What Chesty meant to me
I’m not old enough to have met the general personally (being only 40 years old) but, did have an experience I want to pass along. Several years ago I joined the National Guard after a 15 year break in service. I attended AIT at Ft. Eustis, Va, and it was while I was there, that I was traveling with a friend that lived in that area. While in the car I noticed a menu from a restaurant that had an address of Puller Parkway. I asked my friend about it and he said that the Pullers had lived in that area and Chesty was buried not to far away. I, very excitedly asked if he could show me and of we went. We arrived at a church out in the middle of nowhere and I walked up to the cemetery. There was nothing special about the marker except the small American and Marine Corps flags at the head. I stood there for a moment and heard the echoes of “Good Night Chesty, wherever you might be” from that squadbay at Parris Island. I felt the tears well up inside as I stood there in the presence of why I had joined the Corps so many years ago. I took the time to take a few pictures for posterity, saluted and about faced. This is a memory I will cherish for the rest of my life.
Alabama National Guard 2006-Present