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In the wrong place!

> It must of been in the late spring because it was “TOO HOT” by morning. The Platoon Lt. called a squad and myself to accompanied him to investigate an incident between two Marine Companies. Apparently, a squad had been sent out to set up an ambush on a village for the first part of their mission and then move down to and across the river in order to set up another ambush next to the river. The second squad from a different company was ordered to set up outside the village and attack the VC/NVA as they left the area next the day. Intelligence had assured them that the village was a “hot bed” (you might say) of VC/NVA activity.
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> Well, everything went according to plan with the squad on the ambush setting up after dark and in the right place. However, unknown to them, the squad that was sent to attack the village at sunrise was to be in place by midnight. Honestly, no one understood why this squad was required to be there that long before the attack. The Intelligence Unit was not forthcoming with their thoughts on the matter (go figure–right?). Now comes the part where this well thought out plan takes a turn, the ambush squad moves out like they were told to; however, when they got to the river the Squad Leader in charge of these men decided that the river was running too fast and deep (it rains in VietNam—a lot!). So in accordance with S.O.P., they connect the Radio Operator on watch at Bn. back in An Hoa to let him know of their situation and the necessary change that was going to be made to their orders. They let it be known that this squad would be returning to the village where they had set up their first ambush and settled in for the rest of the night. It’s now midnight, the attack squad leaves their lines and process to their jump off point for their mission. Wait! Why didn’t the Bn. Radio Operator tell them of the presents of the other squad of Marines? Well, apparently he was a sleep on his watch! Actually, he did fell to sleep on his watch.
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> The next morning comes and the ambush squad is gathering their things to make ready to move out for their company position. The attack squad sees this action and getting excited about their luck at catching so many VC/NVA off guard. Some would think that maybe Intelligence got it right this time. We were never able to clearly find out about who fired the first shot but it was fired and “all hell breaks lose” between these two squads of Marines. It was a very intense firefight for a few minutes. When the Squad Leader called-up the 3.5 rocket—I was never sure why this unit would have brought a long something like that. My guess was that it was sent to them for this attack and the squad was reinforced with exera men—so why not fire it off and get rid of those rounds as fast as possible (you might have guess—I’m grunt). The rounds are too heavy to hump back to the company. Anyways, the ambush squad heard this order and figured that the only people who would use this fire power in a firefight would be other Marines. This is what saved this squad from some serious injuries. They were able to identify themselves to the other squad and put a stop to this fight.
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> The finding of this investigation was that the Bn Radio Operator failed to make note of the changes during his watch and neither of the squads were found at fault for what had happen. The problem is that this was not the only incident that occurred to my company. It has always amazed me how just one person in the chain not doing their job can put so many at risk. I have from time to time stop to think about how many situations or incidents Marines find themselves dealing with without other Americans knowing anything about it. The Navy Seals must have a pretty good P.R. person working for them—I guess.
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> As always, this is a true story—“Sh– you not”!
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> May peace be with you. Semper Fi

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3rd battalion 9th marines Okinawa 63-64

I was a battalion surgeon with H&S Co. 3rd Battalion 9th Marines stationed in Okinawa at Camp Hansen, 1963-64. We were the first marines to go to Vietnam. Shortly after the Tonkin Gulf episode we were put aboard troop ships and sailed to DaNang Harbor, in July 1964. We were there for one month before our tour ended and our replacements arrived. Then we rotated back to the states. I have searched in vain for any military site which acknowledges the existence of the 3rd marine division’s 3/9 . No logos, no patches, no pins, no mention except on wikipedia. I purchased a 1963-64 “year book” of 3/9 on Ebay several years ago, so I have proof we existed. So, why can’t I find any memorabilia of my old unit ???

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Marine Corps Mustang Association 2018 Reunion and Muster

Reunion Notice

Marine Corps Mustang Association (MCMA), 32nd Reunion and Muster, August 08-12, 2018. Menger Hotel, San Antonio, TX. Contact: Lt Col Richard J. Sullivan, USMC (Ret.) (508) 954-2262, sul824@verizon.net. Detailed reunion event information can be found at the MCMA Website, marinecorpsmustang.org.

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Amazing sights and sounds of war

March 28, 1970, Golf Co., 2/5 was on a difficult hump through the rice paddies back to An Hoa Base for three days of rest and showers. This time of year in Viet Nam the heat is “awful damn hot” and grunts were starting to feel the stress from the heat and mud and smell of the water in the rice paddies. We had been moving for a couple of hours when Cpt. Darling stop the company. In front of us was this large green mountain and word started being pass along to watch that beast. We stood there in that water for few minutes when suddenly the side of that mountain blew up. My friends, have you ever witness a B-52 air strike? The mountain was a deep green one second and then a massive cloud of dirt thrown into the air and when everything settled back down—nothing! Just one very large spot of rock was all that was left. We hear the explosion what seem like five minutes later. The word was pass through the radio that the air strike had been called on a VC/NVA rest and relaxation camp. Man! Their rest and relaxation was going to be long time. There was no need for a burial detail for anyone. I tell ya, that sight gave us something else to think about for the rest of that hump.

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The day it rained trees.

The day it rained trees.
The 3rd.Platoon of Golf Co. 2/5 was placed on Hill 34 (a pile of dirt next to the road) for road security. The
story about the 81-M Mortar Team that got their guns turned around in the wrong
direction during a fire mission and blew away a village was being pass around.
The Platoon Lt. ask me about my MOS of 0341 and if I could call in a fire
mission. It had been two years since my training at Camp Geiger but I stated
that I felt pretty sure of my skills (I mean—I am a Marine after all!). Well,
there was a 81-M team at our position and the Lt. challenged me to order a fire
mission on a ridge line that he spotted. I found the position on the map, give
them to the mortar team and order one H.E.round for adjustment. I didn’t have to
adjust anything. The round hit dead center on the spot the Lt. was looking at (I mean— it’s a sad dog that won’t wag his own tail) .
And then showed him that I knew how to move the rounds right-left, up-down, and
“walk them in”. The Lt. informed me that I would be his backup for F.O. if it
became necessary. I wasn’t all that grateful for this opportunity to be a
Forward Observer. I shared this experience for three reasons: 1. This Platoon
Lt. didn’t trust the men in his platoon to know their jobs and do them—there
for my challenge. 2. His radioman was a big kiss-ass (to get rank) and would
tell the Lt. anything on the men in order to look good, whether they were true
or not. 3. The reason the Lt took me a long with him on this walk.

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TET 68′

I was not there at the start of TET,I was still home on leave at the time getting ready to fly out for pre-deployment training.I was notified a couple days after that two of my friends from High School were killed on the first day.Both were draftees and in the Army. One was killed at Pleiku and the other some where farther south near Saigon.The reason I bring this up is the fact that my Mom went ballistic on me wanting me to go UA .My Dad just said “See what you have waiting for you!!” He always knew the war in Nam was BS I did’nt If I only knew then what I know now I would have made a different choiceWe were lied to about Vietnam Exposed to Agent Orange, I have two conditions associated to “The Orange” Lung Cancer being one.Quit smoking in 1970 Also diagnosed withPTSD in 1987 had it forever just did’nt know it Oh forgot to mention the cloroacne on my chest,back and groin after returning home in 69′ If I knew then what I Know now I would have never volunteered but, under the same conditions I would do the same thing I am proud of my service in the Marines! I just wish it would have been another place another time E 2/1 4 Mar 68- 22 Mar 69

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A different kind of weapon used by the VC/NVA

Let me start by saying that if I get this information wrong, please feel free to explain what I’m trying to describe . I can assure you my friends, my feelings will not be hurt.

As it was told to me, the VC/NVA would collect the 250 lb. bombs that didn’t go off when they hit. They would tie this bomb on a small tree, pull it back, and place a small explosive charge under the tree. When the smaller explosive went off, it would cause the small tree to spring forward with more tension and consequently forcing the bomb in to the air with some power. We would hear the smaller explosion and the bomb cutting through the air. I’m not sure how to spell the sound it would make but if one was ever thrown at you, you know what I mean when I say “cutting through the air”. The worst of it all, you didn’t know what to do (‘to sh– or get’)! Anything that big doesn’t have to land on top of you to “put your health records in to the red”. The upside to all of this, believe it or not, is that the bomb still had to hit on it’s head in order to detonate. Still, I don’t know too many guys who didn’t need to go to the head after going through something like that.

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The day it rained trees

The 3rd.Platoon of Golf Co. 2/5 was placed on Hill 34 for road security. The
story about the 81-M Mortar Team that got their guns turned around in the wrong
direction during a fire mission and blew away a village was being pass around.
The Platoon Lt. ask me about my MOS of 0341 and if I could call in a fire
mission. It had been two years since my training at Camp Geiger but I stated
that I felt pretty sure of my skills (I mean—I am a Marine after all!). Well,
there was a 81-M team at our position and the Lt. challenged me to order a fire
mission on a ridge line that he spotted. I found the position on the map, give
them to the mortar team and order one H.E.round for adjustment. I didn’t have to
adjust anything. The round hit dead center on the spot the Lt. was looking at.
And then showed him that I knew how to move the rounds right-left, up-down, and
“walk them in”. The Lt. informed me that I would be his backup for F.O. if it
became necessary. I wasn’t all that grateful for this opportunity to be a
Forward Observer. I shared this experience for three reasons: 1. This Platoon
Lt. didn’t trust the men in his platoon to know their jobs and do them—there
for my challenge. 2. His radioman was a big kiss-ass (to get rank) and would
tell the Lt. anything on the men in order to look good, whether they were true
or not. 3. The reason the Lt took me a long with him on this walk.

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Grenadier E4

I was with Hotel 2/5 and we did the same mine sweep as mentioned. It was very dangerous duty. It was a 10 mile sweep. We were ordered how to do it by headquarters and we obeyed orders as a well trained Marine would do. It did not include eating the food for the Marines at the base camp. However well intentioned, this issue is against military orders. It was a selfish thing to do and other Marines weren’t taken care of like brothers. I cannot call you brother after this incident! “Obey orders and do your duty as told and nothing else.”

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