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Thank you for allowing me this opportunity to say thank you to
"Doc" Navy Corpsman who in March of 68' risked his life to save
a U.S. Marine who stepped on a landmine.
Our Bn "Doc" heard the loud boom and ran from inside the fire
support base - thru the many lanes filled with clusters of
landmines.
Our "Doc" gave first aid, wrapped his belt around the kid's
stump and proceeded to yell for a medivac.
This Marine's name is Marinke but we forgot the Navy Corpsman's
name. We don't know how he missed all of those landmine clusters
- but the good Lord was with him and the injured Marine that
day.
Thanks Doc where ever you are !
Go Navy !
Gene Spanos
Squad Leader
Cpl. USMC 11th Engineer Bn
March 1968
Eyewitness
Gio Lynh FSB site
Cow Poke one Zero
A number of Marines have written you recently expressing their
admiration and respect for Billy C. Steed. He was a 1st Lt. in
3/27 in VN in 1968.I was the Battalion Commander and can support
the comments that have been made about his professionalism and
character. He had the ability to do anything assigned in an easy
going, confident manner. During the battle for GoNoi in May '68,
due to heavy officer casualties, he served in 3 different
companies in 2 weeks because his strong leadership was so
needed. Just prior to the 27th Marines rotating to CONUS Billy
was reassigned to the Div Air section as an air observer and, as
"Cow Poke one Zero", flew a number of support missions for his
old Battalion on their 2nd GoNoi operation. It was comforting to
hear his voice as he flew air support for us. He retired as a
Colonel of Marines and now lives in Scottsdale,AZ. There are a
number of references to his actions in the book Every Marine ,
the 3/27 story, written by Robert Simonsen.
I was very fortunate to have had a number of "Billy C.Steed
types" in 3/27; Ernie Fitzgerald, Roy Casteel, Blake Thomas,
John Zalipski, Myles Keefe, John Ernest, Jim Kent, Julian
Parrish--- and the list could go on. I could not finish this
"testimonial" without paying homage to the bravery and
dedication that the" troops" displayed on a daily basis. There
were a lot of Billy C. Steeds there as well./
Semper Fi/Tullis Woodham Colonel USMC (Ret)
Outstanding Tats
The cross rifle and oar with K-Bar, has "Death to the Enemy" written in Arabic...Forget College money, we join to FIGHT ! ! !
3/2 Good luck, and good hunting...
Sgt Mills
A Couple Of DOCs
Afternoon and sorry we missed meeting you in November during a
visit to store. Your staff took care of us and we could not have
been more pleased.
Just a funny for web....In December fell off a ladder breaking
wrist and ankle. In the cast room treated by a couple of "DOCs"
and we decided to have a little fun. No cast for wrist/arm so
could not expand the fun.
First leg cast was a cammie design, and next was a first for
firm - dress blue with blood stripe.
Who says there is a not a lot of fun under strange situations...
my wife could not believe how we acted and that they
specifically designed the second cast.
Semper FI
Bob
Tradition Lives On
This is a USMC tattoo from 35 years ago. Color has faded but "Tradition Lives On".
"Once a Marine Always a Marine"
KHickman
USMC 72-76
3rd MAW H&MS-16
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TAKE a BREAK!
MHU NOI & LISH
One And Only Time
Sgt. Grit, I am enclosing a photo of the Marine Corps Ball
November 2007. I attended this year in San Diego CA, with my
son in law and my youngest son. This is the one and only time
we will all attend as Sgt's. L to R, Sgt. Alexander Jones (
11th Marines, MCB Camp Pendleton, CA ), Sgt. Joshua Carlson (
MWCS 48, Bravo Co., Miramar, CA ), and Sgt. Ralph Jones
(HMM-362, Vietnam 66'-68'). I have another son who couldn't
make it former, Marine Andrew Jones ( MCES, MCB Camp Lejeune,
NC).
What a wonderful legacy a father has to have his family join him
in the brotherhood, and speak the same language, my daughter
made the right choice marrying her Marine.
Sgt. E-5 Ralph Jones
USMC 1965-1969
HMM-362 Ugly Angels
You Got It
I travel almost every week so I have the pleasure of running in
to several Marines and if I have the time, buying them a beer or
two. Well this time was different. It was early in the morning
and my flight from Atlanta to NY was delayed. As I sat there
people watching this older gentleman walks by. I noticed the EGA
on his chest. I gave him a "Semper Fi" as he walks by - well he
turns, puts his brief case down and shakes my hand with "Semper
Fi" in return. Now I have a better look at his shirt and notice
that under the EGA is: Al Gray. I'm thinking- Holy Sh#$!
I said sir- I assume you are Commandant Al Gray? He says you got
it. Here I am talking to the commandant that I served under
while watching numerous young Marines (enlisted and officers)
walking by having no clue of whom is he is.... We talked for about
a half hour regarding all sorts of things- people that I know
that worked with him as well as him giving telling me a little
about what he is up to- nearing the end of our conversation I
asked for an autographed photo- he said absolutely. Well I have
not yet received that photo BUT I am hoping this helps remind
him!
General Al Gray is everything you hear about him; a gentleman
and a true Marine- you could tell he just loves being with
Marines.
Semper Fi General Gray!
Phillip B. Modesti
SSGT- 8th Tanks
Desert Storm
Not Yet
When my nephew was in the 3rd grade, he was always telling his
classmates about his "Aunt Bobbie" being a Marine. Well, one of
the kids called him a liar and said that girls couldn't be
Marines. So, without my nephew even having to ask, on leave, I
showed up at his school in my dress blues (they make statement,
don't they?).
I cleared it with the Principal and he called Steven to the
office to escort me to his classroom. I spoke to the class about
being a Marine and what it takes and that very few people are
worthy to be Marines. The kid that had called my nephew a liar
said "My Dad was in the Air Force" which I only replied, "Good
for him". I kept talking and answering questions and at the
close the same kid pipes up again and asked "Have you ever
killed anybody?" Well, I looked the little booger right in the
eyes and said "Not Yet." The teacher about fell out of her
chair....but that kid never called MY nephew a liar again, or
even messed with him.
Steven is a Marine now, too, and after two years in Iraq, he has
re-upped and is headed to Coronado for a well deserved
"vacation". He will be pinned SGT when he gets there, which I am
very proud of. Even if he does still owe me $20 for losing our
bet.
Sgt. Bobbie Gillig
AGSE (Now MWSS-374)
MCAGCC Twenty-nine Palms
Here Is My
Here is my Marine Tattoo - Crossed M-16s behind a skull wearing
a camo cover, with "Semper Fi" in barbed wire beneath it.
Bill Cabiness
What Name Is Greater
My granddaughter is a football fan and I have purchased two NFL
approved football jerseys of her favorite players which are
quite expensive.
For her birthday she wanted a Marine Corps football jersey so I
ordered her the one from the Sgt Grit catalog. I can honestly
say that it is of far superior quality than the NFL jerseys and
at less cost. They say with the NFL jerseys you are paying for
the name but what name is greater than U. S. Marine Corps. It
is greater than any person who has ever played or is playing the
game of football.
Thanks for the wide selection of gear for Marines and the great
quality.
Monte L. Railsback
MSgt, USMC (Ret)
But I've Never
Sgt Grit,
I was in OKC for Christmas leave recently and attended church
with my family for Christmas Eve service. I was wearing my Dress
Blue Bravos and after the service was over my family wanted to
go to Santa Fe Steakhouse in OKC. We were enjoying our meal and
I had noticed an older gentleman sitting across from our table
who looked at my family several times. After his meal the
gentleman got up, walked past me, turned to my dad, and said,
"I got your ticket" and walked out the door. Realizing what had
just happened I got up, went looking for the gentleman in the
restaurant and even outside, but to no avail. I stood outside
for a few minutes bewildered. When I walked back into the
restaurant I noticed that my wife, mother, and sister all had
tears in their eyes. I've had people buy me drinks and even pay
for MY meal, but I've NEVER had someone pay for my FAMILIES
meal. I've never felt more humble in my life.
Semper Fi
Sgt Michael Elder 2003-Present
OIF and OEF Vet 0311
P.S. If the gentleman that paid for my families meal is reading
this, Thank You.
"Only the dead have seen the end of war."
Plato
The Generations
The MARINE CORPS and the Dellinger Family go back a ways. Here
is some pictures to the generations of service.
1. 1918 Parris Island on the ferry across
2. raw recruits 1918
3. Marine J.
Dellinger 1919
4. 1943 Parris Island Marine E. Dellinger
5.
Marine E. Dellinger at Okinawa
6. 1976 Parris Island Marine D.
Dellinger
7. Marine D. Dellinger
I have many pics of 1918 Parris Island and 1921 plus combat
photos WWII. All passed down in the family.
thanks
dave d.
Marine Corps Recruiters Association
The Marine Corps Recruiters Association would like to announce
their 4th Annual Conference and Reunion scheduled to be held in
Oceanside, CA June 12-14, 2008. More information will be forth
coming. In the mean time, the MCRA is looking for A Few Good
RECRUITERS, Present and Past to Join This One of a Kind
Association. For More Information Contact Jim Simmons S/T: E
jimandsally@sofnet.com or call me at 417 549-6391 OR JERRY
SCOGGINS, PRES E Gr8habujerry@aol.com
Jim SIMMONS
S/T MCRA
The Corps Changes
I served in the "old Corps", 1960-1964 (active duty) and
1971-1976 (reserves). While on active duty, I was deployed with
the 3rd Expeditionary Brigade by President Kennedy to northern
Thailand during the "Laotian Crisis". I am not a "combat
Marine" as we did not see combat in Thailand but were there and
would have if needed. Went on plenty combat/recon patrols
around and possibly in Laos.
I went to Recruiters School in 1973 as a reservist and saw
recruit training in progress at that time. I also saw changes
in the Corps that were hard to accept but as an old Marine told
me, the Corps changes every time we go to war. Big difference
between wartime and peacetime service. I know and have served
with "China Marines", WWII, Korea and Vietnam Vets. Proud to
have known them all.
The son of one of my best friends was a DI in the 80's and I
know that they were not turning out "candy-a$s" Marines. A
niece of mine went thru boot-camp in 2001. I attended her
graduation and saw a little of the training, no picnic.
I see documentaries on Marine Corps boot camp and wonder if I
would have made it in the "new Corps".
Thanks Ernie Scherman for your comments to Micheal Laemmle. Us
"old-Corps" and "newbie's" that did not or will not see combat
are no less Marines than "combat-Marines". For the record, I
served with L/3/5, L/3/9, 3rd Expeditionary Brigade, C/1/5 and
D/4th Recon Bn (USMCR).
Main reason I got of out the Reserves was to take a job in an
elite US govt. unit. We had one guy who went to the news media
and told them how bad we were on security to which they had a
news report on national news. The "expert" guy who gave them
the information was not a good member of our unit. Not because
he talked but his job performance and attitude were no good.
Laemmle is probably on of those types of people that cannot make
it in a unit and then tries to tear it down.
Semper Fi to all Marines
Frank D Briceno
Sgt of Marines
Left Sock, Right Sock
We had our pockets sewed closed not to keep our hands out of
them (that was a given) we did it to keep the pockets from
puckering and distorting the clean line of the uniform. My
cigarettes went in my left sock and my wallet in my right sock.
I don't remember ever putting anything in any pocket of my dress
uniforms.
Rich Young, Sgt. 54-57.
Occurred On Saipan
We Marines paid a high price in loss of life and wounded
to liberate the Marianas Islands during World War II. The
native Chamorrans also suffered greatly during that operation.
This account of an incident has haunted me for many years and
has born out the severe atrociousness of the Japanese military.
I haven't heard anyone except my immediate unit (2nd
Platoon, "A" Co., 4th Engr. Bn.) speak about an incident that
occurred on Saipan. While attached to the 2nd Bn. 25th Marines
on the night of July 3/4, 1944 our platoon was assigned a
sector of defense for the night. We had considerable noise and
movement to our front; we fired (rifles) at any sight or sound.
At daylight we checked our front to see the result of our
action. There were several bodies there, and to our amazement
they were native Champrran men. Their hands were tied behind
their backs and long ropes attached to their bodies - quite
obvious that the Japs had prodded them to locate our lines. I
remember commending one of our light machine gunners (Henry
"Porky" Rutowski on not firing his weapon, thus disclosing his
machine gun position.
I thought how ironic this incident happened on the day we
celebrate our precious freedoms, that men could be subjected to
treatment such as this by other men.
I'm not aware this incident was ever "officially" reported
to anyone. We jumped off soon that morning and several days
later observed Jap soldiers and civilians leaping over cliffs of
northern Saipan. I doubt if the younger generations realize
what a vicious, fanatical enemy we faced in the Pacific Islands
during World War II.
John Link
Who Do You Think
Hello Hard Chargers! I've written a few times in the past to
share some of my stories and adventures of my time in the Corps,
but this time I'm writing to see if I can get a few things
cleared up.
I ran into a fellow Marine the other day in passing. I
approached him to introduce myself as a brother Marine, although
I haven't worn the uniform in nearly 8 years, and to thank him
for his service. He asked what my MOS was and I told him I was
an Air Winger and supported various helicopter squadrons.
Being a grunt ( a sniper he said) he told me that I was not a
"real Marine" and that he had nothing more to say to me. I was
floored! What happened to every Marine being your brother.
I politely told him that no, I did not spend my time in the
field carrying a weapon as he did but I was every bit a Marine.
I asked him if he was ever in a situation where he had to rely
on air support to save his bacon. I asked if he had ever heard
the sound of beating rotor blades on a Cobra Gunship and saw the
effect that the mere presence those "Killers In The Sky" had on
the moral of the enemy. I asked if he ever had to rely on a
helicopter to get him into or out of a hairy situation.
He answered yes to all the above. I then asked, as kindly as
possible, "Well, who do you think made sure those helicopters
were even able to get of the ground?" With that, I turned and
walked away. Any way, I'd love to hear from fellow Aviation
Marines, or even those in ground units on your thoughts on this
matter.
Sgt. Steve Chargois
1996-2000
Marine Aviation Logistics Squadron 39
Just Because
Well said SSGT Ernie Scherman! OORAH!
I too am an old salt, one of the old Corps Marines, as a matter
of fact an old brown shoe Marine, I enlisted in March 1962 and
am still a Marine today! Just to let you know and anyone wants
to know I'd be proud to have you and any other Marine in today's
Marine Corps stand next to me in a fight anytime, any place.
As for you, Marine (e-4 Laemmle) you couldn't be more wrong sir.
Just because they don't get the crap beat out of them in boot
camp like we did, does not make them a candy A$$ Marine. Today's
Marine is just as stubborn and just as mean in a fight as you or
I ever were. maybe even more so because of Marines like you and
I and others before us set the standards pretty high. I don't
see what your looking at e-4 Laemmle but from where I stand I am
proud of today's Marines and I am confidant of today's Marines,
They kick a$$ just as well as any of us ever did maybe even
better. . .
Semper Fi,
Richard Starkey
Sgt USMC 1962 - forever
Never Volunteer
During the first weekend at Camp Matthews rifle range we were
finally allowed to phone home. I called my girlfriend instead
who asked "Did I got the cookies yet?" I knew what would happen
but asked her to send no more.
That Monday SSgt Fullerton came out of the Post Office with a
package under his arm. I ate nothing for evening chow. At mail
formation that package bounced off my chest with an invite to
see the SSgt. I don't know how many of those chocolate chip
cookies there were but I ate all but 2 with the only liquid was
from my bleeding gums. The SSgt gave me a cup and told me to
bring it back full of water from the scuttlebutt a 100 yards
away. I must have drank a gallon of water first though.
Back at the SSgt's tent all that was left of the last 2 were
some crumbs. At 6-6 I had followed my Iwo Jima Marine uncles
advice to never volunteer. And a quizzical expression was always
on a DI's face at mail call when I got mail...was this guy in my
platoon? Now I was caught. He asked what my job was in the
platoon. I had none and never did. Now I was in charge of the
sh*tcan. I assumed as sh*tcan "supervisor" I could appoint 2
helpers and did.
During Right Oblique March in 8 Man Squad Drill the squad leader
had to loudly call squad commands. Being loud voiced I replaced
a weaker one in the first squad. Then at MCRD I was promoted to
Guide and won Pfc at graduation. I think the cookies helped.
Lima Echo
Cpl of Marines 60-64
The Dumb SOB
Sgt Grit,
I read this weeks newsletter this morning before
heading off to a Doctor's appointment and one caught me and made
me laugh, because of what I saw at Boot Camp at MCRD San Diego.
The story I am referring to is that of W.R. Elder and about his
son the Tattoo artist. First of all I am very happy and proud
that he would not let the young kid get the EGA Tattoo until he
came back and showed him he had graduated Boot Camp and earned
the Title of Marine as myself, Gunny Elder and countless others
have earned over the last 200+ years of the Corps. I have a
similar story that goes along with what happens when someone
shows up to Boot already sporting an EGA tattoo.
I went through Boot during the summer as we started the
5th of June that year and towards the end of Boot like so many
others we went to the wonderful Pool at MCRD San Diego to at
least pass the initial swim training. While there as we stripped
down and got into our "swim gear" one of the DI's came in who
was checking to make sure we were all ready to hit the pool.
Well as he walked in with one of his counter parts he noticed
one Recruit trying to move his left arm behind another recruit
so they could not see him or what was on his arm.
Well like all good DI's who have eyes every where it seems while
you are at Boot, they both spotted him and could tell he had
some ink on his arm, but did not know what it was. Well the
grabbed him and low and behold the dumb SOB had went and gotten
an EGA Tattoo that was pretty big and then had the Bull Dog
right under it with USMC written under it and you should have
seen those DI's. They lit up like fireworks on the 4th of July.
They ripped him up and down for getting the tattoo when he had
not earned the title yet and what gave him that right, etc.
Well when the Recruit was able to answer he said his father had
served in the Marines and hot gotten the tattoo for his father.
At which point both DI's Chimed in and said did your Dad know
you got the tattoo before you had even left for Boot? He said
no, because he wanted it to be a surprise for when he came to
his graduation ceremony. Both DI's said your Dad would have
kicked your (Fill in Appropriate Explicative) had he known you
got a Marine Corps Tattoo and had not earned the title yet.
Well they took him and they ordered the rest of us to follow and
then took him to the tower at the pool and pushed him off, and
that is how our day at the pool began.
I hope you enjoyed the story. I have told many people about that
as well as my oldest cousin who also served in the Marine Corps
and was in for 10 years and through Desert Storm. I loved my
service in the Corps and I cherish it every day and am proud
that I did my Enlisted time in the best branch of the service
and I am still very good friends with quite a few
.Marines
I had the pleasure of serving with in my time.
Semper Fi.
Thanks again for all you do SGT Grit as well as your great staff.
Erik Stoeckle
Captain US Army (Ret)
USMC 94-Jan 1, 1998
Made Some Calls
Pvt Jake Krueger, my son, was traveling home for Christmas from
29 Palms California on Dec 22nd 2007 and he was going to be
stuck overnight at the Palm Springs airport.
The USO he was hanging at was to close at 2200 hours. The
volunteer on duty noted that there was 20 young Marines that
were overnighting also, so he got on the phone and made some
calls and the Spa Resort Casino Hotel in Palm Springs said they
would help out. They sent a hotel shuttle over to pick them up,
comped them rooms, dinner and breakfast and the ride back to the
airport!
That made this set of anxious parents very grateful for a very
kind, "support our troops" holiday act!
S.F.
Kerry Krueger
Cpl 80 to 86
Remembered Me
Talking about General Al Gray, I met him at the Commandants
Residence in 1988 where his gracious wife and himself had coffee
with about a dozen members of the Marine Corps League when we
presented him with his 'Cabbage Patch Marine' (there were only
13 produced) I loved the fact that his coffee was in a camo
canteen cup with 4 stars affixed to it. My fellow members
introduced me to the General as their "Rambo".
When we saw the General again a few months later at the National
Marine Corps League Convention in Dallas, Tx., the General
remembered me as "Rambo" and that nickname has stuck with me
ever since.
L/Cpl Mark Gallant
USMC 66-69
Chu Lai '68
Jingle Bell
For Wayne Brandon: the one I remember goes: Jingle bell, shotgun
shells, VC in the grass...If you don't like my Christmas song,
you can stick it up you're a$$...etc.
How ya doin', you ol' dog? We gonna see your sorry hinney at
Nashville in August? (for those not in the know, 1st Mar Div
Assoc annual reunion is in Nashville this year, 27-30 August)
Wouldn't say Wayne could ever be mistaken for a Yankee...has
this habit of referring to the Civil War as "The War of Northern
Aggression"...Semper Fi!
Dick...a Tennessean by choice...
sgt grit i'm a vietnam vet pvt himes nam 68/71 in answer to
someone wanting to know what the real version of our Christmas
song was i believe it went something like this jingle bells
mortar shells vc in the grass you can take your Merry Christmas
and stick it in your arse sincerely jdhimes c/co. 1st plt.
charlie co.1/1 1st mp bn'danang 68/71
As I recall it from the DMZ circa 1968, "Jingle bells, mortar
shells, VC in the grass, take your homemade Christmas pies and
shove them up your..."
Semper fi
D.M. Ruttenber Sgt. USMC 2253882
I Could Shoot The Eyes Out
My Marine Corps days were early 70's, 1970-76. I remember them
fondly and am proud to be a former Marine to this day. My
favorite memory is shooting the rifle course at Camp Horno,
Pendleton in 1973, and maxing the rifle range twice. I could
shoot the eyes out of that M-16.
I was soon "TAD" to many rifle matches after that which better
honed the skill the Marine Corps helped to develop. I always
enjoyed "rifle coaching and helping my fellow Marines "snap in".
Mountain Warfare Training in Bridgeport, Ca was always cool as I
was always the "resident Sniper" in our war games there. Many a
night in Summit Meadows freezin' the ole tush off and the never
ending "cowbells".
Thanks Sgt Grit. This is a great column
Lance Corporal Gray
Lima 3/1, Camp Horno
He Leaned Toward
Two years ago my wife and I were on a twin-prop puddle-jumper
from Washington, DC to New York's JFK. Aboard the plane with us
was the president of a small African nation, along with his
entourage. When we landed in New York, we were instructed to
disembark the plane first. As I headed out the door of the
aircraft, I pulled on my Sgt. Grit "Death Cheater" hat and
stepped out onto the top of the stairs. I looked out at a small
security detachment and noticed that one of them locked onto me.
He watched me all the way down the stairs and across the tarmac.
When I got even with him, he leaned toward me and whispered,
"Semper Fi, Doc."
Everywhere I wear that hat, I get comments: "Thanks for your
service."
"Semper Fi." It is an exclusive fraternity of which I an proud
to be a part.
Doc Thompkins, HMC
RVN 68-69 2/26
It Ain't Nuthin'
To LCpl. Walker:
Disabled or not, in uniform or not, you will always be a Marine,
and nothing can stop a Marine from "representing" the Corps and
standing tall... even if he can no longer stand up.
You are wearing your uniform INSIDE now, just not outside.
My nephew Chris is a medically-retired Sergeant of Marines whose
legs no longer work, and he is confined to a wheel chair. Upon
discharge he attended and graduated from Penn State University
with Honors, and now heads his own successful physical fitness
training business, "Corps Fitness", as well as starting and running an annual mini- marathon that last year donated more
than $50,000 to medical research, and an arm-powered bike
fitness program for disabled kids.
He competes nationally in disabled triathlons, and two years ago
came in first in his category with his arm-powered bike in the
annual Marine Corps Marathon in Arlington, VA. In 2007 he tried
his first skydiving jump.
His motto is: "It is not important if you get knocked down, but
whether you get up", and he is an inspiration and role model to
all who know him.
Hang in there, Marine. It ain't nuthin' but a thing.
Semper Fi,
Don Kaag
LTC, Armor, AUS(Ret.)
...and former Sgt. & Capt.
of Marines
A Drummer Appeared
Dear Sgt Grit,
The story about the convicted Marine being marched in front of
his company and escorted out the gate in Camp Pendleton, reminded
me of an incident that happened when I was in 2/7 in 1962.
The whole battalion was formed up on the parade deck and three
individuals dressed in full greens minus insignia were marched
in front of the battalion. The battalion adjutant read the order
dismissing them from the Marine Corps. A drummer appeared and he
then marched them to the head of the formation, E Company,
appeared and the men were marched in front of the battalion as
the drummer beat a slow cadence. As they approached each
company. the order "about face" was given and the company turned
their backs on the men. It's one thing to have a company perform
that little booting out ceremony, but when over 1100 men perform
it, it's really eye opening.
At the end of the ceremony the men were loaded into a civil
service van and driven to the gate.
In all my career in the Marine Corps, I've only had one man
given a dishonorable discharge and that happened when I was a
troop handler in 1957. It's too bad we couldn't have had the
same ceremony for him when he finished his time in the brig, it
might have made an impression on some new Marines.
Jerry R Hattox
GySgt USMC Ret
Celebrate My Service
Sgt. Grit,
I may have told you that I have an adventure every year to
celebrate my service in the Corps and to prove to myself that
even though I get older every year (I'm now 59), the Corps
provided me with the courage, honor and commitment to remain
active and physically fit. I still run 4 miles 3 days a week,
visit the gym weekly, hike in the NC mountains each Spring,
Summer and Fall, and scuba dive each Summer. But, my goal each
year is to do something out of the ordinary. This is my video on YouTube with my adventure for 2007, flying the L-39 military jet
in California, quite the thrill. It was an OORah trip!
Jim Hill
Former Captain
US Marine Corps
1970-74
Truly Believe
Happy New Year to you too Sgt. Grit,
I am a former Marine also, I enlisted Feb. 2 1981, and served
until 03/86.
I made E-4 Cpl. before receiving my honorable discharge.
Including a bust I received in my first year. I became a
sh!tbird for awhile, but it didn't take long for my superiors to
adjust my attitude. I truly believe that life is forever a
challenging growing experience, and life long habits can change
for the better. I am proud to be a Marine and I am glad to see
your network on the internet. Thank you brother.
Semper Fidelis
Cpl. Mark Ramirez
Can Tell The Difference
Sgt. Grit,
I just wanted to thank you for all your work that is
performed in the production and distribution of your newsletter
to all the subscribers. I recently read the letter from the
parents of the lady in dire need of transportation from an
airport, and in which, General Al Gray was being the leader
that he is, was compassionate enough to see to it that she was
able to get home to see her parents. General Gray definitely
earned extra points on entering heavens gates with this.
I also am writing in response to MSgt Coon's letter of the
misguided Marines out of uniform. I drive a tour bus here in the
state of Missouri and I live close to FT Leonard Wood. From time
to time, I pick up Marines either at an airport or on FT Wood
and transport them to their destination.
Generally speaking, the Marines are Marines. When stepping on
the bus and you have both Marines and Army personnel
you can
tell the difference between them. However, I have had only one
incident in which I just shook my head in disbelief, but later,
just had to say something about it. The Marines had landed in
Springfield, Mo, and had deboarded on the Tarmac at 0100. I took
them to the terminal so as to await the arrival of the second
bus, so we could safely take them to FT Wood. There was Eighty
Two of them.
After unloading them, and while they were in formation outside
the terminal; I saw something that I never thought I would ever
see. Backpacks hanging off of shoulders, cigarettes hanging out
of their mouths, covers off their gourds (ha ha) and pop bottles
in their hands. Remind you, they are in their digitals.
Needless to say, my blood pressure skyrocketed. I just about
went DI on them. However, I kept my cool, pulled the PFC aside
and lectured him on proper etiquette of Marine formations. I
don't know if what I did was proper, but I sure felt better
after doing so. I asked the PFC to just when did the commandant
of the Marine Corps allow such formations in public. After all,
there is an image to uphold as well as guidelines to follow.
There are cameras everywhere in this world and everybody is
watching; regardless of the time. Now that I have this off my
chest, I feel better. I can only hope that small incidents like
this do not go unnoticed. If they do; then we as retirees and as
having served have gone complacent with our beliefs.
C H Lambert
PI 1st Batt Plt 1125 '73
HQCo HQBN 1st MarDiv
1stBatt 7th Mar
I Want You To
Our MAG was the ACE at the Reserve CAX, 29 Palms. Gen Al Gray
had just taken over as Commandant and visited the ACE. At the
briefing for the Gen, the OpsO kicked it off by reading off a
flip chart, with a squared away PFC flipping the pages. After a
few pages, the Gen told the OpsO, "Maj, sit down. Marine,
continue." The PFC continued without hesitation and did an
outstanding job. To make a long story short, after he was done,
the Gen told him to go get his CO. He returned with his CO
about 20 minutes later and the Gen told the CO, "I want you to
promote this Marine to LCpl. In fact, I want you to promote him
at your Marine Corps Ball this year. My SgtMaj will take care
of the paperwork."
CWO-4 T. Kano
USMCR (ret)
Alberts Sits Back Down
Dear Sgt Grit
One evening PFC Alberts is sitting on his locker box in his
skiveys polishing his boots when PFC Monoz comes back from
liberty.
Monoz has had a few beers and is dancing around throwing punches
bragging about how he came from the mean streets of Los Angeles.
(He had done this a few times before).
Then he spies Alberts, Alberts was from Long Beach Calif. and
his dad owned a shoe store there. Alberts was the quiet studious
type that kept to himself, the typical clean cut kid.
Munoz comes over and punches him a coupla times. I heard
Alberts say "Ow d*mit that hurt, knock it off". Then I heard
Monoz say " You want to do something about it"? Then I see
Alberts come from the sitting position bring his fist up and hit
Monoz up side the head. Monoz goes flying. We use to have a
saying "There was two blows stuck Alberts hit Monoz and Monoz
hit the deck".
Then Alberts sits back down as if nothing had happened and
continues polishing his boots. Monoz laid there a little while
then got up and wobbled off to his bunk.
Two things happened that day Monoz stopped punching people and
Albert became a regular guy. After that I would hear guys going
on liberty call out to Alberts "Hey Alberts come on and go on
liberty with us". And he did.
Funny thing it wasn't too long after that he became Cpl.
Alberts.
Semper Fi
S/Sgt Norm Barnes Wpns Co. 1st Bn 3rd Marines
Redirected My Plans
Sgt. Grit,
I picked up on your news letter about a year ago, subscribe
to it and get a big kick out or reading the letters from past
and present jarheads and their families. You don't hear the
term "Hollywood Marine" too much (actually never), maybe because
unless you were "there" it wouldn't mean much or might even be
taken unkindly. But I was, in the truest sense of the phrase, a
"Hollywood Marine".
I graduated from boot in January of '80 from Plt. 3102,
3rdRecTrnBtln, USMCRDSDIEGO,. Originally bound for someplace in
Memphis (I think) for advanced training as a combat engineer.
But I never made it that far. The Marines gave me ten days
leave out of boot to take care of some baggage from life prior
to the 'Corps (another story), and upon returning to San Diego
after a successful mission before a judge, I still had a couple
of days leave.
In civies, on the beach, playing football, I tore some ligaments
in my right ankle (go figure, three months of boot with nothing
more than some blisters and bruises). Still on a gradhold
status from boot, that left me temporarily attached to MCRD San
Diego.
You know the Marines don't let you sit around doing nothing
while you repair, so I go to work for a MGySgt doing background
checks on Officer Candidate School selecties for Naval Security
Group (I learned to type in high school and I can talk).
When my ankle had healed and I prepared to put in orders to
carry on I learned my "boss" had changed my MOS and had
redirected my plans somewhat. Permanent attachment to MCRD San
Diego. So I spent the next three and a half years working
various jobs on a recruit training facility.
My MOS was changed to 0151 (administrative liaison) and my not
too typical career, in the traditional sense of Marine duties,
began. But spending four years in boot camp wasn't all peaches
and cream either. I ran an average 60 miles a week, from base
to the beach every other day and saluted a bazillion times a
day.
I attended every class known to the Corps available on the base.
My chain of command was myself, the MGySgt, a Captain, a Lt.Col
(all G-2 personnel), then the base commander. In the public
eye, I stood inspection every day and shaved twice daily.
I spent three years on the base Color Guard Detail, advancing
from rifleman to NCOIC, wore the blues and carried the Colors
with pride while rubbing shoulders with the diplomatic elite :/.
I carried the mike at the base graduation ceremonies for over a
year, sat third row behind the base commander (suffered more
than a few lightning bolt glares for mistakes I made in
protocol), served drinks at the "O" club and drove the base
staff to the local golf course.
I made meritorious Corporal (by board selection), I made
meritorious Sergeant (by board selection), not because I was
anything special, but because I needed the stripes to fill the
billets.
So I learned the traditions, excelled in PT (never ranked lower
than a 300 out of first phase in boot camp), shot expert every
year, taught CPR, counseled recruits and even did some PR photo
shoots for the local recruiters. I put my cammies on five times
after boot, once each year to qualify at Pendleton (yes, I
humped Mt. MF, more than once).
I spent those four years spit and polished (no corofram shine)
razor creases, hi and tight and fit to take on the world. Like
a well polished, fully functional, chrome plated '45 hanging on
the wall in a display case that's never been fired.
I never saw combat. Out of boot I never received any official
combat training. But I jumped out of airplanes for fun. I
studied martial arts for fun. I scuba dived the Pacific ocean
for fun and I got my captains license for small craft for fun.
At 45 I can still do it all now (well the three mile run in 18
might get me). I would not change one single thing. Because
what I learned as a Marine, how it changed my life, and what it
made me into still leaves me cocked and ready for whatever this
world can throw my way.
Being twenty five years married with four kids, two in college
with two at my knee, outside of God, the Corps has always been
the single strongest marker in my life. No matter what the job,
or where you serve, once a Marine, always a Marine.
"Semper Fi"
For God, Country and Corps
A Hollywood Marine
Keith Markham
1stBn, 1st Marines Were Involved
It has been requested by Colonel Len Hayes, USMC (Ret'd) to
assist in locating any Marine or Corpsman who served with B/1/1
in Korea on Sep 21, 1950. On that date the 1stBn, 1st Marines
were involved in the attack on Yongdong-po. B Company attacked
over a series of dikes outside the town and the western part of
Yongdong-po and suffered heavy casualties.
One Plt Ldr, Lt Connor Hollingsworth, from B/1/1 was severely
wounded and many have stated previously that he should be
awarded an award for his heroic conduct during this engagement
with the enemy.
After the Seoul engagement the Company Commander, Captain Bland
was transferred to Wpns Co. Capt Bland (LtCol Bland, USMC-Ret'd
recently passed away) but prior to his passing sent an E-Mail to
Lt Col Marvin D. Gardner, USMC (Ret'd) highly recommending 1stLt
Hollingsworth for an award.
The Awards Board at HQMC refused to accept this unsigned
Personal Award Recommendation submitted by the former Co Cdr,
now deceased. LtCol Gardner's recommendation was considered
acceptable to the Awards Board, but we need one additional,
signed & notarized statement from another Marine or Corpsman who
witnessed 1stLt Hollingsworth's heroic actions during that
engagement.
Captain Hollingsworth was medically separated from the USMC on
Nov 1, 1950. He is being recommended for the Bronze Star Medal
w/v and we have been informed that he is not expected to live.
Those that knew him would like to see him receive this award
before he passes away. 1stLt Hollingsworth was the Plt Ldr of
the 3rd Plt of B/1/1. Anyone having witnessed the heroic
actions by the Lt are asked to contact Colonel Len Hayes, USMC
(Ret'd). Business Mgr of the 1st Marine Division Assn. LtGen
Dick Carey, USMC (Ret'd) is also working on this award. Colonel
Hayes may be reached by calling (760) 967 - 8561/62 (Office) or
(760) 712 - 7088(Cell). Time is of the essence.
PLEASE pass this on to any members of the 1/1 who may be able to
assist.
The Lesson
Because Sgt. Grit has been gracious enough to provide this
venue, it is for those who have recently dedicated themselves,
or are considering such dedication... to becoming the last in
line of a long line; that I would like to tell the story of a
lesson learned. My DI's and other instructors taught this
lesson; but it took one lowly lance corporal to make me truly
understand. To relate this lesson, although it is a simple one,
some background is needed. I'll call it the Few, the Proud, and
the Brave.
The Few....The section that I was in, upon being inserted into
Viet Nam, was unique. Being the first of its kind, and although
others would follow, we were at the forefront of a way all
future warfare would be waged. At this time the transistor
radio was less than ten years old. The integrated circuit and
the personal computer are to be things of the future. And yet
here we were, although archaic by today's standards, doing the
stuff of 'Star Wars'.
The Proud....I spent my nights in country sleeping between clean
sheets, warm and dry. I ate three square meals a day, hot and
hearty. I never once discharged my weapon while in country, and
except for an occasional guard detail, was it even around. The
only wound I received that required medical attention was caused
by burning my hand with a soldering iron. I was afforded
frequent USO shows, had access to an e-club with all the
amenities...and while my fellow Marines were dying in all those
God forsaken places that the world would little note nor long
remember and suffering abuses to mind, body and soul, I was
taking an instructed calculus course and loosing my fingernails
mulling over slope-intercepts, first derivatives, and integrals.
I could go on with more of this, but by now...I think you get
the general idea. That having completed boot camp, ITR, and
other such training; and now after giving so little while others
were giving so much, proud...I think not.
And the Brave...After a year of this 'arduous' duty I found
myself beyond the wakeup. So Sgt. JT and myself, with duffels
packed and donning fresh clean utilities, our boots freshly
polished and properly bloused, and our brass nicely shined; make
our way to the DaNang airstrip for out processing. It was here
that we encountered this lance corporal, who politely requested
to share a spot on the bench with us. How to best describe him?
You have seen a picture of him...I know you have. The fatigued
eyes set with a thousand yard stare. Utilities faded, torn and
dirty. Boots scuffed and dyed to a sandy shade of red. When he
spoke, his teeth showed brown from the dirt recently eaten. No
doubt, here was a true warrior that had just been bounced out of
Indian country sometime after sunrise that morning.
Introductions were just getting under way when an F4 cracks
overhead causing JT and myself to glance skyward. Upon turning
back, we find that the lance corporal has disappeared. After a
few seconds we find him under the bench, curled up in a fetal
position. After gently extracting him with assurances that he
had made it, that it was now over and he was going home; we
again sat down. It was then, during our conversation, that the
much dreaded question arose. With a lot of muted mumbling,
stammering, and the like; I was finally able to convey the idea
that it was related with close air support. At which point he
promptly stands up, does an abrupt about face, then coming to
full attention and with the voice of a Marine says "Please, may
I have the honor of shaking your hand [Now why, I thought, for
God's sake would this warrior want to shake my lily white, when
the best I would hope for would be his scorn]...because you guys
pulled my butt out of the fire more than once." In an instant
it all became crystal clear, and I would from that moment on;
never, ever, hang my head again...the lesson taught had been
finally learned. And it was that...
The job you are assigned to in the Corps doesn't count for
squat. However, how well you do that job...that counts for
everything! And that there is a linkage, a connection within
every job, one to another and then to another; from those in the
rear with the gear all the way to the grunt in front.... that
makes up the lean, green, fighting machine. So don't be like
me...instead, listen up and get it right the first time.
Sgt. Steven Parmenter [5975]
Forty years proud...even if only for just one Marine.
"Home is where you dig it"- Khe Sanh Jan 20 1968
Jan 20 is the beginning of the siege at Khe Sanh 40 years ago.
Dick Dworsky
40 years ago a handful of United States Marines, Army, Navy and
Air Force warriors spend more than 77 days defending a small set
of outposts in northwest Viet Nam. The place was Khe Sanh and
the enemy sent an estimated 30,000 troops to attack us.
The Third Battalion 26th Marines, India Company's mission was to
hold 881South (S) and act as a combat outpost on the Khe Sanh
plateau. On the 20th of January, India, with more than 200
Marines and Corpsmen, jumped off on a reconnaissance and before
it had gone 1000 yards north, made contact with a sizable NVA
unit and the first helicopter to evacuate the casualties was
shot down. Another platoon succeeded in seizing its objective,
but at high cost, because the Lieutenant and several others were
killed.
That day, an NVA lieutenant surrendered to the Marines defending
the base. He was immediately interrogated; he reported that all
outlying positions around the base would be attacked that night.
India was ordered to immediately return to 881S. That night,
all positions were assaulted except 881S, probably because the
earlier firefight wrecked the enemy attack plans. That evening
began the siege that lasted until April.
In addition to standing watch, digging deeper trenches and
fighting positions became the daily routine. The title of this
"home is where you dig it," became the Khe Sanh motto. It was
like trench warfare in World War 1. Lack of supplies, digging
equipment, bunker material, constant battles with rats, rain and
mud, cold, fog, and all under constant artillery, mortar and
sniper fire and observation of the enemy seemed to be the order
of the day. To stand in a trench for eight hours on a given
night without relief, in total darkness, in a fog so thick that
even a magnesium flare could not pierce it, all senses focused
on detecting any sound, any smell, any hint of movement to the
front, was trying in the extreme. But, we were never outside
the range of our own artillery support, air power and
communications.
Logistical support by air hazardous and several C-130s and
C-123's were destroyed on Khe Sanh's airstrip while attempting
to bring in the supplies required to support the base. But,
helicopters still had to brave the heavy mortar, artillery,
rocket and automatic weapons fire to carry the critical re-
supplies from Khe Sanh to the surrounding hill top outposts.
Heroism was routine. The helicopter zones were always "hot",
and within easy range of enemy 120mm mortars. Most dangerous
were the medical evacuation missions. Yet there was no occasion
when men had to be ordered to carry stretchers. Seven
helicopters were shot down, yet we never called for a medevac
that didn't come, weather permitting.
Forty-two Marines or Corpsmen died on or near the hill and
nearly two hundred were wounded. None of these losses occurred
in a single pitched battle, but rather in discrete incidents
scattered over the course of the siege. Sniper fire and
incoming was constant, and a lucky round in a trench line or
active medevac zone was just as deadly in April as in January.
Through it all, the troops did their duty.
I didn't pick the men I would fight with yet I have an
attachment to them that can not be described- as I have to those
who carry on today. Never have I given anyone the trust I gave
these men. After all these years, I also recognize that these
men and women, and I mean all who served in Viet Nam from all
branches of the services, in the end, didn't fight for their
country, their government's mission and probably not even their
branch of service but for each other. I salute those warriors
of the past and those of today and I am proud to have been one
of you.
Dr. Richard Dworsky PhD. was a Platoon Commander with India
Company on hill 881S during the siege until he was wounded and
medevaced. He has several decorations for bravery including a
Bronze Star and Navy Commendation Medal and 3 purple hearts as a
result of his tour in Viet Nam. He has lived and worked in
Anchorage for almost 30 years.
PRIVILEGED!
You people are PRIVILEGED! That's what they told us. I enlisted
in our Beloved Corps 23 July 1959, Company "D," Platoon 147,
Parris Island, SC. In or around our 8th or 9th week of training
we were hit by hurricane "Gracie," which swept over the Island
as a Category "4" storm, packing winds of 138 MPH. We lost all
electricity for 2 or 3 days. For the next several days all
training was suspended, except for policing the Island for
fallen tree branches and debris. I got to see more of the Island
in 2-3 days than in my 13 weeks of training. Due to the lost
training, we were set back 1 week. The privilege, we were told,
was we would get to eat C-Rations twice - once at Elliotts
Beach, and again while the power was out. I would like to
express my deepest thanks and gratitude to our DI's wherever you
are. A/SSgt. J. F. Geraghty SDI, A/Sgt. R. L. Mintz JDI, and
A/Sgt. R. Roberts JDI.
Semper Fi
Z. J. Molnar, III
#1875579, 1959-1965
Stammered Loudly
Sarg,
A letter in the 10 Jan 08 issue brought back a Leatherneck
"highlight moment" for me. It concerned a Marine who had
consumed too much booze the night before his enlistment
physical, and consequently was sent home to visit his doctor
because of high blood pressure.
My tale is a bit different but probably not unique.
I tried to enlist in the USMCR the day after JFK was
assassinated in 1963. I passed the written test and was
instructed to return the next day for my physical. Well, being
young and invincible to normal human problems, my buddy, Jug,
and I decided to go to a friends house for a party that night.
We stopped at a local liquor store and I purchased two fifth of
spirits. I had consumed the vodka by the time we arrived at the
party, and I was told later that I also drank the whiskey. (My
memory of that night fails me to this day!) Well, needless to
say, my session the next day with the doctor didn't go as
planned. Upon checking my "urine sample" the Doc asked if I had
a history of kidney problems. I became concerned and told him
that I was unaware of any such problem and that I had always
been very healthy. His next question was the kicker: "Have you
had anything to drink in the past few days"? he asked. I calmly
informed him that I did have a "couple" the previous night. "A
couple of what", he asked. "Well," I stammered, "I drank two
fifths last night". After he stopped laughing and calmed down,
he told me to go home, drink lots of water for the next week and
return the following Friday for my physical.
The rest is history! I passed my physical and took the oath on
3 December 1963.
Well, that's not the end of this tale. Sometime during the
first early days at MCRD, Platoon 218 was marched to one of the
multitude of meetings (shot, tests, etc.). We were sent
individually into a building. When my turn came, I entered an
office and centered myself in front of a Navy doctors desk. I
stood at rigidly attention, not having a clue about what was
going on, when the Navy doctor asked me one question: "Recruit
Lonn, how do you like boot camp so far?" Nervously I stammered
loudly, "Sir, I hate it, Sir!" He smiled and said, "Sane! Send
in the next recruit!" I had just had a meeting with a
psychiatrist, and I was declared sane because I was not happy at
boot camp. What a Corps!
Thanks to the Marine Corps, I am still sane, able to overcome
adversity and privileged to be called a "Marine!"
B Lonn
'63-'69
"Bury me Next to a Marine"
Bury me next to a Marine, When my time has come to an end,
So I can spend eternity, Beside my brother and friend
I've served beside them for years And they've inspired me every day.
They've never asked for anything, So a debt I can never repay.
None of them served for glory, None for money or fame.
But they've served in every clime and place, Heroes with but one name.
No one will ever outdo them, Their honor is never outdone.
They will all go down in history, As America's favorite sons.
Marines will never fail you, And their guard will never cease.
Please bury me next to a Marine, So I may rest in peace
HM2(FMF) Robert L. Owens August 31, 2007
Found It Ironic
Sgt. Grit:
I want to thank you for posting the letters and comments from
other Marines as well as folks who appreciate what we do.
I was a young Marine in the Vietnam war from Dec, 1965- Feb
1967. I was attached to 2nd Battalion 5th Marines, Hotel
Company. While there I served in many operations. One in
particular was "Operation Prairie".
When I returned from my tour of duty. I was instructed to not
mention that I was in Vietnam. I couldn't wear my uniform on
the plane flying home and if asked by any civilian to deny that
I was in Vietnam to avoid being called a "baby killer".
Upon my return I was stationed at Quantico Va. as a military
police. While there I was called up to protect the capital
while the demonstrations were going on. Shortly after that I
was assigned to Parris Island, South Carolina to be a Drill
Instructor.
I found it ironic that first I was sent to defend my country,
then to protect my President against those protesting the war
and then to train young men to go protect their country.
It was also ironic that a movie "Full Medal Jacket" would come
out years later, not only portraying my unit in Vietnam (Hotel
2/5) but also my life as a Drill Instructor, minus the demise in
the movie of the DI.
Recently, I was interested in connecting with anyone who would
have been with me in Vietnam. I came across a webpage with
Hotel 2/5 members. I recognized a few and made contact. One
member wrote back and informed me that my picture was in a
famous book about Vietnam, "Larry Burrows. Vietnam". My wife
got the book for me for Christmas and much to my surprise, I was
the "opening picture" to the section on "Operation Prairie".
That's me sitting on the water can.
To all of us who fought a war that the public didn't want and
turned their backs on, stand proud. I have yet to meet a Marine
that when they find out that I was in Vietnam, not want to shake
my hand and say "thank you, I know you had it tough and you
didn't get the parades or thanks like we get now, but we know
what you did and we as Marines are proud of you!".
Keep up the great work of presenting your open forum and God
Bless!
SSgt. Paul Kellum
Medically retired due to wounds from Vietnam.
Determining Which Members
Doc Thompkins (a Navy Corpsman) recently submitted an article in
which he stated that he always identified more with the Marines
than he did with the Navy. Needless to say that his comment
caused me to reflect upon my time on active duty and how blessed
we Marines were to have these outstanding Corpsmen serve at our
sides.
I do not know just how the Navy goes about determining which
members of their medical corps will be assigned to serve with
Marine units; however, I do hope that they never change their
criteria. My experiences with these heroes - in both combat and
non-combat arenas - underscores the realization that we can
never thank them in a manner equal to their individual as well
as collective commitments and accomplishments.
How do you adequately express your appreciation to those like
Doc Thompkins who stated -
"I will never forget my years with the Marines. They protected
me, and in turn, I did everything I could to take care of them.
If that just meant holding a young Marine so he wouldn't have to
die alone, then I did it."
I guess I will simply say Semper Fi to the Doc and those like
him.
Wayne 'Mac' McNeir
MSgt USMC Retired (1960-1982)
RVN 63-64, 67-68, 71-71
Responses to Bob Ash and the spit stains
Wash it away? Never think there is a need to do so. That spit it
a badge of honor. It means you served our country, and they were
splenetic because they knew, deep in their shriveled souls, that
they could never be what you are, a United States Marine, or a
member of any branch of the US military for that matter. It
pains them to know you carry a distinction that is far beyond
their reach. Why do you think members of the media always
portray Vietnam veterans as homeless drug-abusers, and ignore
the tens of thousands of highly-successful vets? It's bitter
envy of men and women who were something they know in their
hearts they could never hope to be. Why are there so many phony
Vietnam vets around, from college professors to politicians?
Because we who put our blood and bone between the barbarians and
our people stand so far above them, that inside they are eaten
by self-disgust and envy. The philosopher Samuel Johnson had
this exchange with his biographer, Boswell:
Johnson: "Every man thinks meanly of himself for not having been
a soldier, or not having been at sea." Boswell: "Lord Mansfield
does not." Johnson: "Sir, if Lord Mansfield were in a company of
General Officers and Admirals who have been in service, he would
shrink; he'd wish to creep under the table."
They spit on us because, inside, they wish to creep under the
table. That spit, Marine Ash, stains their honorless souls, not
yours. To the many sacrifices Marines make of family, and
finances, and often of life itself, add the sacrifice of bearing
the contempt of lesser men.
As Seneca said, Oderint, dum metuant. (Let them hate, so long as
they fear.)
Robert A. Hall
Cpl, USMC, 1964-68
SSgt, USMCR, 1977-83
Bob,
You don't have to wash anything off.
It's those low-life, do-nothing, bottom-feeders, who have the
problem of cleansing. They'll never get the stains off of
themselves.
Don Hepburn, Sgt of Marines, (HD), "55-"59.
Dear Mr. Ash,
I read your letter here on the Sgt Grit American Courage
newsletter, and just had to respond. Please know that I would
wash the spit from you right this minute if I could. The people
who treated you in that way are not worthy of living in this
great country. You did do the right thing, and people like me
are forever grateful and proud of you. Please disregard the
others. If not for the defenders of this nation, we would not
have this nation. Those people love their freedoms, but haven't
got a clue of the sacrifices made to achieve them.
God bless you, Sir.
Thank you for your service as a Marine.
-Karey
Proud Marine Mom
Proud Marine daughter of a WWII (Okinawa) and Korean War Marine
Sgt. Grit, I would like to send an answer to Bob Ash, 2nd
Battalion III MAF who wrote asking how to wash his soul of the
treatment he received after Nam.
I did not serve there so I can't say from personal experience.
BUT, I am associated with veterans who did and are finally
finding solace by serving with the Patriot Guard. For those who
aren't familiar with the PGR check partriotguard.org. This
started as a group of motor cycle riders who were fed up with
the protestors at funerals of returning warriors who were KIA.
Has grown in 2 year to over 125,000 all across this land of
ours. You don't have to ride a bike or some aren't even
veterans.
You MUST have respect for the fallen hero and the family. Be
he/she returning from the Sand Box, a WW II, Korea, or Nam vet,
THEY WILL receive HONOR. That is all that is required.
I digress from my purpose. Many of these members have expressed
their relief, their uplifting, and their concern for the Nam
vets who have not received the cleansing of brotherhood. For
any who still feel the hurt and rejection of long ago, give this
a try. You will be with your BROTHERS, regardless of your
branch of service. Also, the stiff upper lip sometimes gets a
little quiver and dust sometimes must be removed from the eyes
during the services. My Brother, give it a try.
Chas Umberger
'53-'59 USMCR
Between Korea and the Nam
Just a word to Bob Ash. Those whose spit still stains your soul
will wash it off with their tears at some future time.
Tom Fitzhugh, S/Sgt of Marines '53-'61
This is in regard to the American Courage Jan. 10, 08 newsletter.
I too used to have the same feelings as the Marine who
questioned if he was a Vietnam Veteran. I joined in Nov. 1973. I
had previously been caught trying to join at the age of 16, and
again at 17.(That's another story) When I turned 18, I joined. I
was placed on a delay program and did not go to MCRDSD until
Jan. 3, 1974. I have been listed as a Vietnam Veteran by others
because of my enlistment date. Yet I never served "in country".
I am the President of our local Vietnam Veterans of America
Chapter, I serve on my State Council as AO Chairman. I have been
asked to be a guest speaker at the Traveling Wall, I have been
invited to give numerous motivational speeches. All of this
because I am a "Vietnam Veteran". Yet there were times that I
too felt unworthy of the title. I have never been told that
because I didn't go to Nam that I wasn't accepted. I always
point out to people, when they introduce me as a Marine who
served in Vietnam, that I am NOT a "Wannabe", and that I did not
serve in country. I served with the 1st MAW in Iwakuni, Japan. I
am still proud of my service and of what the Corps has done for
me.
This last Christmas I read an article that helped me to feel
better about my self.
Dec. 20th, 2007 Russell Coffey died in N. Baltimore, Ohio. He
was 109 years old and was listed as the oldest "WW I Veteran" up
until that time. Not an "Army Veteran", but a "WW I Veteran".
But when you read his military history it is only 2 months long.
1 month after enlisting at the age of 20 years old, the war to
end all wars was over, and 1 month later he was discharged. 2
months in, never saw combat, never left the states. Probably
never got the mothball smell out of his uniforms before he left
the Army. Yet he was known by all to be a WW I Veteran. I feel
that as long as people do not list me as a Marine Vietnam Combat
Veteran, but list me as a Marine Vietnam Veteran. I can accept
that.
When the WW II memorial was being designed it was mentioned that
it should honor all WW II Veterans those that served abroad and
those that served at home. Men, women, regular military, and
those of the home guards. Those at home served during WW II,
some one needs to feed the "War Machine" it's supplies.
Sir you are not a coward! A coward is one who will never sign
up, but will still run his/her mouth about the military and our
leadership and our country. You can not read the future to know
when to sign up and how the world will be after you do. It is
just a chance. Stand tall and be proud that you served, you are
a Marine and in my eyes and to others you are a Vietnam Veteran.
Thank you for your service, in the Corps and as a Peace Officer.
Semper Fi
DT
Safety Sarge
Sgt. USMC 73-79
PS. If any of you disagree with me, Fire at will, I can handle
it, for I am a US MARINE!
I am writing in response to Bob Ash asking about the treatment
of today's returning servicemen and women. I served in the Gulf
War and was among the first combat units sent there, and even
more amazingly, was among the first to return home. While you
came home to shouts of "baby killer", "warmonger", and were spit
upon, I came home to parades, flags a-waving, and couldn't buy a
drink anywhere I went. I won't even mention the girls who just
loved that uniform. There could not have been a starker
contrast than that of our respective homecomings.
While some might try to justify the treatment you, and countless
other Viet Nam-Era Veterans, received as "It was a different
time", or "Nobody understood the war", the fact is that the spit
that still stains your soul still stains America's soul. I
won't pretend for one second to try and understand how you must
have felt, and still feel, about being spit on. America's shame
in the way you were treated is the singular reason I, and every
other returning Veteran, did not have to experience what you
did, and I will never forget that. I wish I had an answer
brother for how you can wash that stain away, but I fear that
hurt may never fully leave you. You may take some solace in the
fact that I am pretty sure that if anyone who ever called you a
name, or spit on you back then, would probably ask for your
forgiveness were they standing before you today. Maybe by
forgiving them in your own mind, you may find that peace. If
you cannot do that, then never forget there is a Band of
Brothers who will NEVER turn away from you, and where you will
always be welcome. Welcome home Bob, and thank you.
Semper Fidelis,
Craig W. Anderson
Lance Corporal of Marines '88-92 8151/0311
"A" Co. Marine Barracks, Subic Bay, Philippines
"Lightning Lima" Co. 3/9 1stMARDIV
Short Rounds
Just read the latest newsletter and some of the articles about
the Ka-Bar. Part of my tour was with I-3-2, Camp Lejeune, 58-59.
I brought my Ka-Bar home with me and last year presented it,
along with a picture of me wearing it in the desert of Libya,
North Africa to my 17 year old grandson.
Patrick Arata
Cpl of Marines
Jun 56 - Dec 59
I also was stationed at Courthouse Bay with 2nd ANGLICO from
April 69 to June 70. Did a Med Cruise, Jump School, and Gitmo
in those 15 months. Left in June of 70 with Nam orders. Got
out of the Corps in July 71. Recently spent some time talking
with a Navy Seal just back from his second deployment to Iraq.
He told me that ANGLICO was great to have around and some really
great Marines. That was something I already knew.
K. VanHooser
2484603, 68 - 71
Response to Sgt. Perry's a count of getting caught with hands in
pockets. I remember getting caught with a button unbutton! I
ended up having to sew it back on!
B. OTIS / PT./57 / 60
I like getting your news letter but sometimes it is hard to read
some of the letters without starting to cry. Sorry guys 72 and
former Marine.
Sir,
Among our father's possessions we have found a Marine bracelet
from WWII with the name of John C. Haskins and the number 249645
on it. Can you please tell us how we can find out information on
this man and who his relatives are so we can return it to his
family? We think he may have died on Tarawa in the South
Pacific.
http://www.oklahomamarines.org
Thank you,
Gayl and Pat Gibson
Sgt Grit
I was a member of PLT 202 July 1957. When we were getting our
782 gear I noticed a Sgt that looked familiar, but I could not
place him. Later when we got to our barracks we were told by our
Sr. Drill Instructor that Sgt Brown was in the movie with Jack
Webb "The DI" and if we ever mentioned it our A$s would be
Grass.
Jim Cocke
Read with interest one describing a Colonel he served with in
1995. He supposedly served with Chesty in Korea. If so, that
had to be in 1950 and his last regimental command ( the 1st)
before he made Brigadier and Assistant Division Commander.
Question, anyone know who has served the longest in the Corps,
cause the above reflection would add up to 45 years or more.
SF
NC
C-1-1
Korea
Chestys last regimental command.
To LCpl Will Walker
We Marines have two sets of uniforms, the ones we wear outwardly
and the ones we wear inwardly. You are still wearing your dress
blues in your heart, and you always will. Semper Fi Marine!
Steve Eslin, Pvt to 1st Lt
1966-1969 and 1973 to 1978
BOY, was I surprised that one of my captions won! Thank You Sgt
Grit very much and God Bless the Marine Corps!
Roger K Walker
This news letter has a reference to SIWASH the Marine Duck. One
our neighborhood young Marines from the south side of Chicago,
Frank,"Bap", Fagan was the Marine Hero of those battles and he
was the Master of "SIWASH THE DUCK". I remember both of them
very well. Thanks for the memory~ ~ ~
Cpl. Matt Harper USMCR
VMA 121 Korea
In Nov., I attended an Veterans Day Ceremony at one of the local
Elementary Schools. At the conclusion of the assembly, the
students stood up and began singing the different military
hymns. First the Army, then the Air Force, Coast and Navy. All
four were met with a quiet, polite applause. When the Marine
Corps Hymn began, each Marine in attendance, without prior
planning, immediately snapped to attention. WW II, Korean
Vietnam and the gulf Marines alike stood motionless and solemn.
The hymn ended with an applause Chesty must have heard.
Mac
God led me to the Marines I know this for a fact. I was a young
man heading in the wrong direction and the Marines got me
focused! It was one of the few smart things I did with my life.
Semper Fi. Sgt. O Miller 1964-70.
thanks for your new year mail and i remember on 1972 and 73 in
vietnam with all my Marines friends, they all sang "all my
memories get around her high like a mountain " and from that day
each time i heard that song, i cannot stop crying. Happy New
Year to all of the USMC
plouquette khuong
One of the best ones I heard was,
"The Smoking lamp is lit for one cigarette!"
"Sir, the smoking lamp is lit for one cigarette. Aye aye Sir"
"And I will light it up and pass it around!"
I served from 1958-1962 but still wear my Marine shirts and have
the license plate which says Semper Fi. I was in Denali
National Park last week and had on my Marine sweats. The jacket
has gold letters USMC. I guess the jacket was a little wrinkled
since a lady asked me if I went the University of Southern
California. I said no ma'am, and held my jacket so she could see
the letters and I said United States Marine Corps. She said
that is even better and I want to thank you for your service to
the country. It made my day.
J. McCuen Cpl K-3-8
Official USMC color footage - Iwo Jima
Found at planetvids.com
Semper Fidelis
Welcome Home Marine, Job Well Done!
Semper Fi
Sgt Grit
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