Here's a couple pictures your Vietnam Vets might like. First picture is Top Barker, he was 1st Sgt. "A" company, 1st Recon. He, I and a LT. used to go to the Vietnamese side of China Beach and eat fabulous sea food cooked by the Viet mom's there (one tried to get us to take her son back to the US)... I don't remember which OP this other picture is, but someone is likely to remember. This picture of Dong Den might make someone home sick. Top Barker returned to the states after a long time away, died shortly after returning and was buried with Honors.
Fog And Light Mist
One memory (among many) that often appears back into my brain housing group takes me back to Camp Matthews. Dec. '59 were being marched to the chow hall at around five dark thirty. Coming down the hill it was almost ghostlike to watch from the rear of formation the Marines ahead of me disappearing into the fog and light mist. Just a misty glow of the chow hall lights glowing below as if awaiting our arrival. Knowing this was going to be a tough day for qualification, but got thru it firing a 221 that morning.
DMcKee 188xxxx '59-'63
I was in the Cr-tch from '59 to '63 and never had Dress Blues and never wanted any. I think they're gaudy and ostentatious. Dress Greens make a Marine look like a Marine. Just my opinion.
Take a look at the picture of Marines in Afghanistan. Do you think they give a cr-p about Dress Blues? I doubt it.
Let Yourself Be Known
My wife and I are taking a break from the sub-freezing temps in Michigan here in Puerto Rico. We're relaxing on the beach when an afternoon rain starts. She gives me the look and we grab our trash to head for some shelter. Along the way we pass a guy that looks up at me and says Semper Fi! I return the greeting along with an Oohrah. Shortly we return to our spots on the beach. In a while this Marine walks over and starts chatting with me. He went to PI in 1991 and I tell him... San Diego in 1983. We talked for a few then parted ways with a firm handshake (as it should be). It's always a pleasure to talk with a total stranger knowing that you have a lot more in common than most people. Marines, let yourself be known. Don't hesitate to greet another brother or sister when you see a tattoo, t-shirt or cover that says "hey I'm a Marine, that's why I'm wearing this".
Cpl. of Marines
0311 Ground Pounder
Our Wonderful Senior DI
Was just reading some of the stories about Christmas and it reminded me of one of (and my first) the times I spent Christmas in the Corps. I was in boot camp, MCRD San Diego. I was supposed to graduate the week of Christmas (the 23rd, plenty of time to fly home in one day, back to the Chicago area for the "hey mom, I'm home" Christmas present) but for some reason, Thanksgiving week they skipped and there was no graduation which pushed everyone else back a week. I ended up graduating on Dec. 30, 1982 instead.
Anyway, our wonderful senior DI, thought it would be a great idea to give the Base CO a Christmas present so on Christmas day, he marched us across the parade deck and had us sing several Christmas carols outside the CO's office. Now looking back I guess it was kinda funny, but at the time we were all p-ssed that we were here doing this instead of home with our family.
Joe mrmolotov Thompson
HMLA 269 Gunnrunners
It Is Gone Too
I got out of the Corps in 1967, and married in 1971. Moved to a large apartment complex and got to know my neighbors! I was surrounded by WWII vets. One Navy Pilot from the Pacific Theater was attached to carriers and other bases in the Pacific. One Naval officer that was on a destroyer, and a Korean Veteran. I was in the middle of friendly banter - which I was the boot to them! The Navy Pilot was shot down more than once, captured and escaped. The Destroyer Officer had his destroyer torpedoed, and had another ship that was severely damaged in another battle. The Korean Veteran was in a real battle in several situations in Korea as well. All of them recognized the role Marines played in both WWII and Korea! I was the Jarhead... (they playfully tortured me every chance they got.) Our wives were concerned when we raised our voices that we would come to blows several times. I realize that they were not Marines, but they almost gave their lives more than once, and we were close for many years. But, Alas, friends get older and the Man upstairs makes no rhyme or reason who he decides to take. The WWII men probably had PTSD - and both were on heavy meds I found out later on. My Korean friend told me stories of Korea about Gen. Mac Arthur and Gen Allmond, and how they almost lost the War with bad decisions. My Korean friend finally died of cancer after a long illness. We would sit outside under a shady tree and argue for hours, about which group was more scr-wed up. We would then march around the corner to a soda shoppe, and have "lime rickeys" or "egg creams", then fight over who was going to pay, as we all fought over the check every time. We even went for breakfast some days if we would were all able to plan in advance. We went to weddings, and all affairs in our respective group as well.
Now I am the only one left, as I am the Boot at 69 years of age?
Since I thought about this note... expressing my feelings about these neighbors, it seems my father-in-law, WWII, North African and Sicilian Vet - has also joined the others Upstairs as well.
Let us take the New Year to remember those who served in all Actions defending our Country, as well as others in other countries less fortunate then we are.
"Peace on Earth" and "Good will towards Man!"
P.S. The shade tree we sat under for many years was struck down by a severe storm, and it is gone too!
One of the things I am glad the Marine Corps got rid of, are the Leggings. We were issued Leggings in Boot camp, wore them in Boot Camp all the time and if I remember right, the only time we didn't wear them is at the final formation. After Boot Camp you wore Leggings on duty with your Greens, Khaki, and dungarees.
During landings we wore leggings and usually when you got ashore they came off like the bipod on the BAR. Later during the War they came to the conclusion that wearing trousers tucked into the leggings could cause a man to drown so trousers were worn outside of leggings during landings, I believe one of the problems at the Normandy Landing was that a lot of soldiers drowned because ocean water would fill the trousers making it more difficult to swim in deep water even though they dumped their pack, ammo belt, rifle, helmet, everything.
I remember going on a Parade in Greens, all nicely pressed, with leggings carefully wrapped around our ankles with the green trousers lightly bloused to keep the front crease. I, also, remember going on MP duty in Honolulu in Khaki wearing leggings. I remember being issued green/tan leggings, washing them with salt to make them white, I remember trying to get the shoe polish out of the leggings for an Inspection. I think my last Commandant Inspection was for General Clifton B. Cates in San Francisco and I was wearing greens with leggings.
When the Marine Corps stopped issuing leggings I don't remember, I do remember them during the Korean War, but after that it seems they had lost their favor with the equipment board. A lot of the wearing of Leggings is still a dim picture, but the memories of washing them and putting them on lingers. The only good memories of leggings comes from boot camp where some idiot would put them on backwards and fall on his face.
GySgt. F. L. Rousseau, USMC Retired
Six Boys â€“ 13 Hands
Submitted by MSgt Sherry, Korean War Vet
Written by a hired videographer
Each year I am hired to go to Washington, DC, with the eighth grade class from Clinton, WI, where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation's capital, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable.
On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima Memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history â€“ that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima, Japan, during WWII.
Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, "Where are you guys from?" I told him that we were from Wisconsin. "Hey, I'm a cheese head too! Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story."
When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are his words from that night.)
"My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, WI. My dad is on that statue, and I wrote a book called Flags of Our Fathers. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me. Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game. A game called 'War'. But it didn't turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old â€“ and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it."
(He pointed to the statue) "You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph... a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the battle of Iwo Jima. Boys. Not old men."
"The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the 'old man' because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for our country', he knew he was talking to boys... instead he would say," "You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers."
"The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona. Ira Hayes was one of them who lived to walk off of Iwo Jima. He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, "You're a hero." He told reporters, "How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off alive?" "So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down, drowned in a very shallow puddle, at the age of 32 (ten years after this picture was taken)."
"The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, KY. A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, "Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows cr-pped all night." Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram up came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away."
"The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley, from Antigo, WI, where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say, No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back. My dad never fished or even went to Canada. Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell soup or Hormel ham. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the press."
"You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn't see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a combat caregiver. On Iwo Jima, he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And, when boys died on Iwo Jima, they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain."
When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, "I want you to always remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back." "So, that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima, and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima, in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time."
Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.
In January 2007, someone added this to the online version of this piece: "One thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in D.C. that is not mentioned here is that if you look at the statue very closely and count the number of 'hands' raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the 13th hand was the hand of God."
The rumor of the 13th hand has been around for a while. The sculpture does not include a 13th hand â€“ there are only 12. When asked about the 13th hand, Felix de Weldon, sculpture of the monument, said "Thirteen hands. Who needed 13 hands? Twelve were enough."
I Fired A Possible 400
This is an answer to Corpsman Miller.
I am sorry to admit that as a pistol and revolver shooter for approximately 65 years, I don't know what a "revolver" hold is. When I was qualifying with the 1911 or S&W .38 special, (the .38 was the TO weapon for pilots), we stood up on our hind legs and used one hand to fire the weapon. When I shoot a revolver double action, I wrap my thumb around the grip laying it against my middle finger, which gives me more pressure to apply to the trigger by the trigger finger. When shooting single action, my thumb lays on the cylinder release, both on the Smith and Colt.
When I shoot the 1911 one handed my thumb lays on the thumb safety. When shooting with two hands, my right thumb (I'm right handed) lays on top of my left thumb.
I always qualified expert with the pistol and revolver, and have the bars on my pistol expert badge. When shooting for qualification in 1959 at El Toro I fired a possible 400 using a S&W Combat Masterpiece borrowed from my friend John Tyler. I fired in the Western Division matches at Camp Matthews in 1953 when it was commanded by Col. Olin Beal.
After leaving the Corps I shot competition bull's-eye for a few years, but never got into the IPSC or whatever they are shooting now, but I still practice using one of my 1911's or other pistols and revolvers.
Corpsman Miller should have been there to straighten me out.
This week's most popular post on the Sgt Grit Facebook page featured an image of an 800mg Motrin tablet. The text around the image reads "Marine Corps Life, The One Medication Most Prescribed By Your Naval Physician to Treat Everything..."
Below are some of the comments received in reference to this post.
Tony Costello - Yep, Motrin 800mg...grunt candy.
Chad Bilbrey - I here it kills cancer according to my Corpsman!
Tony Russo Sr - The only medication that I remember that the Corpsmen distributed were APC's. All Purpose Capsules. 800 mg of Motrin? My son was a staff sgt. in the Air Force and was given large amounts of mgs in aspirins, etc. He died at the age of 31 from pancreatic and liver cancer. Wonder how much the medication contributed to that. You guys that are still in the Corps and other branches, be careful of the meds those clowns give you.
Andrew Jackson - three types of Marine medical situations, 400, 800 and oh sh!t this is serious.
William Neil Johnson - OOOH RAAA Motrin... DOC! My leg just fell off! No worries Marine here are two 800mg Motrin's you'll be ok! Suck it up!
Read more of the 183 comments made about this post on the Sgt Grit Facebook Page.
Attack A Tank With A Toothpick
52 years ago, on this date (Jan 3, 1962), I made the pledge: "I, Howard Hada do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God." I stood on the Yellow Footprints... MCRDSD (Platoon 306)... I remember that day as though it were yesterday! What a difference that day made in my life.
"I felt when I finished boot camp, if any officer had told me to attack a tank with a toothpick, I would have done it because I felt that I could defeat that tank. That was the thing that carried me through life."
USS Princeton LPH5
God Bless Those Marines And My Wife
It was April 5th, we were at Yuma Air Station for war games. Word came down that they were asking for volunteers to ride on the new Ospreys. I immediately volunteered for the operation and told all my fellow Marines who want wanted to go to sign up. We had been stationed there for a couple of months, we were not allowed our own POVs so we mostly stayed around base except for the occasional hop to the Mexican border. My wife calls me up and says she's coming down with the kids, I tell my command to cancel me off the Osprey since I had not seen my family in a couple of months and San Diego was a long way from Yuma (we were stationed in Miramar).
As my wife and kids are huddled up in our room at the local motel room, I see the news flash that everyone on board the Osprey that had launched on April 8th, 2000 had perished. I said a prayer and told my wife that I was supposed to be on that flight. She has saved me many more times, and sometimes from myself.
God bless those Marines and my wife.
Corporal DeGuzman 1996-2000
Facts, Feats and Traditions
Phases in the History of the Marine Corps
1. Traditional Marines 1775-1898.
2. Colonial Fire Brigade 1898-1934.
3. Amphibious Assault Force 1934-1945.
4. Rapid Deployment Force 1945-Present.
One famous Marine Duck
"Siwash" accompanied the 2nd Marine Division into action on Tarawa, Saipan, and Tinian, after which, she was sent home to the US.
Marines in the War with Mexico
Total Marines in service: 3000.
Mortally wounded in action: 11.
Wounded in action: 47.
The President of the United States in the name of Congress takes pride in presenting the Medal Of Honor posthumously to:
Private First Class John D. Kelly
United States Marine Corps
For service as set forth in the following CITATION:
For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while serving as a Radio Operator of Company C, First Battalion, Seventh Marines, First Marine Division (Reinforced), in action against enemy aggressor forces in Korea on 28 May 1952. With his platoon pinned down by a numerically superior enemy force employing intense mortar, artillery, small-arms and grenade fire, Private First Class Kelly requested permission to leave his radio in the care of another man and to participate in an assault on enemy key positions.
Fearlessly charging forward in the face of a murderous hail of machine-gun fire and hand grenades, he initiated a daring attack against a hostile strong point and personally neutralized the position, killing two of the enemy. Unyielding in the face of heavy odds, he continued forward and single-handedly assaulted a machine-gun bunker. Although painfully wounded, he bravely charged the bunker and destroyed it, killing three of the enemy.
Courageously continuing his one-man assault, he again stormed forward in a valiant attempt to wipe out a third bunker and boldly delivered point-blank fire into the aperture of the hostile emplacement. Mortally wounded by enemy fire while carrying out his heroic action, Private First Class Kelly, by his great personal valor and aggressive fighting spirit, inspired his comrades to sweep on, overrun and secure the objective. His extraordinary heroism in the face of almost certain death reflects the highest credit upon himself and enhances the finest traditions of the United States Naval Service. He gallantly gave his life for his country.
Dwight D. Eisenhower
Battle of Talasea, 6-8 March 1944
Marine KIA 37, WIA 133.
On March 6, 1944, Company A of the 533rd EBSR transported elements of the 5th Marines on a mission to the Willaumez Peninsula on the north coast of New Britain. The mission was designed to move the Allies closer to the Japanese stronghold at Rabaul and to cut off Japanese troops retreating from Cape Gloucester. Following are scans of the original plans carried on the 533rd Navigation boat for this mission. This was the first action by Company A who had arrived in the SWPA two months before. The first assault by the 533rd had taken place by Company C the previous day at Yalau Plantation, New Guinea.
Marine Medal of Honor recipient born on the 4th of July:
Sgt Harry Harvey, Philippines in 1900 (#47)
Three Major Twentieth Century Military Techniques Developed by the USMC
1. Amphibious Assault
2. Close Air Support
3. Vertical Envelopment (Airmobile Operations)
M14 or M1
Keep seeing all the notes about Boot Camp, M-14, M-1, etc. I reported to PI 14 December 1962. We had M-14's through Boot Camp. Went straight to ITR at Geiger, where we had M-1's and BAR's as assigned weapons in our training platoon, but I believe we trained a little with M-60 machine guns also. The M-1's at Geiger were so old that several had worn sears and would fire fully automatic if you held the trigger. They nearly always jammed. We were ordered never to fire them fully automatic, but everybody did it anyway.
After six months active duty, I went home and served in a reserve unit, which had M-1's. They were in good shape. That unit, 2nd 105mm HowBtry, Force Troops, FMF, was issued M-14's to replace the M-1's sometime about 1964 or 1965. Then I transferred to a 155 reserve unit in Chattanooga in 1966, and they still had M-1's. I thought the M-1 was a better rifle than the M-14 in terms of accuracy. Once I actually fired 245 out of 250 with an M-1. As a footnote, shortly after 9/11, my college played the Army at West Point. Security on the base was tight. They had activated National Guard troops who were stationed all over with loaded M-14's! I could not believe my eyes! Walked up to a young soldier and asked if that was an M-14. He affirmed that it was. I told him we had M-14's in Boot Camp in 1962-63, and he replied that the sorry rifle he had been issued was probably one of the same rifles we had used long ago. Told me all their M-14's were pieces of junk.
The FLIGHT LINE
Submitted By: MARINE Jim McCallum (the ole gunny)
Vol. #7, #9 (Sept., 2017)
I recently was following an article in the Sgt. Grit Newsletter dated 18 April, 2012 whereas there was a picture of a HOK-1 Helicopter with MARINE CORPS markings that was seen parked at the Pima Air and Space Museum in Tucson, AZ. The original article asked if anyone could identify the Aircraft. Well, right off the bat I knew that it was an HOK because I had ridden in one back in 1960 and then later, after I retired I had enough exposure to it's sister aircraft, the H-43 Husky, to know it very well. The following issue (25 April 2012) of the Newsletter had several responses to the original that had nailed the identity of the mystery Aircraft to a "T". I couldn't help but add my 'Two Cents' to the info that was starting to appear. So, I wrote a note to Sgt. Grit to help support the facts that were starting to pile up from my experiences with this particular helicopter.
The general scope of the article was as follows: My first experience with this aircraft was sometime back in 1960 when I was assigned to do a recon with my C.O. Capt. J.C. Floyd. We were with "A" Co., 3rd Pioneer Battalion out of Camp Koza, Oki. Our task was to recon various landing beaches and numerous roads, bridges and terrain for an impending Division Landing exercise of the Island of Mindoro in the Philippines. To accomplish this task in a timely manner we were assigned a helicopter or syncropter and that A/C was, an HOK-1. I was a little apprehensive about flying around the island in an aircraft that I didn't think should be flying anywhere, at anytime. But, that was only my personal opinion plus, it was before I learned to love Flying. It was the shooting at me part that I didn't like, but got used to. But, we survived the experience anyway, THANK GOODNESS! This all transpired before I retrained into Aviation and subsequently Helicopters.
During the years that followed I remember seeing the HOK on the Flight Line at MCAF New River, N.C., but, as I recall, I was glad that I wasn't flying in them. Instead, I was assigned to the other Misfit of the airways, the H-37 Deuce. The H-43 appeared to fly OK, but I didn't feel comfortable walking close to them on the ground because of the unusual Rotor system configuration. This was before I knew anything about this particular beast. I was later to learn that the rotor blades were bonded (glued) together and the HOK was not the only helicopter built that way. Now, had I gone to Helicopter School in the beginning I would have known this, but I went to "Starched Wing" aircraft school and then placed in Helicopters. Had I known that most aircraft had certain parts that were glued together I may have had second thoughts about retraining for that particular field. But, you couldn't tell this "ole Irishman" anything at that time in my life. Plus, the flight pay was an added incentive in helicopters. Now, I hope it's not to late to break down the designation. The "H" is for Helicopter, The "O" is for Observation and the "K" is for Kaman, the manufacture. And, "Yes" they also make great guitars!
Sierra In One Bravo
Bit in the news last couple days about the Corps pushing out the date (by a year or so) for females to have to do minimum 3 pull-ups. I suspect many, if not most, of your readership never had much occasion to be around female Marines, but for years, their version of the upper body strength test was/is something called 'the flexed arm hang' in which the testee (not to be confused with 'testis') either steps on a bracket on the pull-up bar standard, or is helped up, until the chin is over the bar, and the body weight is maintained in that position by holding the arms bent at the elbow... the event is scored by time... the longer she can maintain the chin over bar altitude, the more points. (been retired 32 years now, don't remember the scoring table)... anyway, was in one of those 'in the rear with gear and the beer' and the Generals type outfits at the Stumps, and on the non-FMF side, we had a few WM's in HQ and Svc Bn. When it came time for the PFT test, we all tested together... paired off for sit-ups, etc. My partner this day was a Gunny from Bn Admin... all Marine, had her Sierra in one Bravo, and had been around for a while. We swapped off foot-holding for sit-ups (in the days before 'crunches)', and did the scoring for the partner on the pull-up bar. Gunny (for some reason, never referred to as 'Guns', as a male counterpart might be...) got up on the bar, did her thing for however many seconds, then dropped off, and clutched both of her armpits, with an expression of serious discomfort. When I asked her if she was OK, she said... "Aw... just some t!t strain, Major"... What do you say to something like that?
This same Gunny, besides being an Admin Chief, was also the Company Gunny for the WM Company... and she made it her business to visit the various spaces where her Marines worked... including Base Motors (the civilian vehicle motor pool)... there was one very slender (actually... "skinny"... very much so) LCPL working there in the records section, who always earned her section an 'outstanding to off the page' mark when the records were inspected. The Gunny came by one day to talk to the Maintenance Officer, and noted that the LCPL, while wearing a white tee-shirt under her green cammies, might not be fully attired... and it went like this: "Stockman? (not her real name... I hope)... are you wearing a bra?"... "No, Gunny"... whereupon the Gunny administered a chewing-out about, and advised the culprit that the next time that she (the Gunny) visited the motor pool, that "you will have a brassiere on your person, is that clear?" "Yes Mam!"
According to my Maintenance Officer source, the Gunny came by about a week later, and questioned Stockman about her under-pinnings... and in response, Stockman said, "yes Mam", reached into the leg pocket of her utilities... and pulled out a bra... met the spirit of the order... if not the letter... (for the younger set... 'Sierra in one Bravo' was slang for having one's sh!t in one bag... in other words, with it, good to go, organized... oh, the things we remember sometimes...)
I was stationed at Capas Tarlac P.I. in the early 80's and our Gunny there had a poster in his office that stated:
"If you were accused of being a Marine, Would there be enough evidence to convict you."
I have always thought of that when the going gets tough.
Charlie Co. San Miguel P. I.
Hey there, Sgt. Grit,
Your list left off the 12th General Order:
"To walk my post from flank to flank, and take no (cr-p) from any rank."
Thanks for the newsletter - Happy New Year all.
R J Blett, '61-'64
Been so many years I can't remember if it was Christmas or New Year's 1965 when I stood on my bunker watching the airbase burn after what I think was a jet fuel bladder that was hit by a rocket or mortar round during one of the idiotic cease fires.
3531, 9th Motors, Da Nang, July '65-April '66
Regarding E.K. Pennington's post on dress blues. I graduated from P.I. Jan. 1956 and no dress blues were issued to anyone. P.F.C. stripes were given to Marines qualifying as expert with the M1. During my 3 year tour Marines on liberty wore "greens" or "tropicals" or more often or not civvies. Attempting to leave the base with "utilities", now known as "cammies", could have had some serious consequences.
Roger Gibson, Cpl. 156xxxx
"In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes an act of rebellion."
"H-ll, these are Marines. Men like them held Guadalcanal and took Iwo Jima. Bagdad ain't sh!t."
--Marine Major General John F. Kelly
"Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it."
--George Bernard Shaw
"Freedom lies in being bold."
"A Marine is a Marine. I set that policy two weeks ago - there's no such thing as a former Marine. You're a Marine, just in a different uniform and you're in a different phase of your life. But you'll always be a Marine because you went to Parris Island, San Diego or the hills of Quantico. There's no such thing as a former Marine."
--General James F. Amos, 35th Commandant of the Marine Corps
"It is hard to imagine a more stupid or more dangerous way of making decisions than by putting those decisions in the hands of people who pay no price for being wrong."
--Thomas Sowell, Economist, Korea USMC Vet
"To learn who rules over you, simply find out who you are not allowed to criticize."
"I come in peace, I didn't bring artillery. But I am pleading with you with tears in my eyes: If you f-ck with me, I'll kill you all."
--Marine General James Mattis, to Iraqi tribal leaders
"I have told you people time and time again. Your rifle is your best friend. You let it down and it'll sure let you down."
"There is the right way, the wrong way, and the Marine Corps way."
"You can always tell a Marine, but you can't tell them much."
"Arrogance, My Asz, It's Pride, USMC."
God Bless the American Dream!