The Co. Gunny and the Radio Worm

Its a short story about Fox Co. , 2 Bn, 9th Mar, 3rd Mar Div, Okinawa in 1974.

In 1974, I was a LCpl on my first tour overseas and ended up the BN Radio Operator for Fox Co. 2/9. My CO was Capt Shawn Leach. Toward the end of my tour, we went on a training mission to the Northern Training Area (NTA). We were supposed to be on alert all night long and the radios were to be manned all night. I had taken a redheaded LCpl from the battalion HQ radio platoon. He had never been assigned to a grunt company and didn’t know sh*t about us or the way we worked.

He was senior to me in rank by a month or so and kept trying to pull it the whole time. I had been with Fox Company through an entire 6 month WESTPAC float. Some where along the way I must have gained the respect of the CO and Company Gunny, because every time ol’ Red tried to run me down, they backed me up. Anyway, the Company Gunny, GySgt Davis, made a point after evening chow that he did not want anyone sleeping on radio watch. If they did, there would be hell to pay. And I knew that if it happened, I would catch it because I was the knucklehead in charge of HQ radios. I set the watches and the 2 Co. Admin pogues got the 10-12 and 12-2 watches and I took the 2-4 knowing that it was the worst watch. I gave Red the 4-6 so he could sleep and be awake for the watch. We put 4 benches in a + sign under the roof of an outdoor classroom and settled in, passing the two radios from bench to bench. All went well and I passed off to the radios to Red. Just at sunrise I woke up and saw the Gunny coming full steam towards the outdoor classroom. I looked over at Red and he was out cold, zipped up to his chin in his mummy bag. Before I could get him up, the Gunny got to him. Reaching down with both hands he picked up Red, the radios and the bench. Stuff went everywhere and Red woke up cursing. Hearing that, the Gunny proceeded to heave the whole squirming mass down a small hill. Red came to rest at the bottom wearing a torn up sleeping bag, 2 PRC 77 radios not to mention a few lumps and bumps. Meanwhile, I was at attention waiting for the storm to turn on me. Shaking in my boots, I watched and listened as the Gunny stormed right by, winked and said something about the radio platoon and their worms. By the time the CO came out we were ready for the days march. Red had earned a place at the back of company line of march carrying a 292 antenna pack, plus his own. Now and again, I am reminded by that incident, that *^%$ really does roll downhill.

Vincent S. Dorsey, SSgt, USMC (Ret.)

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  • Sgt R Carlson

    I was with Fox 2/9 in late 69. Our beloved President Nixon gave me a free ride to Okinawa on some sort of tug boat. I think it was an LST? before I got my golden ticket ride, I was with hdqtrs 3/3. That was a fun time. I have some pictures of some of the guys, but I don’t remember any names. In late 69 we floated back to Vietnam Nam waters but never went ashore. Does anyone remember 3 Marines who were late when the ship left the dock in Subic Bay? I believe it was November or December 69?


  • GYSGT Dan Marso

    In reply to EDWARD LIBBY.
    I was “volunteered” for platoon radio operator, which put me in Plt. HQ with the Platoon Commader and Plt. Sgt. Always enjoyed it, and always was in on the latest scoop. We used to have to stand radio watch on the BN. radio net, which was a little draw back, but other than that good duty in a rifle company. One night I was standing the 4-6 watch, and around 0430, the XO came trotting into the Platoon CP. It was an exercise, when I challenged the XO, he didn’t know the nights PW so I let off three rounds of blanks in his direction,which of course woke the whole platoon! When I saw it was the XO , I prepared to get my young Ass chewed,but when the Platoon Commander woke up cursing, but upon learning what happened, he chewed out the XO, and I was a happy Marine. The next day he talked to the Platoon, and chewed out the XO, and said this will teach him to always know the current PW,he was a great Platoon Commander, 1st LT Urban,we would have followed him into hell !


  • Barry Christman

    Some of you might know of the CAP or CAC Marines. I was one of those Marines in 1966. We were placed in a village with about 25 PFs and were told to build as camp (fighting holes) in the tree line out side this small village. We had an interpreter who helps us communicate until we learned more Vietnamese. I picked the most goofy PF I could find and had the interpreter tell this PF that I was going to teach him how to greet the 1st Lt. when he came to the camp. For one week we had this PF saluting us like he was going to do when the LT came out. (Hand Salute and say) ” Hello Shit Head, Suck My Diiiiiic” I am sure you know the rest of the story.


  • Jack Spearman Lcpl

    Reading stories of radio operators brings back more memories. I was 2533 1964-1967.


  • Cpl Bill Sasscer

    I was a 2531 with Bravo Co 1st Tank Bn 1959-1963. That’s a “rea; long time ago.


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