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I have been reading this column for over 5 yrs. I was a recon
team leaded in the Nam 68-69-70 and I will tell all of you those
guys in the zooomies and those who keep them flying saved my
bacon more then once. Not a Marine kiss my A..
Ross (Colorado, 3 Recon Bn recon team 3 the Nam 68-69-70)
I Just Did My Job
I'm not a hero; I never want to people to confuse me with a
hero. All I did in Iraq was drive around and set up
communications. I never stormed buildings or even took enemy
fire, other than a SCUD which was a dud. I took far fewer
knocks than many other people over there; I never had to fire my
weapon or call in artillery.
Now, I ask, does that make me a bad Marine? Does that make me
any less of a Marine than anyone else? Do my Eagle, Globe and
Anchor mean less than someone else's, someone who actually fired
their weapon overseas? Does it make me unfit to hold the title?
Does it make me less of a man?
No. It doesn't. The fact that I never had to discharge my
weapon in the line of duty is something I hold with pride. The
fact that I never had to take another human being's life is
something I'll cherish forever. The fact that all I did was
drive a HMMWV around for six months bothers me not at all. I'm
proud of the service I performed overseas; I helped maintain the
Antenna Hill and acted as a crypto assistant, filling radios
with vital encryptions in the middle of the night on many
occasions. I stood watch at night, dug holes, laughed, cried,
sweat, and bled, just like every other Marine over there.
Granted, my sense of direction is awful and memory helps to
muddle up exact locations and dates, but I have a pretty clear
memory of the things that matter. I made friends over there
I'll never forget and saw awful things no person, no matter how
peaceful or warlike, should see. I saw a little girl with her
arm burned off and a panicked father frantically trying to get
her help, ignoring the third-degree burns on his own face until
she was safely being cared for.
I saw children smiling, waving at us as we drove past, cheering
us for coming to help their country.
I did my duty overseas and I kept my honor clean; I took a lot
of crap from my NCOs because I was unsure of myself; after all,
I had only been in the Corps for eight months. I tried my best
and I learned a lot over there. I learned about the good in men
and the bad from both the 'enemy' and my 'friends'.
I'm not a hero; I just did my job.
Surprised To Learn
MOS & Causalities at Khe Sanh
You know, when it comes down to it, Marines are pretty much
Marines, no matter their MOS. Now I never fixed my bayonet like
my friends Mike Powers and John Rowland and I never charged an
entrenched enemy bunker or ridge line like my other friend Steve
Wiese did during his 18 month combat tour. I never sat month
after cold isolated month on the top of a lonely piece of ground
like Phil Nuchereno, watching my friends being picked off one at
a time, wondering when and how my time would come. I never
commanded men on an isolated hilltop like Ernie Spencer and to
say that I was particularly brave or extraordinary would be a
stretch. After all, I was just a private and did the job the
Marine Corps assigned to me, just a regular Joe. I knew a lot of
just regular Joes at Khe Sanh, men like Bill Poland and Beryl
Bushaw who went about their very dangerous job with little sleep
and little food. Who fought their own battles for survival ever
day and somehow, perhaps through just plain luck, persevered.
The reason I bring this up now is the result of a conversation I
had with a person I happened to meet a few days ago who was
surprised to learn that there were "other than grunts at Khe
Sanh." As an example I guess I could have mentioned Donald
Saunders, Ken Williams or Wilbur Stovall. All KIA at Khe Sanh,
none assigned to infantry units, but all three were Marines.
Although my personal knowledge of the Marine Corps Combat Base
at Khe Sanh is somewhat limited to the period of time I was
there, roughly August 1967 to sometime in April 1968, as I look
back it seems like I was there forever. To this day, certain
experiences remain vivid in my memory and dreams. I have read
extensively about the events of the Siege and have spoken to
numerous individuals who were there with me. Each recalls a
somewhat different yet similar experience.
Certainly the Military Occupational Specialty (MOS) varied,
however I am quite sure the 0311 (Infantry) made up the majority
of these on the base and surrounding hills. As such, it would
make sense that most causalities were to those that held the MOS
of an infantryman or related combat specialty. By several
different accounts there were from 5,000 to 6,000 men at Khe
Sanh in late 1967. I am not really sure if this number includes
the hills and various other locations around the immediate
vicinity of the base, however that is a fair amount of military
personnel, at least by Marine Corps standards. But regardless of
the exact number of U.S. and allied personal at Khe Sanh, it is
generally accepted that the number of NVA troops in the area was
somewhere in the neighborhood of 20.000 to 40,000 men with
supporting arms.
I don't know the ratio of 0311's to other MOS's on the base, but
there were certainly many different and varied military
specialties present among the Marine, Army, Navy and Air Force
personnel. Cook's, truck drivers, office clerks, engineers,
Seabees, medical personnel, electricians, mechanics, wiremen,
artillery, forward observers, graves registration, supply,
radar, fork lift drivers, heavy equipment operators, air traffic
control, tanks, supporting arms (50's and twin 40's) to name
just a few, but there were many more. To look at those who were
present, you could not tell one from the other, they all looked
the same. Each carrying their individual weapon wherever they
went. Red stained ratty green uniform, tired, scared, skinny and
exhausted, grunt, clerk and cook. Each MOS took casualties and
all faced the same dangers together. All had their time in the V
ring, not one safer nor job easier than the other.
Tom Horchler was a truck driver with H. Q. 1/13 who risked his
life daily, taking rounds while he drove his truck to the dump,
hauled water, C rations, sandbags, artillery shells from the
landing strip to the guns, picking up the dead and gently
transporting their lifeless bodies to Grave Registration. A
moving exposed high value target every day, no trench, armor,
sandbags or overhead to protect him, unable to hear the rounds
leaving the guns of the enemy, unable to run, hide or even hope,
all he had was just luck and a prayer. Continuing his duty half
the night standing guard in the trench line waiting for the
attack, which we all knew was coming.
Tom knew he had a dangerous job; no one had to tell him it was
dangerous and no one had to thank him for his effort at
supporting "them." It was the job the Marine Corps gave him, and
at Khe Sanh, it was just as valuable, just as necessary and just
as dangerous as any other. There were many at Khe Sanh just like
Tom Horchler, not an 0311, but a Marine, doing a job which was
just as dangerous, just as dirty and just a necessary as the
rest of the jobs that had to be done.
At Khe Sanh we were all the same and it did not matter what MOS
the military had given us. There was no safe place, no place to
rest, to hide or sleep, no place safer than another. We were all
the same at Khe Sanh no matter the MOS, officer, enlisted or
civilian contractor. We all shared in the danger equally and our
casualties reflected our presence.
Craig W. Tourte
USMC 1966-1968
H.Q. 1/13 Khe Sanh Combat Base
Extract Or Insertion
In response to Air Wingers not being Marines. I was a crew
chief/doorgunner on frogs CH-46s with HMM 262 70-71 out marble
mountain. Earned 56 Air medals with he help of my fellow crew
members. that sniper must ever have been in a spot where he had
to call in support to get sorry but out of a jam. I can't count
how times our crews flew all day in too the sh-t, then came back
to base to stay up all night repairing our birds so we could it
all over again. Or of the many times we were woke up for an
emergency extract or insertion. Yes most of the time we had hot
chow bunks to sleep in and all came with your occasional
incoming rounds. So the next time some one tells an Air Winger
is not a Marine tell them they had to be there.
Cpl RON Sheldon, HMM-262. ET-18 Flying Tigers 70-1971
OK You SOB's
Sgt. Grit,
A humorous story that I have to relate.
My Squadron, VMF (aw) 115 was being deployed to the USS
Independence CVA-62 for a Med Cruise. We were replacing a Navy
Squadron that was getting new birds and the Indy needed a
Fighter Squadron to provide CAP.
Anyway, we were at Pier 12 in Norfolk, and had about 3 days
before sailing.
It was the Order of the Day that to leave the base, you had to
be in the Uniform of the Day, which at the time were greens.
So, I get my Liberty Card, and am standing at the bus stop to
catch a bus to the front gate when the bus pulls up full of
Squids and one old salty Gunny. The minute that I got on the
bus, he stands up an says "OK you SOB's, the sides are even now.
Lets get it on". He was dead serious, and I was scared to death
but ready to cover his back. Thankfully, he patted my back and
laughed.
Oh, by the way, the Squids aboard the Indy called us 115
Vicious Mo Fo's, At Work.
R. J. "CC" Boyle
Weight Of The World
Just thought I would share my Moto Ink with you. Hope you like
it, I certainly do.
Semper Fi
SSgt Boos
First Epistle to the Recruit
Found this in a box of old photos, I think the first time I read
it was back in '48 but I see that it has been up dated a little:
George M. Hayes
1. Lo, all ye miserable sinners, entering through the vale of
tears called Boot Camp and into the Land of Khaki and Forest
Green. Hearken ye unto my word, for I have dwelt in this land
for many months and mine eyes have witnessed all manner of folly
and woe. Verily have I tasted of the Bitter Fruit of TS and
drained the dregs of the Cup of SNAFU.
2. Gird up thy loins, my son, and seize fast upon thy globe and
anchor. Act slowly, with exceeding care and hearken first to a
sadder and wiser man than thee.
3. Beware thou of the Sergeant called First. He hath a pleased
and foolish look upon his face, but he knoweth all things and he
concealeth a serpent in his heart. Avoid him at all times,
especially when he speaketh quietly and his lips smileth. He
smileth not for thee. His heart rejoices at the sight of thy
youth and thy ignorance. He will smile and smile and work all
manner of evil against thee. A wise man would shun the Company
Office, wherein lies his domain, but it is the fool who pauseth
there hoping to glean a crumb of scuttlebutt, for he will dwell
in the scullery forever
4. Knowest thou well the Company Gunny. He it is that loveth to
find rust upon thy weapons. He will reward thee with many weeks
of No Liberty and he smileth not even though it maketh him
happy.
5. Now! Know ye this fact above all else! Unto all things
there is a time. There is a time to speak and a time to remain
silent. Be thou like unto a stone in the presence of thy
superiors. Keep thy tongue when they shall call for volunteers.
The wise man searcheth out the easy work details but only a fool
sticketh out his neck.
6. Look thou with disfavor upon the newly made Corporal and shun
him if possible. He prizeth much his stripes and is proud and
foolish. He laugheth and joketh much with the elder noncoms and
looketh upon the privates with a frown and would cause them much
grief. He would fain go to OCS but he is not qualified.
7. Know thou the Sergeant of the Mess. He is a man of many
moods. When he looketh pleased and his words are like honey, the
wise man seeketh him out and praiseth his chow and laugheth much
at his jests. When he moveth with great haste and the sweat
standeth upon his brow and he curseth under his breath, make
thyself scarce, for he will fall like a whirlwind upon the idle
and the eightball will know his wrath and will shine many GI
Cans.
8. Know thou the Supply Sergeant, that he is a lazy man and he
worketh not. For he is the keeper of many good things. If thou
would wear well fitting raiment and avoid the statement of
charges, make him thou friend. He prizeth drunkenness above all
things. He careth not for praise or flattery but lend him thou
lucre and thou beer chits and he will favor thee.
9. Cursed be him who always standeth first in the line of chow,
short stoppeth the dessert, and secureth the joe unto himself.
He taketh from the meat dish with a heavy hand and leaveth thee
the bony part. He is thrice cursed, and all Marines, even unto
the lowest private shall revile him and spit upon him, for his
name is called Chow Hound and he an abomination.
10. Know thou the Big Time Operator, but trusteth him not. He
worketh always upon a deal and he speaketh confidentially . He
knoweh many women and he goeth on liberty every night. He would
borroweth all thy money, yea, even to thy last beer chit. He
promiseth to fix thee up, but doeth it not.
11. H&ll hath no fury like a Shavetail scorned. He walketh with
a swagger and regardeth the enlisted man with a raised eyebrow.
He looketh upon his gold bar with exceeding pleasure and loveth
a salute mightily. Act thou lowly unto him. Salute, call him Sir
and he will leave thee in peace. Ignore him and thou shall wish
that thou hast never been born.
12. Beware thou of the Company Commander, who is called the Old
Man. Learn to know him by sight at a hundred paces and shun him
for he will make thee sweat. When he approacheth, look thou on
the ball, for he loveth to chew upon the posterior. Keep thou
out of his sight and let him know thee not by name, for he who
arouseth the wrath of the Old Man fills his own messkit with
bread and water and he shall go many times unto the Chaplain.
13. Learn these ways well. Know also the way that is right and
the way that is wrong, and avoid both these ways like the
plague, for thy way, hence forth,is the Marine Corps way which
changeth by directive as often as the squad leaders word on
green side of brown side. The wise man sweateth it out though it
fouleth him up exceedingly, and showeth in him even unto the day
his stripes rivaleth the Zebra. Selah.
1933 Plymouth
Once a Marine always a Marine is very true. I'm sending you a
picture I had air brush painted on the back of my 1933 Plymouth
Street Rod. When I go to car shows everyone is taking picture's
of the back. Really makes me feel proud to be a Marine and to
see people backing our troops. You don't see other service's
with as much pride after they get out as the Marine Corps. Keep
up the good work Sgt. Grit.
George Hahn Vietnam 67-68
Sgt. of Marines 62-72
Semper Fi
That Point On
My greatest experience as a Marine came almost a decade after
leaving active duty. I had begun my career as a social worker
and was working down the hall from an elderly man, Frank. Frank
only worked at our office two or three days a week so it was
about a year after I started work that he approached me and
began talking about the Corps. Being a history buff on all
things Marine, I quickly pegged him as a "China Marine" and when
I called him this he just smiled.
From that point on, he and I talked whenever we had the chance.
He served Col. Puller throughout the colonel's time in Korea.
At the landing at Inchon, Frank told of how he couldn't make
himself small enough to cross the wall but how Chesty was
standing on the wall giving orders. At the Chosin, Frank was an
observer for Col. Puller, spending days by himself observing the
movements of the NK and Chinese armies before reporting back to
Col. Puller. For his time in Korea, Frank earned the Silver
Star.
As you can guess, being around Frank was humbling. Many of our
co-workers never knew the hero that was in their company, they
saw only the white haired gentleman that was soft-spoken and
walked with a cane. He never shared his story with others, not
even with the lady he shared an office with. It was the day of
my experience that she learned about the hero in her office. I
had been to Cherry Point to get some Marine things and noticed a
coffee mug with the "Chosin Few" and "Some Gave All" on it which
I bought for Frank without hesitation. When I gave the mug to
Frank, he began to cry as his office mate looked on. As I held
this hero, my hero, I told her she was sharing the office with a
true hero. It was at that moment I realized the true bond
Marines share.
I haven't seen Frank Hinson in a while, I have moved to another
county, but I know he continues to serve. Every morning, he has
breakfast with his wife at her nursing home. She can no longer
say she loves him, but he continues live by two words, Semper
Fi.
John B. '89-'96
The Entire Package
Just a note on some of my brothers feeling unworthy about there
station during war time. Me I was injured in boot camp, busted 2
disc in my low back, I was given the opportunity to go home. I
have to tell you that scared me to death. That was not an
option. Later we boarded ship 1st Battalion 5th Marines, where I
was given the job of M-79 Grenade launcher, wow what a weapon.
After my second injury (Shrapnel) Once again I was ask if I
wanted to go home. H&ll no.. Long story short. I was put in the
galley as a cook. That's fine, when we were lifted and put on
the beach at the Cong Delta. I was a stretcher barer, water
carrier, not much need for a cook then. Later when we landed
permanently in Chu Lai. I was assigned to a Platoon as there
field cook. I worked out of a tent with a second Luie as my
boss. (joke)
I seen a lot of my fellow Marines go thru my line for the last
time. I actually got pretty good at making the Hobo coffee. I
always managed a can or 2 of sardines for troops going on
missions, the very least I could do. I often felt less than
worthy even after all I had been thru... I seen things I
wouldn't talk about for years, putting Marines on Helicopters
after they were shot up even killed. Then I was a stretcher
barer.
You know we can't, any of us feel bad or guilty or unworthy for
one second. We all had our jobs to do and when did it dam well.
Think of all the college studs that stayed home or worse yet
fled to Canada. When I think of the entire package I actually
feel pretty good about myself. We all must. End of story. It
actually saddens me when I read of some Marines carrying this
load on them selves. Please don't. Heads up and Semper Fi
CPL. RV Casto USMC 64-68
The Officer Was
Hello Marine,
I just finished reading your Newsletter for 31 January 2008.
Every time I get the newsletter I enjoy reading all of the
stories that are sent in from around the world about Marine
Corps anything.
I served Stateside and in Rodman, Canal Zone from '68 - '72 &
'73 - '75 at El Toro. I am proud of the fact that I served my
country in our beloved Marine Corps as a 2111 armorer. During my
tour at El Toro I served with H&MS 37. So I guess that made me
an air winger too, even though I was an armorer while there. Any
way I ended up being pistol range NCOIC there and enjoyed my
duty very much.
But I digress. What I am writing about is a letter titled,
"Instead Of A Sergeant Major" by MSgt Gene Hays USMC Retired. In
his letter he was mentioning he could not fathom the thought
that any of our Marine Generals would willingly subordinate
Marine Officers and Enlisted men in a Line or Operational unit
to an officer of another branch of service. Chesty has to be
rolling over in his grave. Point of fact is that just prior to
the Civil War, Marines were under an Army officer that were sent
to get John Brown at Harper's Ferry in Virginia. That officer
was Robert Edward Lee, who went on to be General Lee of the Army
of Northern Virginia. So, you see sir, this not something that
is new to our military way of doing things.
Semper Fi and thanks for everyone's service no matter their MOS
or duty station.
Carl Conkling
Sgt of Marines
June '68 - May '72
April '73 - April '75
2409946
P.S. I included my serial number because I remember very well in
Boot being instructed to give out only "Name, Rank, and Serial
Number. To never give out Social Security Number. You see the
first 3 digits of our Social Security/Military ID will let
someone know what state your Social Security Number was issued
in. In my case mine was issued in the state of Wyoming when I
was old enough to apply for a job and not given at birth as it
is done now.
Tax Free Paycheck
Sgt Grit,
I've read about the guys who are Vietnam Era Veterans, those who
were in the Corps during the war but didn't get sent down south.
I feel like I'm even in a worse situation. I got out of my radio
operators course in Dec 69 and was sent to the Hq. Bn., 4th Mar
Div at Camp Pendleton. I had to request to be sent to
WesPacGrdFor. When I got to Okinawa in Sept 70 about 3 guys on
our plane went straight to Vietnam. The rest of us stayed to
help bring the 3d Mar Div up to strength. During my first year
I got to go into the field with my artillery battery to learn
how to call steel rain in on to the enemy and to keep warm at Mt
Fuji, Japan. If I had returned to the world after just one year
I would have still worn my fire watch ribbon as my only
decoration. I had to extend my tour by 6 months to get on a
deployment with BLT 2/4. We did go to wonderful places like
Subic Bay, Taiwan, Japan (again). While deployed aboard the USS
Tripoli (LPH-10) we cruised through the waters of Vietnam. For
this we all received the Vietnam Service Medal. The sailors
aboard the ships received combat pay along with their tax free
paychecks. We Marines just got to get tax free paychecks. Since
we were only in Vietnam waters for 4 different months we did not
receive the Vietnam Campaign Medal. Of course the sailors were
on a 6 month deployment and they were able to meet the 6 months
in Vietnam for the Vietnam Campaign Medal.
In the middle of all this we were sent to the Indian Ocean. It
seems India and Pakistan were having another disagreement about
Bangladesh. We Marines were going to be used to extract foreign
nationals out of the battle zone. I was told since our Artillery
Liaison group had Naval Gun Fire experience, we would be in the
first wave of helicopters to land.
So we floated in circles for about a month trying not to run the
Russian trawlers down. Oh, by the way, the USS Enterprise and 8
destroyers were pulled off the gun line of Vietnam and sent out
there too. The foreign nationals were taken out of harms way via
airplanes. When we were relieved we went to Subic Bay with a
month and a half tax free pay in our pockets. But that is
another story.
It was really frustrating to get so close and train so hard and
not be able to do anything except train some more. I've been
very honest and have told this to combat vets. To the man they
have said "Be thankful you didn't go into combat."
Tom Tilque
Cpl USMC
1969-73
Real Professionals
Just a quick OOOHRAHH! to all my Brothers and Sisters serving in
the Iraq and Afganny wars in search of the b*stards that
attacked us. Let them be aware that the Eagle has been awakened
and is extremely P!SSED OFF! That being said again I say thank
you for serving and keeping us safe once again. I was in from
88-92 and served on board the USS Carl Vinson (CVN - 70) for 15
months on sea duty and then got transferred to 3rd Bn 7th Mar.
1st MarDiv. out of the Stumps and was deployed to Desert Storm
where I served as a machine gunner in India Co. We didn't see as
much action that you all have seen but we lost a FEW GOOD MEN in
the process. it really p!sses me off when one MOS puts down
another because of the one not doing what seems like much but in
all reality they do more behind the scenes. Supply, support,
Airwing, whatever. We're all part of 1 team and need to support
each other. As for this "So-called Sniper" I never met one that
flaunted such brash statements as he did which leads me to think
he isn't one at all but a wanna be. I'll end with this, my
Company Commander Capt. Folberg told us " Real professionals
don't brag." From 1 Marine who is not so lean to all my
younger Brothers and Sisters I salute you and the stand up job
you are doing....Semper Fi!
David Tatro (Lcpl 3rd Bn. 7th Mar.)
Hot LZ's
SGT GRIT
I just read some of the letters about "AIRWING MARINES" not
being "REAL MARINES". I was trained as an AIRWING MARINE 68/72
1st MAW DaNang RVN 70/71. We stood Perimeter Watch, Rode
Security on Convoys or worked 12 to 14 hour days everyday. Some
of us where AIRCREW MEMBERS and flew into "HOT LZ's" and some of
us kept the Aircraft in the AIR to support the GRUNTS. There are
"14,837 MARINE NAMES on the VIET NAM WALL"! Not Grunt, Airwing,
Cook or Supply JUST MARINE NAMES! Each one of us where trained
in a specific field Air, Land or Sea, we are MARINES! "We ALL
GAVE SOME, and SOME GAVE ALL".
SEMPER FI
Rick
USMC 68/72
DANANG RVN 70/71
Awesome
I served as a grunt in the early 1960's, (1961-1963). While we
were deployed in northern Thailand with the 3rd Marine
Expeditionary Brigade, we had Marine F4 Phantoms for air
support. I am not familiar as to how air wings are organized as
to wings and what ever. We established Camp Rama I outside of
Udorn Thani and as usual we had our tents, parade field, flag
poles on one end and mess tent behind the poles. Every morning
shortly after 0600, two F4's would fly over us perpendicular to
the parade field. They would then come around and line up with
the parade field and go sideways and lower wing would go thru
flag poles. They would straighten up, go up and kick in
afterburners. Knocked the mess tent down several times.
Awesome.
While on patrols, the F4' would come in over us at treetop
level. No problem reading "Marines" on side of the plane. That
was a great feeling knowing that Marines were looking out for
us. Shortly before leaving Thailand, the Marine F4's were taken
out and Air Force F4's were brought in. From then on, we only
saw them up high. It was like no air cover. Wish I could have
met the pilots and guys who were taking care of us.
Thanks flyboys and all those that keep the planes flying.
Nothing like Marine Air Power.
Frank D Briceno
Sgt of Marines
USMC 1960-1964
USMCR 1971-176
Was Therapeutic
I wanted to say, "Thank You," for publishing my note 01/24/08. I
have read many responses, and they tuned me up. I feel better
about the fact that although I did not see combat, By The
Christ, I am still a Marine. The responses and stories of other
Marines feeling likewise, was therapeutic!
I hope that by doing so, perhaps putting it in writing, helps
other brother and sisters solve their torment.
So, feeling better after reading the newsletter, my dog and I
went and PT'ed. Yep, we got some!
What a outfkingstanding unit you run, Sgt. Grit!
Now, get down, bends and mothrfdffufers! until I get tired!
Semper Fi
S/Sgt Vick
Low Profile
I got a chuckle reading Doc Thomkins letter (in the 24 Jan Sgt
Grit) referencing CWO Eley's tale about using the condoms to
protect the dynamite on Midway in WWII. My dad (Donald C.
Smyser) told me a few stories about his time on Midway, too. He
was a SSgt when he got out, but got his Purple Heart at Midway
in the mop up after the battle. At the time, I believe he was a
Cpl. He was an air winger/gunner to start out, until they
discovered he was night blind. But, any way...his story involved
a group of them having a few drinks on the beach one night when
off duty. Somebody found or brought a flare gun (very pistol)
to the party, and when they were pretty hammered, he decided to
shoot it off. Unfortunately, it was loaded with a red flare;
which, at the time around the invasion, was the signal for a
"red-alert", indicating a renewed invasion/attack. The sirens
went off, and the whole island went on alert. All of the
partiers realized they were in some deep $### if they got caught
with that flare pistol. They beat a hasty retreat back to their
cots, having deposited the flare gun down the nearest latrine.
He and his buddies kept a low profile for awhile, but had the
occasional chuckle over the whole thing. Dad is gone now, but I
still remember the stories.
Dana Smyser, Cpl (70-72)
CoG, 2/7, 1st Mar Div
Papers To Prove It
Sgt Grit,
As a former scout sniper (papers to prove it) I hope those
reading this don't think all of us are as ignorant as some "want
to be" show themselves to be. Any sniper knows that every Marine
is part of each mission. From supply who orders our ammo and
gear to medics who patch our a$$. We all do our part, more than
once we all have called for help when the S--- hit the fan. We
are all brothers. Don't let some wanna be, cause you to doubt
your value to the Corps. Unfortunately there are some who run
everyone else down to make themselves look bigger. If you served
honorably then you are a Marine.
Semper Fi
Tim Leonhardt
Lawton Okla..
Let Him Think
If that team-leader thinks that "AIR_WINGER" do not do anything,
LET HIM THINK about AVIATION ORDNANCEMEN, you know the fools
that load to bombs, rockets, missiles, etc. to support him!
Then think back to my war in VIETNAM where I spent 5+ years in
of the 9+ years before I was medically discharged to the VA.
then think that I spent part of that time in-the-field and by
myself brought home 100+ men that were taken POW?MIA until I
brought them home through CHU LAI (air-base), RVN. want more???
SEMPER FI!
Edwin A. Halderman,
SSgt. USMC (med-retired)
Ask Any One
Ask any one who was in the Corps during the period between June
1950 to 1952 what their thoughts were about the First Marine Air
Wing and I'm sure that you would get a majority of positive
replies. There could be no sweeter sound than an F4 Gull winged
Corsair Piloted by some one trained and experienced in the art
of close combat air support, winging its way down through a
valley in order to buy time enough to regroup and gain higher
ground. To all of them and their support staffs we give a big
THANK YOU and God Bless.
Sam Cole
Sgt USMC 1st Mar/Div 1948-1952
Hill Positions
Sgt Grit - I have enjoyed your weekly newsletters for many years
now. However, in reading about the so called "Marine" sniper
that had made disparaging remarks about Airwing Marines and
their place in the Marine Corps pedigree; I experienced a
supreme sense of sadness at the disrespect shown for my brothers
killed in Marine helicopter operations in Vietnam.
As the squadron historian for HMM-262 Vietnam Veterans
Association, I am bound by honor to tell this "Marine" sniper
about the sacrifices my squadron mates made in one 77-day period
many years ago during the Siege of Khe Sanh.
In attempting to keep the hill positions surrounding the Khe
Sanh Combat Base alive, my squadron lost 10 men killed, 43
wounded, 5 evacuated to the states, and 7 helicopters destroyed.
Total losses for our squadron during the Vietnam War - 55 men
killed; 40 plus helicopters destroyed.
I suspect that this "sniper" has never found himself surrounded
by a numerically superior enemy on the verge of overrunning his
position. I wonder what his impression would be of the Marine
helicopter "airwing" crews - after he came to grips with the
fact that he was facing the certainty of a violent death - when
a Marine chopper swoops in with weapons firing to save his
bacon.
I am hoping that our Marine Corps is not complacent in reminding
our young Marines of today of the many sacrifices their brothers
before them have made.
Semper Fi
Kreig "Hip" Loftin
HMM 262 Squadron Historian VVA
Vietnam 1967-68 - Crew Chief
Sgt of Marines
Care To Trade
Whatever someone did to help keep me alive in Vietnam, bless
them. It distresses me to hear anyone being dissed because of
the type of service they perform. The lady with the son who's
job it was to honor fallen hero's. Can we talk stress here?
Bless that young man for HIS honor!
Years ago I was point man for a group of affected Vietnam Vets.
It was a weekly meeting attended by thirty or more in-country
Vietnam Veterans. I noticed one young man who listened,
supported and tried to be there for others... but never spoke
about himself or his service. Believing in confrontational
therapy, I asked him point blank what he did in Vietnam. He
demurred and I insisted. He was ashamed because he was never a
real soldier, all he did for two years was work in graves
registration!
After I recovered from the initial shock, I asked everyone else
if they'd care to trade their jungle time for his "rear area"
job. Everyone in the group agreed that _I_ needed my head
examined. Was I nuts, or what? Two years in graves registration
and he was ashamed of his service!
Proud MOM, remain proud. Proud Father, you also! Your sons and
daughters are doing their part, in-country, out in the bush, at
base stations or rear areas. If they do the tasks assigned to
them in an honest, honorable manner, then they have served as
needed and deserve full credit for their service. They have
NOTHING to be ashamed of!
Steven Byars, HM1
2nd plt., "E" Co., 2/1 '65-
One Other Thing
In response to Sgt. Chargois letter, I've read other comments
from air wingers and other Marines. Just wanted to put my 2
cents worth. I'm a Viet Nam air winger, crew chief on CH-46's
who proudly wears my combat aircrew wings on my cover [ball cap]
wherever I go. Yes we didn't have to slop around in the mud and
jungles like the grunts did, but I never heard any of them
complain or say we weren't Marines, most of the time it was
thanks, when we brought in food or ammo when they needed it or
pull them out of an emergency extract or medivac. We joined
voluntarily to be Marines, and were and still proud of being
the best. One other thing I was proud to have known and call
friend the only Marine enlisted airwinger to be awarded the
Medal of Honor PFC. Mike Clausen HMM-263. He was already in
country when I arrived but showed us FNG's what to do and how to
do it.
SEMPER FI
H.L. Jarvis Sgt of Marines
1967-1971 RVN 69-70
Special Skills
Just want to add to the comments on Wingers are not Marines,
some Winger must have smacked that little boy sniper around at
some point so now he has it in for them or just maybe he
realized it takes smarts to get into the wing that he did not
have( That I say with a smile on my face) I had nothing but
profound respect for the guys that pounded dirt for a living.
When I was in, 1971-1979 that was not what I wanted to do. I
chose Aviation. Just as it takes special skills to be a sniper,
being in Marine Aviation has its own set of skills you have to
master. Every Marine has earned the right to be called Marine,
your MOS does not matter, weather its O311 or 6052 you have the
basic premise of every Marine. And that's that shooting badge
you wear, Marines are different and for some panty waist to say
you are not one because of your MOS is stupid, ignorant . I will
say no more, he has already show his lack of intelligence.
Frank Huff Sgt USMC
Air Winger 1971-1979
Thank You
To all those who have responded so kindly to my last letter, I
send a thank you and Semper Fi! To set the record straight, I
never meant to take anything away from the guy on the ground who
spends his days dodging bullets. I have always admired you
ground-pounders. Lets face facts...the Marine Corps was built
around the Infantryman and his rifle...all the rest of us exist
to make sure that he can do his job and take the fight to the
enemy. To those who have served or are serving in Infantry
units, my hats off to you. Your is a job not many can, or have
the courage to do. I have always been proud to have worn the
uniform of a United States Marine, and even prouder to know that
the title Marine is one I'll carry for the rest of my life.
Regardless of MOS, I have always looked at every Marine as my
brother/sister, and it is wonderful to know that so many of you
feel the same way. I do let those few "rotten apples" in the
bunch like Mr. "Sniper" spoil the pride I feel at being a member
of the finest band of warriors this world has ever seen.
Again...to all of you who have shared your comments and
support....thank you again. And especially to you Sgt
"Thermite", a true warrior among warriors. I wish you safety and
success in your upcoming 4th deployment. Give my regards to the
men on your team and extend to them my words of support.
Semper Fi to all my fellow Leathernecks....
Sgt Steve Chargois
Proud Airwinger
Proud MARINE!
Lat Move To
I am writing in response to the story by Sgt. Steve Chargois. I
spent my first enlistment as a grunt with 3/7 Wpns Co in the
stumps. When I reenlisted I made a lat move to 7051-crash crew
and served in the aviation support field. Having seen both sides
of the coin I can say this... MARINES are MARINES. Yes, we all
have our different MOS, but in the end every Marine is a
rifleman. Every MARINE is held to the same standards. There are
not infantry MARINE standards and aviations MARINE standards. I
can't speak on behalf of this grunt who said you weren't a "Real
Marine", but last time I checked you either went to MCRD PI or
SD and earned the title MARINE regardless of your MOS. I think
you made a good point that a grunt is only as good as the
support he receives. Thank you for your service.
SEMPER FI
J. Fletcher
SGT of MARINES
1993-2001
We Are All Green
I am tired of hearing about those who served with a rifle in
their hands as being 'more Marine' than those who didn't serve
in combat. It seems that these comments come from mainly those
who were never in the Marine Corps, rather than fellow Marines.
Why? It's because these non-Marines didn't have what it takes to
become a Marine so they joined some other branch of the service
then try to look-down on any Marine that didn't see combat.
That's BS! If you weren't a Marine or a Corpsman, then you don't
have anything to say about our Marine Corps.
EVERY Marine should be proud to have served! Front line; Back
line; Whatever! It doesn't matter because it takes a team to
accomplish our tasks. For example; Is a bullet in a magazine
more or less important than a bullet in the chamber? Answer;
They are both important because if you don't have one, you won't
have the other when needed. Therefore, the Marine behind the
front lines is as important as the Marine on the front lines.
Let's end this discussion once and for all. All Marines are
brothers and we should all stand together. Our skin color may be
different, but on the outside, we are all green. Let the other
services squabble amongst themselves as to who is, or isn't,
more important because in the Corps, from the Commandant down to
the newest Marine Pvt., we are one family and all equally
important in our own jobs.
Semper Fi
Gil Snodgrass
Sgt E-5 USMC
1962 - 1966
Viet Nam Vet, Chu Lai 1965
You Don't Tell
I can understand the feelings of any Marine who has had
to stand by at some states side billet, chomping at the bit to
get into the action, as I did for almost 10 months in 1943/
1944. Perhaps this little story will provide an answer as to why
we must serve as directed.
When leaving boot camp, I, along with most of my platoon, were
sent to Bremerton Washington Naval sta. And there sent to
various nearby Bases. I was sent to the U>S>Navy Supply Depot at
Pier 41, Seattle Washington, to stand Guard duty at the Gates.
This was O.K with me for a time, but upon getting word of my
best buddy, Jack Wallace, Had Been Killed At Engebi, Einewietok
in February 1944, With the 22nd Marines,
I marched myself to the first Sgts. Office, and requested an
Immediate Transfer to the F.M.F.He looked up at me , standing at
attention, and said " Who the H&ll do you think you are, Boot,
you don't tell the U.S.Marine Corps where you will serve, we
tell you, and until we decide we need you somewhere else, this
is where you will stay."Of course, I did an about face and
resigned myself to the duty that I was assigned.
Any Marine that is serving , where ever it might be ,
Joined the Corps To Fight, but should feel no Guilt if he must
serve away from the action, as any good Marine does as he is
ordered. Bide your time and sooner or later you will see enough
action to satisfy you for the rest of your life. Been there ,
done that.
Don L. Holmes - Cpl. 3rd Division, 12th Marines and 1st Div.
1st Marines (China 46) - " Semper Fi"
Once A Marine Always A Marine
Sgt Grit
I have been ask by a Colonel in the VNMC(when there was a VNMC)
that I served with in 1968-69 the origin of the truism" Once a
Marine always a Marine. Who said it and where was he? What was
the occasion? The info I have indicated it was first said by
Master Sergeant Paul Woyshner. However, I cannot verify this as
fact and I do not want to pass "scuttlebutt. It sounds like it
could be fact because my source indicated it was shouted in a
barroom brawl!
Appreciate any assistance.
Thanks Much
Leo Mills
0311 later 0302
Retired
Still Not Acceptable
Sgt. Grit,
In response to Joe Weisberger's comment (included below) about
Marines with their hands in their pockets, it seems as though he
thinks this is a recent picture. In fact, the picture was taken
in October 1969 (as indicated by it's accompanying letter),
which is nearly forty years ago. Hands in pockets was not
acceptable when Mr. Weisberger served. It was not acceptable
when I served either from 1990 - 1998. The recruiter here in
town tells me it's still not acceptable. So, he can rest easy,
as it seems that the photo is of an isolated incident, and I'm
sure that hands in pockets was probably not acceptable in their
time either, but having done it and photographed it, I'm sure
they heard LOTS of s**t about it.
On another entirely different note, about these Marines putting
down other Marines, any Marine who would belittle or dis-count a
fellow Marine simply because they didn't "walk in their same
footsteps" needs to stick their head in a bucket of ice water!
And that's all I've got to say about that.
Raymond M. Rodriguez
Sgt. of Marines! 1990 - 1998
Hey, It Wasn't My
I, too, am one of those Marines that feel a little funny when I
get a 'Semper Fi' from a combat Marine and tell him I was in
1957 to 1960. I attempted to go back in 1964 with another former
Marine under the "Buddy plan' where they promised to try to keep
you together for the first few years. But we were both married
with children and they said 'Thank you, but we aren't taking
married with kids now.' I think a few years later they did, but
I was in college and my buddy had medical problems. But I
always tell the combat Marines, ' Hey, it wasn't my fault there
wasn't a war. I enlisted.' But I am still proud to be a member
of this brotherhood. Semper Fi.
Cpl. Bill McCarthy 57-60
I Could Not Stand
Sgt. Grit.
My MOS was Supply but I did serve in Vietnam in 1965 and 1966
and I did something that I was told I never should do. I
volunteered. In the early days of Vietnam, there was no such
thing as a Supply Man or a Truck Mechanic. We were all
infantrymen because nothing was fully set up in those early days
to give us anything to do but use our basic Marine training -
infantry.
No matter what your MOS is in the Marines, remember you are
always a basic rifleman/infantryman first. I felt the same way
as many of your writers did. I was a Marine and I was in Vietnam
and I could not stand the thought of being behind a desk or
something like that when I could hear gun fire going on all
around me. I was stationed in Chu Lai when they were just
beginning to build the Chu Lai air strip. Fortunately, if you
wanted to feel like you were "contributing" all you had to do
was ask and they were more than glad to put you on perimeter
guard duty or even let you go out on "search and destroy"
missions.
In order to make myself feel like what I thought was a "real"
Marine, I spent many, many nights in a fox hole guarding the
perimeter of the air strip and I went on enough search and
destroy missions that I soon forgot I was a Supply Man.
Don't miss the point here. When asked what I did while I was in
the Corps, I told everyone I was a Supply Man. Of course, most
people that don't know, feel that is a cushy job and if you are
not an 0300, you're a "pogie-bait" Marine. Unfortunately even
some of the 0300's felt that way. But in their hearts, they
really knew that they couldn't do their job if it was not for
the "other" guys at the rear.
Always be proud you were (are) a Marine no matter what you did,
or whether you served in war time or not. Remember, Marines
exist to fight and win wars and ANYONE of us could be called to
"fight" at any time. The compound I was in at Chu Lai was
threatened on several occasions to be overrun. That's because
the enemy knew how important we were. What I'm saying is whether
you were on the "front line" (which by the way there was none in
Vietnam), you life was always in danger.
I have a line from the movie "Full Metal Jacket". I have it
written down and I will NEVER forget it. The Gunny told his
Marines upon graduation from Boot Camp: "You are a Marine. You
are part of a brotherhood. From now on until the day you die,
wherever you are, every Marine is your brother. You may go off
to war...and you may not come home. But always remember this.
Marines die....that's what we are here for. But the Marine Corps
lives forever - and that means...YOU LIVE FOREVER!
Semper Fidelis
Frank J. Visconi
SSgt U.S.M.C.
1964-1968
Vietnam: 1965-1966
In Ways Others
It's encouraging too read that other Marines serving during the
VN Era but were not sent in country, all suffer some guilt. I
joined right out of high school in 1972 fully expecting to see
Vietnam, but spent my 4 years between California and Okinawa.
Not being part of what other Marines were going through has
always bothered me. Now 32 years later I'm just glad I can say I
served in the Marines. It has shaped my life in ways others
could never understand. All Jarheads know what I mean.
Semper Fi
Sgt. Dan Francis
1972 - 1976
Another "Vietnam Era" Veteran
In 1966, as a PFC fresh out of boot camp, I issue mess hall
supplies to ITR/AIT units training for deployment to Nam. In
1967, as a L/CPL, I receive, maintain and issue 155mm and other
artillery gun parts to units training in 29 Palms. In 1968
while in transit status at Camp Hansen awaiting deployment to
Nam, my orders were amended to remain in Okinawa as my older
brother was already in Nam. So as a CPL, I unload and distribute
truckloads of supplies and materials for Nam, to include
medical, c-rats and commo supplies, with 3rd FSR at our
satellite site in Camp Courtney, Okinawa. In 1969, as a SGT at
MCRD Depot Armory, I issue and maintain M14 rifles and 782 gear
to recruits for boot training at MCRD. I also had the "smokies"
dry cleaned for the Drill Instructors conducting training.
So my 4 years in the Corps was not as an "03", however, I would
like to think that one way or another I was indirectly involved
in making sure that the "03s" were able to train, armed, shoot,
move, communicate, fed and be medically treated with the support
provided by a "3051/supply/warehouseman/forklift operator". I
am and will always be proud to be a Marine although I was not
"on the ground".
Note: I, also at 17 yrs old enlisted as a "permanent resident"
of the US and applied for naturalization upon completion of my 4
years of "volunteer military service".
Sergeant of Marines
de los Reyes '66-'70
His Pain Was Due
Semper Fi to All My Fellow Marines,
Having read several of the comments from my fellow Marines in
the most recent issue of American Courage Newsletter I am moved
to pen a few words of my own. Be sure these words are penned by
a Marine (Plt. 136, A Company, 1st Battalion, RTR, MCRD, Parris
Island, SC and Marine Barracks, 8th and I Streets, SE,
Washington, DC -- April 1976 through April 1979). Because of
the comments that have been made about peace time Marines, I
feel it is also necessary to let you know that I never had the
honor to serve in combat.
But be just as assured that this Marine, as well as many of the
other fine men with whom I served in the United States Marine
Corps, would gladly share in the honor of combat. That
willingness and passion for God, country and Corps in itself
makes a great deal of difference. Our willingness to fight and
die for what we believe in provide us with just as much honor,
just as much valor and just as much stalwart character as those
who actually experienced that terrifying privilege. Where did
that willingness come from? Well, listen up Marines...
Our first child was born in a military hospital in the
Washington, D.C. area. My wife was in a hospital bed beside the
wife of a Marine First Sergeant who was decorated with the Medal
of Honor from his heroic actions in Vietnam. As a young Lance
Corporal I saw him wince in pain as he picked up his newborn
baby. His pain was due to the wounds he received from throwing
himself on a grenade to save the lives of his platoon in a now
long forgotten rice patty. I felt such honor as a young man to
have been so close to a man of greatness and selflessness of
character, a man of such tough splendid courage and yet a man of
such gentle love as he caressed the face of his newborn child.
His wordless testimony challenged me and filled me with
commitment to serve my fellow Marines with this same character.
There was my cousin who was a Corporal of Marines and a
tank/amphibious landing craft mechanic on Tarawa, Peleliu and
Iwo Jima. Bullets whizzed around him, taking the lives of
hundreds of his friends, while he frantically yet coolly
completed his myriad repairs on those blood soaked beaches. He
received no high decorations from his actions but men's lives
were saved and the battles won because he was present and
performing his job flawlessly. His faithfulness to his task in
the midst of such terror overwhelmed me to pray for the grace
from God to provide the same service to my God, my Country and
my fellow Marines.
Lt. Haskell, was a former Gunnery Sergeant, who served in
Vietnam in combat and later in Beirut, Lebanon. The day my
enlistment ended he handed me a large round bronze Marine Corps
emblem as a part of my EAS ceremony in the Operations Unit of
Marine Barracks, 8th & I. It was his. He didn't buy it for me.
He sacrificed something of his that he loved because he knew I
loved the Corps. It hangs on my wall to this day in my study.
For me it is not only a memory of my time in the Marine Corps or
of a great Marine officer, but of a man with a heart to serve
and sacrifice what was his for those he lead. He later gave his
greatest and ultimate sacrifice when his company was bombed by a
coward - a suicide bomber driving a truck through the wall of
the Marine encampment.
And as a young teenage boy growing up I prayed for and waited
impatiently for any news from another cousin of mine Sergeant
Tom Smith. He was a Marine aviator flying in the two-seat
Intruder. He and his pilot flew hundreds of missions providing
support to Marines in combat, and bombing missions over North
Vietnam. He was promoted from Private First Class to Sergeant
in a little less than two years. Decorated with the Silver Star
for his bravery in air combat, my cousin revealed to me in his
own service how I wanted to serve when I took my turn as a
United States Marine.
Now you know where my willingness came from. Everyone of us as
Marines have stories like these and have rubbed shoulders and
shared the lives of great Marines like these. They went before
or came after us. They were our leaders in the Corps, or
cousins, uncles, fathers or brothers. Their stories moved us
with heart throbbing passion for our Corps. They spurred us on
to faithfulness in the midst of pain, whether the pain was
caused by a gifted Drill Instructor at Parris Island or by a
piece of shrapnel that shot its painful course through our body.
We were "surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses" and knew
the path we chose when we joined this elite fight force. We
were aware of the opportunities, but also the expectations and
painful possibilities. Cowards don't decide to join the
Marines! To my fellow "untried in combat" Marines: You and I
can rest in confident assurance that we too would perform as
valiantly in combat as did these brave men. To perform
otherwise would be unthinkable! We're Marines.
Semper Fi and God's Richest Blessings To All My Fellow Marines,
John M. Booth, LCpl, USMC (1976-79)
Out loud, Dummy
Sgt. Grit:
Everyone knows the difference between a Sea Story and a Fairy
Tale: One begins "Once upon a time: and the other begins "Now
this is no s***."
Well, once upon a time, in what Stanley Kubrik called "the land
of the phony tough and the crazy brave", mail call came to
platoon 2013, Co. F, 2nd Bn, RTR, MCRTC Parris Island, SC. It
was roughly one week before graduation, so we recruits were
beginning to be ever so slightly salty and donning that "Old
Corps" mantle: you know, the one you wear when you joined the
'Corps at least two minutes before a "New Corps" recruit.
We had three drill instructors: Sgt Schmidt from Alabama, Sgt
Dickerson from "Baw-tee-more", and SSgt Castle from Wisconsin
Dells: the senior. As I recollect, Sgt Dickerson had the duty.
You may recall that the ritual of receiving mail was steeped in
recruit training lore, and was similar in many respects to
receiving your rifle back from an inspecting officer. Woe betide
the recruit whose hands were too slow to clap onto the mail
before it hit the deck. At this juncture, we all had nicknames;
I was lucky enough to have been recently upgraded from "Pvt.
A**hole" to "Pvt. Perfessor".
Sgt. Vernon Dickerson was a no-nonsense infantry Marine; he was
never known to mix jocularity with discipline. However, after I
had already received a couple of letters from my mother, a
student loan bill from my bank, and a Dear John from my girl
back home in the same stack, I was summarily recalled front and
center at the duty desk:
Dickerson: "Pvt. Perfessor, front and center."
All: "Pvt. Perfessor front and center, aye aye, sir.!"
Me: (after double-timing it up to the duty desk) "Sir, Pvt.
Perfessor reporting to the Drill Instructor as ordered, sir!"
Dickerson: "You got one more letter here, Brown, catch!"
After deftly snagging the letter out of mid air, I did a quick
face-to-the-left-in-marching-at-a-double-time but Sgt. Dickerson
stopped me.
Dickerson: "Where you goin' Brown you're not dismissed. Who's
that letter from?"
"DuPage County Draft Board, Wheaton, Illinois, sir!" I sang out
after reading the return address.
Dickerson: "Read it!"
I quickly opened the letter and started reading silently.
Dickerson: "Out loud, Dummy!"
Me: in a totally dispassionate and deadpan manner just like I'd
heard our Company Commander, Capt Walrath, reading all after
"Attention to orders" : (words to this effect) "Dear Sir: a
board composed of your friends and neighbors has selected you
for service in the Armed Forces of the United States of America.
Pursuant to receipt of this correspondence, you are hereby
ordered to report to the Armed Forces Examining and Entrance
Station, Chicago Illinois no later than...etc."
The Platoon: first snickers, and as I continued, laughs,
finally guffaws, and at length, it sounded like a near riot was
in progress from all the laughter; recruits were on the verge of
rolling around on the deck in sheer sadistic glee.
Series Commander 1st Lt McElraft appeared at the front hatch.
McElraft: What the H***'s going on in here?"
Me: (parade ground perfect) "Sir, the private's been drafted."
McElraft did a quick about face with both hands over his mouth
and retreated down the hall; returning after he'd composed
himself and the roar from the squadbay subsided a bit.
McElraft: "Gimme the letter, Brown, the Army can't have you,
you're my TURD (trainee undergoing rigid discipline)."
Needless to say, this did little to allay the hilarity.
A few years later, I was sitting at my desk at Inland Steel when
my wife called me with worry in her voice. She told me I had an
ominous letter from Al Gray, the Commandant of the Marine Corps.
I said: "Open it." Maryann told me it said: "To be opened by
recipient only." I told her to go ahead, she was on a need-to-
know basis. Well, it was my orders to "Station of Initial
Assignment", Camp LeJeune, in support of Operation Desert Storm.
So I guess I'm one of the few Marines to have been drafted
twice.
K. Brown
You Slackers
I served in the Corps during the lull immediately after Viet
Nam. This was not because I was afraid to go to war, But that I
was born in 1957, and Viet Nam wrapped up prior to my graduating
from high school. I in no way feel that I am less of a veteran
due to the fact that I did not serve in a theater of operations.
At least I had the balls to VOLUNTEER to serve in the Marine
Corps. You slackers that have never made the commitment to serve
matter little to me as I know that you would have someone else
do your dirty work while you sit on your lazy asses and b!tch
about the raw deal you get from the world on a daily basis. Some
of you parents that have the mentality that your kid will never
go to war have condemned them to a life void of the Proud
accomplishment of Being one of the select few that gives it
their all so that your cream puff kids can suck hind t!t
forever. Yes, I had the fortune to miss an armed conflict, But
if it had happened on my watch, There would I have been, making
my country Proud. To my brothers and sisters in uniform, God
bless you and keep you in his hands, I am with you in spirit,
and admire the strength of your character.
Semper Fi
Sgt Thomas Whitehead, H&HS (PMO) MCAS El Toro 1976-77, 78-80,
MCAS Iwakuni '77-'78
The Whole Is Only
To the Marine Mom who was treated like a lesser being because
her Marine was not In Da Sandbox: My Dear Madame, after hearing
a questioner's less-than-respectful reply, simply state,
"Foxtrot Oscar Alpha Delta end of text." Don't matter they don't
know what they were just told to do: if they have the
unmitigated bad manners to make such a comment, they deserve to
live in a life of mystery... speaking of which, it's always been
a mystery to me how so many people have a difficult time seeing
that the Whole is only as good as the Sum of its parts.
Bac Si
RVN, 6/66 - 6/68
Through the 9th Marine Engineers Wire
to OpPhoen
Sea Bags Were Packed
This is in response to the many peace time Marines who
volunteered to serve their country by joining the best branch of
service. I joined the Marines because my one uncle was in the
Marines and fought on the islands during World War II. He
passed on many stories regarding the war and the islands. He
was my second father. I joined the Marines after high school
because at the time the Berlin Crisis was going on and I wanted
to be a part of it. I never saw combat but was overseas on
Okinawa for 23 months serving in ordinance supply. During my
tenure we were called up and ready to go in five crisis which
meant our sea bags were packed and we were ready to go when the
orders came in. Unfortunately, the orders never came and we had
to stand down. I respect all Marines who has served Honorably
whether in peace time or war time. Marine is a Marine, our
blood is the same - red. Marines never know where they will end
up and what war, if any, they will fight in. We were and are
always prepared to fight no matter where our duty station was or
is. We all joined the Marines to protect out country and fight
if necessary. Peace or war we are all Marines and the Marines
will tell us where they want and need us. Never look down at a
fellow Marine because of his MOS and duty station. Remember, we
all enlisted for basically the same reasons and into the best
branch of service there is the United States Marine Corps.
JM 61-65
Trouble On The Sit-ups
All of the chatter about who served where, or who had what MOS
is absurd. I went in open contract, I had no idea of what I
wanted to be or why. I just knew I wanted to be a Marine. The
Corps in all its glory made mew a Baker (3311), for the Air
Wing. I served two tours overseas. Never saw combat. Beyond
that I hold the distinction of being the last Marine discharged
before Desert Storm from my unit. 18 years later I still shoot
at the competitively at the National Rifle Matches, looking to
become a Master Class Shooter (I finally broke down and bought
glasses so I can see).
I can still run three miles under the allotted time limit. I can
still get twenty pull-ups. Have a little trouble on the sit-ups.
I am a Baker and proud of it. I am a Marine and proud of it. It
can't be taken away and can't be tarnished by the words of those
who speak the untruth. I can guarantee my time away from our
Country was not any easier for my Mother than it was for yours.
Anyone who would attempt to discredit ones MOS ought to sign
their son up to that MOS.
April 25th 2008 my son will graduate MCRD. 3rd Bn. India Co. Plt.
3203. He choose legal admin. Any one who is willing to discredit
him can do so, but I would not do it to my face.
Semper Fi,
Carl Johnson
CPL of Marines 1986-1990
MWSS-372
Quivering In Place
I too read with a heavy heart the letters received concerning
the lack of over seas service by some of our finest Marines.
One should always remember that it takes 5 "rear echelon"
Marines to keep one 0311 ready and supplied on the front line,
or ten civilian employee's.
As an 0141, Unit Diary NCO, and one of the first in the Corps to
be trained on the use the Electronic MTST's IBM's at the 1st
Replacement Company, Staging Battalion at MCB Camp Pendleton
from 68 -70 I can say with authority that there were thousands
of Marines who went over that were not sent to a combat unit and
DID NOT see combat, that were approved to wear the Vietnam
Ribbons...
I to did not serve in a combat zone mainly because of the
Sullivan Act. I had two brothers who were senior in rank who
each spent two tours of Vietnam and neither of them saw any
combat either. That's a total of 52 months in country without
seeing combat, firing a round or having to "hit the deck".
I always remember my oldest brothers comment to me about it "you
didn't miss anything being Stateside except the bad food and the
heat and humidity". Plus we need someone to carry on the family
traditions in case we don't make it...
I was transferred to independent duty in Columbus Ohio and upon
arrival I took a Taxi to Ft. Hayes when the Cab driver suddenly
realized he made a mistake and took me right through and
anti-war demonstration at Ohio State University. A couple of
them recognized my Uniform and began pounding on the roof of the
Taxi and hitting the windows cracking two of them, luckily the
driver was skilled enough and got us out of there...
Later on as the NCOIC of Processing I got to see hundreds of
those boys from Ohio State over the next couple of years as they
were being processed prior to actual induction (Drafted)
literally quivering in place, crying, and in a number of cases
wetting their pants... I sure was glad the Army got those
babies...And to show you the real character of these individuals
they would on occasion "pick on" or occasionally "shove around"
the true pacifists, the local Amish Boys, who also had to be
processed though they would not be inducted. I was required to
"intervene" in a number of cases to which these "brave men"
would scurry to the back and hide behind others...
An additional duty I had due to my training in Firearms was to
assist the local Air Force Unit with Prisoner escort to and from
the Airport to the Air Force Base south of Columbus. During my
escorts I recognized a number of "runners" from the Army who we
had processed and one that I knew for sure, was again showing
his true colors.....
At one time I belonged to three Veteran organizations and had to
sit around and listen to some of these "Vietnam Vets" who did
numerous tours, but upon investigation I found those who talked
the loudest were mostly the "rear echelon" troops and not front
line troops. You can always tell a true combat veteran as he
walks away from the bar talkers....
I proudly served my Country in the way the Marine Corps's
Personnel Section at 8th & I wanted me to serve my Country. And
I am just as proud of what I did even though I did not serve
overseas...The bottom line is; "It is what you feel inside that
counts, not what someone else feels or says that counts".
Semper Fi
Former SSgt E. Spain
I Will Defend
Sgt Grit,
I read a number of notes from Marines feeling a little less
worthy because they didn't serve in combat. I am one of those
non-combat Marines. I served as an 1833 in 1979-83. We were on
call for the Iranian Hostage Crisis but we didn't go.
What I think those feeling like lesser Marines fail to
understand is that we joined the Corps for our 3 or 4 year tours
ready and willing to do what we had to do. We did not know what
our tour would bring, peace, boredom, combat, death? We can't
blame ourselves for the "luck" of not having a war during our
tour. We would have done our duty had we been in the "right"
place at the "right" time. We should consider ourselves lucky.
However, I still and always will wonder, "Would I have performed
well under fire?" The answer I will never know short of a
revolution in America. I will defend the state as necessary.
Semper Fi!
J. Cris Yarborough
Please Don't Label
Good Morning,
As I read your news letter one letter really stands out to me.
The Gunny with the twin boys; I am a female MARINE, I am a
Marine. Women Marine's have a hard enough time without having
extra labels associated with us. I am proud of being one of the
few and that's even truer being a female in an all male club.
Please don't label us with your WM (Women Marines, Walking
Mattresses etc.) just call us Marines. I saw the below quote and
I fell in love with it.
"They (Women Marines) don't have a nickname, and they don't need
one. They get their basic training in a Marine atmosphere, at a
Marine Post. They inherit the traditions of the Marines. They
are Marines."
LtGen Thomas Holcomb, USMC
Commandant of the Marine Corps, 1943
Semper Fi-
Cpl Quella, Melissa
Almost No Control
I would like to address those former Marines who have guilt
feelings for not having served in a combat zone.
First of all you VOLUNTEERED to be a Marine and then you had
what it takes to become one. And of course you had to follow
orders. At the time you volunteered you didn't know if a war
would break out and you had very little, if any say so about
where you were stationed. And even if there was an ongoing
conflict you had almost no control over whether or not you
received orders to the combat area. So for chrissake hold your
head up. You're a Marine.
Semper Fi
R.W. Colfry Cpl. 1967-71
RVN 1969- 70
(and I don't feel guilty about not getting a scratch)
A Personal Mission
To all the previous Era Vets, we Iraq war era vets feel the same
way. As I was pulling my terminal leave orders in Jan04, a large
number of Marines that I served with during my short stint being
FAP'd to PMO were pulling orders to go back to Iraq. It was
almost impossible for me to look these guys in the face. These
were my brothers, my friends, they were going to Iraq and I was
going home to my wife and 3 kids. I think my little brother, now
a Gunny, put it best, I got out with an honorable discharge, I
did what the Marine Corps asked of me and I did it to the best
of my ability, I have nothing to be ashamed of or guilty about,
but it doesn't change the fact the I do feel ashamed and I do
feel guilty at times. I've made it a personal mission to make
sure that those that are gone will not be forgotten, I figure
it's the least I can do for my Brothers that aren't coming home.
To all my fellow Marines, Semper Fidelis.
Wallace III, Charles L.
Cpl, USMC 00-04
Hq Bn, B Co ESD Eng MAGTFTC 29Palms
Not Yours
Sgt Grit,
I'm behind in reading your newsletter again, but I wanted to say
something to Bob Ash, from your 10 January American Courage
issue, concerning the pain he still feels from having been spat
on when he returned from Vietnam.
Bob, remember that our Lord and Savior was spat on and worse
before he was crucified; but from the cross He said, "Father,
forgive them, for they know not what they do." I know you're
familiar with that sentence, but apply it to your own thinking.
Forgive them and let it go, brother. In your own words, you "did
the right thing," and they just didn't get it (and probably
still don't). But that's their problem, not yours.
I wasn't spat on, but I have been called "baby killer." I chalk
it up to their own ignorance.
Welcome home, brother, and Semper Fi!
Tom Downey
Once a Captain, USMCR; always a Marine
'63-'76 "for pay purposes" (PLC candidate, active duty,
Reserves)
Vietnam: 4Dec66-18Dec67 (6 months as art'y FO for L-3/7,
including Operation Desoto) HQ Bn, HQ FMFLant, Norfolk,
VA--Jan68-May69
Reserves: Aug69-Oct75 (Corpus Christi, TX unit--XO of "C" and CO
of "D", 4th Recon Bn; combined and redesignated as C-1/23 in
1972)
Response to Berkeley follows
To the Berkeley City Mayor and Council:
After reading of your Actions Against The Marine Corps
Recruiting Office I was taken aback, This is the land of the
Free and the Home of the Brave. But the Only reason you have
those Freedoms is because of the Brave Men and Women of the very
people you want to shut out of your So Called City. You are the
same people who sent medical supplies to our enemies in Vietnam.
A lot of which I helped to destroy while I was serving as a
Marine in 1968. I was really pleased to have a hand in the
destruction of that Hospital Complex.
The only thing that wrong on that day was that you and the rest
of Berkeley college was not there so we could bury you along
side your destroyed supplies. You and the rest of your city
council have no right to walk in this country, you have no right
to drink of her water, breath her air. Its too bad that the
fires of L.A. this past summer were not put to some good use to
burn your city and that so called college to the ground. you and
your cohort's are not worth a pimple on a Marines hemorrhoids.
Signed as a disgusted citizen
and in Honor of all my Marine Brother and Sisters
Loyd, T.R 2353931 Corporal USMC
Sgt Grit:
The anti-Leathernecks in Berkley, California are symptomatic of
the politically correct crap that has engulfed the United States
of America. These buffoons have been raised and taught by the
hippies of the 60's and 70's - the protesters who have the right
to protest because of what Marines do on a daily basis. These
uninformed people wouldn't know patriotism is it bit them on the
butt! But, their time may come. If the terrorists ever decide
that Berkley is a prime target, guess who these jerks will
scream for to save them? The Marine Corps! And even though
these clowns don't deserve saving, the "unwanted" Marines will
again be "The First To Fight"!
Semper Fi
Bob Lonn, 0811
'63-'69
To Whom It may Concern,
Having served my country with distinction in the Marine Corps
from 1987 to 1995, I would like to express my disgust about your
city's leadership. Those Marines that you are trying to cast
out of your city are fighting and dieing for all of us! If you
don't agree with the war, seek out the politicians who
perpetrate it. Leave my brothers alone!
I sincerely hope that there is a recall vote in your collective
future. I wouldn't want you people representing me!
To all my brothers, SEMPER FI
Lee Landry
Sergeant of MARINES
I am writing In regard to the hostel actions of the Berkley city
council toward the Marine recruiting office. I had become aware
of the situation prior to receiving my Sgt. Grit newsletter and
had already fired off a nasty gram to the Mayor and city
council. I then went one step further and wrote letters to my
Congressman and two Senators demanding that they do whatever is
necessary to stop all federal funding to that city. May I
suggest that ALL your readers do the same. I hear it said that
there is strength in numbers. Knowing politicians (especially
mine) as I do, I don't expect much from them, but you never
know. I am also writing every veterans organization I belong to,
to encourage their members not to do business with any company
or person in Berkley. If I had my way the mayor and city council
would be tried for treason. I'll get down off my soap box now.
Semper Fi
Bill Michell
Sgt. of Marines, 65-71 and 75-77
In country May 67-June 68
How about all the military, past and present start doing all of
their business (banking, food etc.) at some other place near
there, even if it means having to go out of your way to acquire
whatever it is that you need, hit the @## holes in the pocket
book!
Semper-Fi Craig
Sgt. Grit,
In response to the defacing of the Marine Corps Recruiting
Office in Berkley, CA. I just emailed the entire city council,
all 8 members and gave them an earful of how I feel about their
actions. The mayor must have got smart and changed his email
because I was unable to get through to that coward! I urge all
my Marine brothers to email the council with your opinion on
their disrespectful actions towards our Marine Corps! Thanks to
the Move America Forward Organization for their efforts and the
rally they are planning at the city council meeting on Feb. 12.
I'm on vacation that week to see some Marine Corps brothers I
haven't seen in 25 years but I think I'm going to cut it a day
short to attend another gathering of brothers on the 12th. See
you in Berkley
Sgt. KT Shannon 75-79
C 1/5, TOW CO. 1st Tank Bn.
Senator Inhofe
Senator Coburn
Senator Chambliss
Senator Cornyn
Senator Demint
Senator Vitter
Gentlemen,
As a Vietnam Marine Corps combat veteran, I want to commend and
thank each of you for introducing the Semper Fi Act of 2008 to
the Senate floor. I was outraged that the City of Berkeley would
pass a resolution to ban the Marine Corps from the city but even
more disgusted to hear the remarks of their Council Members and
Mayor disparaging the honor and integrity of the Marines. The
most important lessons in life, Honor, Integrity, Discipline,
Courage, Teamwork and Training, I learned from my service in the
Marine Corps. All the accomplishments and success I achieved in
my personal and professional life, I attribute to the Marine
Corps. It has been over 37 years since I was a Marine in uniform
but in uniform or out, I will always be a Marine. The Marine
Corps has been there to protect and defend this great country of
ours for 232 years. There is no one who does it better. Thank
you for taking a stand and make the City of Berkeley understand
that there are consequences for their actions.
Sincerely and respectfully,
Lewis D. Kaslow
The following email was sent to the mayor of Berkeley California
I have often heard our Nation referred to as a living thing. If
that is true then surely your city is the anus and you and your
council are the bacteria that take residence in that anus. So
whenever I hear that somewhat popular expression, "S**t
Happens," ---I will swiftly correct the speaker that no,
"Berkeley Happens"
Semper Fi
Jim Battistoni inactive duty
Captain U.S.M.C.
God bless those idiots that are running the city of Berkley,
California. Surely some must remember the aid packages that the
University of California at Berkley sent the their brothers and
sisters in arms in Vietnam. We found some of the aid packages
that contained medical supplies and comfort items that were sent
to the Viet Cong with the University of California at Berkley
writings still on them. I know it made me feel all warm and
fuzzy inside.
Richard H.
There were many, many more emails about Berkeley. Too many to
print. The group that seems to be covering this well follows.
moveamericaforward.com
Short Rounds
Sgt Grit
I just read the letter from our illustrious brethren in Recon,
and I applaud him and his team members for putting their lives
on the line for me, and our country. I believe Marine
headquarters (CMC) knows what their doing when they assign
Marines to either a Division or Air-Wing or where ever else. We
who have earned the title of Marine are just that ..MARINES
where ever we are assigned to serve.
SSGT. J.C.G
A former Marine Scout Sniper, 1976 1984
To GySgt D. L. Grant 71-81. I served in the Corps from 64 - 70
and did a tour in Nam 68-69. I have no idea where or when
Oooooo Rah started but the response we always used to Semper Fi
was "Do or Die". You really don't hear that much any more these
days. Take care Gunny and
Semper Fi
SSgt J J Cihak 64-70
Another fine Marine has gone to guard the streets of heaven.
Tom Knopf passed away on Monday, February 4, 2008. Tom served
around 1951-1955 as a weapons instructor at PISC. He was proud
of his time in this elite fighting force and displayed his
memorabilia in his home. Stand tall Tom! We love you dearly!
Rachael (Even) Santarsiero
CPL, 1978-1981, PISC
Tom Bogan responds to Sam Goody,
Sir, Apparently you have never heard of "alliteration". I
used that line so that I could do honor to the fellow Marine it
was addressed to by using Thomas Paine very appropriate line
'These are times that try men's souls". Since my active service
77-80 did not occur during time of war" I would not demean those
who serve by standing and waiting. (Another literary reference,
in case you missed it) If you personally are offended I can only
say tell it to the Chaplain
I would like to thank Duke Ogden for his well written story
concerning his experience while on sea duty. After many many
years of wondering, I think I finally found out why Marines are
called Seagoing Bellhops. Just kidding Duke, and thank you for
your service. Someone had to keep the swabbies in line while
aboard ship.
Semper Fi!
Joe Alvino, Sgt. of Marines
I say that we boycott Berkeley CA.
Sgt. Mark Collett 1984-92
Saying a Winger isn't a real Marine is like saying that a Marine
Sniper isn't a real sniper. It makes no sense.
Mark Lurtsema
Marine Rifleman, 1980-RIP
for his reference to the longest Marine served, BUT Historical
Section Marine Corps can only reflect on SOME officers and their
tour. They have NO reference to the longest serving in any of
THEIR records, And, wonder what the commandants age was when he
went IN and OUT!
SF
NC
C-1-1, 1950-52, Korea, Chestys last regimental command.
Sgt. Grit, thanks for the great service. I received my "sateen"
Utility covers and they brought back many thoughts of MCRDSD and
Beaufort, SC. They will join the other mementos in my office. I
look at the newer covers and reflect on the differences but know
that nothing has truly changed, only the pages of the calendar
and the hands on the clock. Marines are Marines, everywhere and
forever.
Dwaine Goodwin
To all those out there who constantly complain about the new
-vs-Old Corps, "Bullets don't ask what rank you are or what your
service number is." Some flak is expected, but to make a living
out of b!tching and complaining makes me want to puke. Real
Marines don't whine, they suck it up and continue the mission.
Carl Raines
I have to laugh at anyone who thinks the Air Wing, Supply, Amin.
Marines are not Marines.
I spent my time in Nam as an engineer supplying water to the 5th
Comm Btl near DaNang in 1970. When explaining what I did I say
even the Marines I was with would shower at least once a week. I
never fired my weapon and never went into the bush. But don't
ever tell me I'm not a Marine.
Marine Veteran
Sgt. Andy "Buzz" Barkovich
1969-1970
Welcome Home Marine, Job Well Done!
Semper Fi
Sgt Grit
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