiant and Bob Zimmerman’s first film Out of Nowhere, a documentary about the Champaign music scene are available locally at Exile on Main and That’s Rentertainment in Champaign, IL. The films are also available on Amazon by clicking on the link at www.razfilms.com.
In 1967 I served at MCAS Beaufort with MGySgt JJ Quinn, an enlisted pilot who flew C-47. He had retired and worked for the FAA for several years before he volunteered to go active and flew C-47's dropping flares out of Chu Lai in 1966. MGySgt Quinn was a fine gentleman. Many times I watched him telling stories to young Lieutenants and Captains and he had them all spellbound. These officers treated him like the hero he was and showed him a great deal of respect.
1st MAW DaNang 1968-1968
Was mp in downtown Jacksonvile section shortly after that happened...picked up two boots hitching on road back to base and conversation got around to the 'Tragedy" they both said Mckeon was great di and good man. No one knew there was a problem till they got back to quarters and discovered people missing. All that illustration crap about screaming is exactly that, at least that's what two of the guys there said.
Sgt Don Wackerly
53-56 Jacksonville MP's 1956
I may have missed something or got something wrong. I think 1st SGT Herb Brewer said 1965 was the 1st time the 4th Marines had set foot on US soil since WWII. I think I finished T&R about June 1953. When I reported to Camp Pendleton, I could have sworn that I was assigned to 1st Batt 4th Marines, Weapons co. 81 mortars. Then transferred to Anglico, 1/4. When the 3rd Div headed for Korea I was in Anglico, FSCC Sig Co Hq Bn 3rd Mar Div and as most know the truce was signed while we were in route, so we ended up in Camp Gifu Japan. But someone correct me if I’m wrong about 4th Marines.
Doran Cooper Sgt.
There is a new book on the market called Remembering Douglas Eugene Dickey USMC. It is about a young Marine who is a Medal of Honor Marine for heroism in Vietnam, it tells of family background, the courageous act in battle, the company and platoon, and the battles they fought in. It is a book every Marine should read. I am proud to say I was a member of his platoon. I think this would be a great book for you to carry. It is available at Barnes and Noble and also Amazon.
It was published June 20th 2015. Thank you for listening.
Attention James V.Merl
D.I. S/Sgt. McKeon
The book: Court-Martial At Parris Island, The Ribbon Creek Incident
Written by John C Stevens 111
Available on Amazon plus/minus $ 15.00
I read somewhere that his son was a D.I. also.
"We have therefore to resolve to conquer or die: Our won Country's Honor, all call upon us for vigorous and manly exertion, and if we now shamefully fail, we shall become infamous to the whole world. Let us therefore rely upon the goodness of the Cause, and the aid of the supreme Being, in whose hands Victory is, to animate and encourage us to great and noble Actions."
--George Washington, General Orders, 1776
"I like the enemy knowing there are a few guys like me around."
--General James 'Maddog' Mattis
The Eagle S**t Once A Month!
Don't get pissed, REENLIST! Ship for six!
Fair winds and following seas.