It's early Christmas morning and I've been reading my
newsletter. Next February, it will be 50 years since I arrived
at Parris Island never to be the same again. Several weeks ago,
my wife and I drove over to Beaufort. Funny, I didn't even know
Beaufort existed when I was in Platoon 312 in the winter of '59
at Parris Island. We were proverbial mushrooms. We arrived at
night and, and 13 weeks later left before dawn. One night,
shortly before final field, we patrolled the swamps peering into
the darkness looking to ID German U-boats believed to be about
to invade. We were prepared to defend with an M-1 that had no
clip. What does that tell you about state of mind in Week 13
but let me get back to why I write.
It is 2008. Bonnie and I are sitting in Rita's have a sundae.
Across the room from us was a young family - Poster Marine -
linebacker sized, buff dad with Poster Family - fine-looking
wife, 2 beautiful daughters - all talking and laughing while
demolishing their ice creams. Life is good. Bonnie and I took
pride in their happiness as we enjoyed watching them as much as
our hot fudge sundaes. With me telling Bonnie that I didn't
even know there was a Beaufort, SC when I was at Parris Island.
Poster Family got up to leave ... Poster Marine, in his USMC t-
shirt, towered about them as he led them away from the table.
It wasn't until the two girls ran ahead that we saw that our
Poster Marine proudly walked on two prosthetics anchored to his
thighs. Tears welled in my eyes and awe gripped my chest - What
an honor it is to share a bond with those who are prepared to
give and lose so much and still walk with pride in knowing who
they are as a person, as a husband, as a dad, as a Marine! God
Bless all our young Marines. God, Himself, recognizes just how
well creation is going when he looks with pride upon His Marine
Corps. SEMPER FI.
Don Cuniff
SGT (E-5) 1959 - 1964
Happy New Year!
Marines are still in Iraq, Afghanistan and other locations in
high tempo support.
Remember them and pray for them.
Semper Fi
Sgt Grit
To Our Astonishment
I read with great interest the letter concerning the 150 mile
march and want to add a story about another first. I joined the
Corps in 1953 took basic at MCRD San Diego, CA. The training
class of January of 1953 was the first group to march to Camp
Matthews in lieu of the 6/6 truck ride. I have fond memories of
that march, how three of us boots wound up far ahead of the rest
of Platoon 38. We often looked over our shoulders to gauge how
far we were ahead when we saw a solitary figure rapidly catching
up with us. We immediately thought we were in deep trouble,
however when the solitary figure caught up with us we found it
to be a China Marine a WO who to our astonishment ask if he
could join us. The four of us made it to the staging area well
ahead of the rest of Platoon 38 and all the other Platoons
involved in the march. The WO told us of his tour in China, the
Pacific and life in the Corps. This encounter has remained with
me and will always be a part of my life to remember a Marine
many times my age, 19, was able to catch-up with three young
hard charging boots. The old WO's attitude and physical fitness
became my personal challenge to excel which I did two
meritorious promotions Cpl. in 13 months and Buck Sergeant 5
months later. I sometimes wonder what ever happened to my two
marching buddies from Platoon 38 MCRD January 1953.
Charles H. Sillery Sgt. 1372722
1953-1961
Williamsburg,VA
Sobering Experience
Cpl A D Johnson asked in the last news letter --"Does anyone
ever remember observing a Marine being drummed out of the Corps?"
I did. I was in boot camp at MCRD in July of 64'. Our platoon
was at the laundry turning in our "fluff drys" when 3 other
platoons marched up and formed a 3 sided square on the adjacent
athletic field. We (plt. 242) were marched over to fill in the
4th side of the square, while some MPs and some officers in the
middle of the square read off charges against a rouge Asst. DI
who had stolen some money from his recruits. He had pilfered
their personal belongings while they were away from the company
area.
After charges were read I believe they stripped him of his
insignia and stripes, then he was marched to the front gate, MPs
holding his arms, and with two drummers drumming, while our
platoons marched along behind. At the front gate, he was pitched
out while we watched. What a sobering experience for a young
private.
Jim Evenson 2087791
64'-67' Chu Lai, Nam in 66'
1st Mar Div
Meeting the Pullers
In October 1968 I was a Hospital Corpsman 3rd Class and assigned
to the Medivac detail of the Admissions Office at the
Philadelphia Naval Hospital. I was on limited duty following
treatment for wounds received while assigned to the FMF in
Vietnam. I was awarded the Silver Star and Purple Heart as well
as a number of other decorations. It was felt that returning
wounded could relate to me as the first contact upon returning
to "The World".
I got a call that I was going to pick up a special medivac that
flying into Philadelphia International Airport vice McGuire AFB
in NJ. We were going to pick up the patient with an ambulance
at the nearby Naval Shipyard after a short helicopter flight. I
was not given the patient's name, but things starting getting
weird as dozens of people started to show up at the ambulance
dock who all wanted to go on the medivac. That did not happen.
The ambulance crew included the driver, me as attendant, and
the Chief of Amputee Services. When we met the chopper and when
I received the paperwork I realized that the patient was LT.
Lewis Burwell Puller Jr., USMC, Chesty's son. He was a double
leg amputee and lost fingers as well. His body was peppered
with shrapnel wounds over most of his body. I gathered the
information I needed and we talked about what to expect once
admitted and under treatment. The Doctor was asked by the LT if
he had a sense of humor, because he was going to need it. We
got him back to the hospital and up to his bed.
The next day I was working in the admissions office when I heard
from our walkup window someone ask if I was there. I walked to
the window and there stood an older man wearing a black and red
checkered flannel shirt and carrying a felt hat. He said, "I
want to thank you for taking care of my son yesterday". He then
stuffed a $20 bill in my jumper pocket. I took the bill out and
handed it back to him and said, "General, I can't take your
money. He looked at my "Fruit Salad" and said, "Doc, you looked
like you've earned it." He stuffed the bill back in my pocket
and walked away saying, "Thanks Doc".
The General never did completely reconcile with his sons
injuries. And the LT never did either. The General died October
11, 1971. LT Puller died by his own had on May 11, 1994. I had
met two very special people, but not the way I would have wanted
it. Semper Fi to both.
Philip L. "Doc" Stern
Chief Hospital Corpsman
1966-1986
It Came To Me
It's Zero-Dark-Thirty on 25 DEC 08.
I'm awake, as usual because (as Sgt. Grit's goodstuff says so
eloquently) "If it weren't for flashbacks I wouldn't have any
dreams."
The Confuser lights up, the Grit-O-Gram shows up, and I read.
First, Da Grit Hisself, pouring out his much-appreciated
message of love and hope for us all.
And then the video of Santa at Boot Camp.
And the In-Country Christmas Tree story ( instead of a candle,
we used a dab of Willie P for the light on top - didn't last as
long, but they saw it in Bethlehem - PA).
Each letter, each paragraph, each set of words-from-hearts
strung together in cohesive form began melting the Cardio-icecap
that made me a cynical oulde flatulent all year long.
I read on through to the button that says, "Wait! There's more!"
Of course, it was the means to tab into a fuller version of the
Grit-gram.
But as I stared at that "button" it came to me in near-blinding
flash: just as sure as there is a Chesty Puller - there IS
more!
There's more than just what mainstream media shoves down our
collective throats. I started to mentally list the positives
that touch my life. And as the list grew and grew, the Cardio-
ice melted and melted.
Until here I sit, with my head in that "little kid on Christmas
morning" state, thankful for everything our Corps stands for and
everything our Corps defends and bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
ready to face a new day and a new year!
Thank you to all of you who share your heart-felt tales in Da
Grit's heart-given website! Your writings (and Da Grit's
newsletter) are most Platonic: the newsletter/contents may be
play for y'all, but the positive effect it has is a tonic for
this oulde goat.
Merry 2009 Christmas, and Semper Fidelis!
Connely/R.
USMC, RVN, '66 - '68
Marble Mountain and Beyond
We were winning when I left!
FDC Bunker
You sat in FDC at the 11th Marines did you not?
That same night I sat in the FDC bunker at Lima 4-11 on Hill
55.....
Merry Christmas 'lo these so many years later.
stew
Wasn't Too Thrilled
Sgt Grit,
My father in law, Don Strange, told me a story a couple years
ago about when he was a corpsman with the 5th Marines out on the
West coast and they had to do a 150 mile hump. He wasn't too
thrilled about it because he was with 1st Marines a few months
before and had to do a 40 miler there. He said he thought the
Commanding Officer in charge of the 5th Marines felt challenged
to beat the 40 miler. Anyway, I just read it in your newsletter
and called him about it. He laughed about it and told me he got
no breaks as a corpsman on that hump, 50 minute hump, 10 minutes
running around taking care of his Marines, then back to humping,
he said he lost more than 15 pounds in those 5 days. Don retired
from the Navy after his 20 and has enjoyed life since. He has
some great stories about his corpsman days with the Marine
Corps, and some time in the South Pole, and time in UDT. I can
tell you this, he is just as hard charging now at 70 as he must
of been back in those days. Being that I was a pogue in the
Corps, he has a lot better stories to tell. My father, brother,
and cousin are all Former Marines also. Thanks for the great
newsletter, keep up the good work! MERRY CHRISTMAS!
SEMPER FI
Jack Knochel
USMC 87-92
Father
Richard(Dick) Knochel
USMC 57-60
Brother
Rich Knochel
USMC 85-89
Cousin
Bill Glester
USMC 87-93
36 Years Ago Today. Dec 21, 1972
I marched across the main side parade deck at Parris Island with
the rest of Platoon 3005, India Company, 3rd Recruit Training
Battalion and graduated a Marine. A day and an experience I'll
never forget.
Me and my parents on graduation day in the photo.
Take care and God bless,
Semper Fidelis,
Chris
Slow Cadence Beat
While stationed at MCAS El Toro, in the late 1950's, we had a
corporal in our squadron that was in the brig for adultery,
theft, awol, and other charges. One day we were assembled in 2
files with the squadron CO at the end and between the 2 ranks.
Two MP's escorted the corporal in question to the squadron CO
and the charges were read as were the findings of the Court
Martial which were Dishonorable Discharge.
At that time the CO stripped the prisoner of his rank, ordered
the entire squadron to do an "about face" and the prisoner was
marched past us with a drummer from Field Music drumming a slow
cadence beat. All this while we were faced AWAY from the
prisoner.
As I write this there are tears in my eyes, not for the prisoner
but because of the dishonor brought upon the Corps. As I see
it, years in the brig would be nothing compared to the humility
and disgrace brought upon by a "drumming out". If I did the
same, I would expect the same.
Semper Fi.
Sid Gerling
Sgt of Marines 1954 - 1962
Still Have Mine
In response to Bob Rader, Sgt 53-56 reference C-Rat can openers.
I was in Viet Nam from late 67 to early 69 and we were eating C-
Rats packed in 1943. Each case came with four (4) P-38 can
openers, also known as John Waynes. They worked, and still
work, good at opening cans, screwdrivers, small pry bars, etc.
And yes I STILL have mine on my key ring and use it often. It
has proven to be very handy over the years.
Ralph G. Schwartz, SSgt of Marines 67-77
3rd Plt, "C" Co. 1st Tks
Will You
Dear Sgt. Grit -
Reading your article about boot camp I discovered that you and
shared that experience during the same time period. I arrived
on the yellow footprints on the night of April 16th, 1968 and
was about six weeks along when you arrived.
I agree with you that our drill instructors "motivated and
inspired" us to do far more than we ever thought we were capable
of doing. My challenge was twofold, the 40-ft tower as I was
terrified of heights and the PFT run. When we got to the
obstacle course and came to the two 40-ft telephone poles with
single cross members between them, I was near the front of the
line but, let a few guys pass me to go 'up and over' the top,
trying to build up my courage to give it a try. One guy on the
left side looked at me and said he was afraid to go up then
looked at me and said, "if I go up there, will you climb with
me?" I accepted his challenge and about eight feet up, I said
I'll beat you to the top and the race was on. I never looked
down, just kept climbing and was almost surprised when I grabbed
the top cross member, swung my leg over and started the climb
back down the other side. The other guy was still two levels
below me and I waited for him to make it to the top and start
down before I continued. When we got to the ground I felt I had
accomplished something huge and had overcome my fear of heights
and that was very motivating.
I never developed a lot of endurance for running but, managed to
handle the PFT in time to pass. It was still a real struggle
for me over the next four years. I found that my boot camp
experience gave me the courage to do thing later in life I felt
were nearly impossible both physically and mentally. It also
instilled in me an attitude of "can-do" that helped shape me
into the person I am today.
Thanks for your story, Sgt. Grit and thanks for your great
newsletter!
Paul Cavnar
Sgt. of Marines '68-'74 MOS 2533
Plt. 180 MCRD, MAG-13 Comm, Chu Lai, RVN '69-'70
Cold Springs, Nevada
He Asked If
I can remember the one and only fleet CG inspection that I had
to stand while being stationed with the 2nd MarDiv in 88.
I had arrived at Lejeune a year earlier from Sea Duty off the
USS Iowa. I was lucky enough to have been onboard the ship
during the Statue of Liberty 100 year dedication anniversary in
86. During the weekend in NYC the ship was the platform that
Pres. and Mrs. Reagan used while cruising down the river for the
International Naval Review on the way to the statue.
After a very long day and well after the President had left, the
ship hosted a very large VIP party on the fantail. It was the
place to be, the Beach Boys performed, the Commandant Gen
Kelley, the CNO, the SecNav and celebrities from Hollywood and
NYC were there. During this ceremony I found what I thought was
a fairly quiet spot to snap some pictures and to drink a beer
that was available for the VIPs on the fan tail. While standing
there thinking what a scene this was someone with a very
distinctive voice snapped at me for not having my military
bearing, i.e. not noticing when a General Officer was near. It
was none other than LtGen Al Gray, then the FMFLant CG. He asked
if I would like for him to take my picture with Gen Kelley and
I'm thinking I am getting ready to be busted for not snapping
two and saluting. Well to make a long story short I end up
getting a picture with General Kelley, myself in the middle and
General Gray, all three with a beer in our hands just standing
around like old beer buddies from the block.
I took that photo had it made into a 8X10, then framed it. When
I reported to Camp Lejeune I sat it in my barracks room for all
to see and when it came time for my JOB the CG inspector a LtCol
comes in and sees it first thing. He looks and me and asks if
that is who he thinks it is and I reply "YESSIR, the Commandant
and former Commandant and myself sir". Without missing a beat or
even looking at anything he replies to the LT that was with him
that "this Marines JOB and room is outstanding" and they depart.
My roommate then looks at me and said "Thanks a lot, all that
work for nothing" Talk about gratitude, I know we both would
have passed with outstanding even if the inspector would of
searched...
Semper Fi,
Tom
Sgt of Marines 1984-1993
Walk Every Where
To Marines of 1956 to 1963, Colonel Schmuck, CO 5th Marines
loved to walk every where, I can't ever remember a ride. We
actually did 100 miles in 3 days with a big beer bust on what
was the 3rd day. I loved that, got snockered, I won 4 cases of
beer, rolled huge rock into the Gunny's pup tent and he could
not get it out. all his gear was under that bolder. I saw two
men drummed out of the Marines once at 5th Marines and once at
MCRD. I'm 70 now and would love that hike again Semper Fi Tom
G/2/5 1st Marines Reinforced FMF All The Way, and Gung Ho
We Marched Out
apparently cpl johnson was at pi the same time i was, two
recruits were given their sentence on the parade field, they
were from platoon 112, the platoon i was in, they were caught
smoking in the head. i believe they were the last to be
drummed to the brig. cpl johnsons # 1682330 is not far from mind
1695450, he may have been in the same barracks, i remember one
of the platoons had a di that loved to call for volunteers, he
was very short and enjoyed punching recruits in the gut. glad
not to be in that platoon. i remember the drive-in movie that we
finally got to go to, but someone screwed up and we marched out
before the movie started, there was benches in front of where
the cars would park, and that is where the recruits would watch
the movie.
pvt l.l. collins, semper fi
Adamant And Ungracious
Wonsan, North Korea, November 1950
When the First Marine Division landed at Wonsan, My squadron
(MGCIS-1) landed with them. We missed the Bob Hope Christmas
show going on, and headed into the hills to set up our Radars.
We provided air cover and air support and with MTACS-2, close
air support to the First Marine Division.
The Mud Marines immediately took after about five thousand North
Koreans, while we Airedale Marines set up our Radar sets and
went to work providing air cover for them. The North Koreans
wanted to get to boats, and escape north. The problem was we
(MGCIS-1) were between them and the beach. There were
approximately 100 of us, so the contest was about even between
us and the North Koreans. We were required to hold our own
positions as all Mud Marines were very busy. We set up our outer
perimeter some distance from the camp. The perimeter was in
thick pine trees and you could only see a few feet, especially
at night. We operated two men to a foxhole, with one man
constantly manning the field phone, so you only had to whisper
to be heard in any foxhole. We went on post with our M1's and
plenty of ammo, and six grenades, three Illuminators, and three
Frags. I would not call it cold there, but, while on watch you
could observe frost forming on your parka.
One night, while listening on the phone, post eight called post
seven and asked him if he had any Illuminators, as he had used
all of his. When post seven answered in the affirmative, post
eight requested post seven throw one down to post eight, but to
wait ten seconds as he was getting out of his foxhole (bad idea)
to be ready to shoot. Post seven, while wearing heavy mittens,
and after finding what felt like a smooth grenade, complied with
said request, (Frags are serrated, and illuminators are smooth).
The next thing I heard was a rather loud KaBang. Oops, that was
a Frag.
I listened intently to see if post eight had survived. Shortly
there was some heavy breathing on the phone, and then post eight
immediately began to cast some doubt as to post seven's
intelligence (or lack, there of) also some terrible things about
his ancestry, and the fact his parents were unwed! I was
terribly shocked to hear such language from a Marine!
Post seven apologized profusely, and even offered to throw
another grenade (an Illuminator, hopefully). Post eight was
adamant and ungracious in refusing this generous offer, and even
had the audacity to suggest what post seven could do with the
remainder of his grenades. I may be wrong, but I don't think
even a Marine can do that. Well, maybe a couple of Marine MP's I
knew!
Jim Reed
S/Sgt USMC MGCIS-1, 1948-1952
VMF (AW) 214 "Black Sheep" 55-56
While Hanging
August 1960. Platoon 374, Parris Island. Our junior Drill
Instructor, Sgt. Wright caught me and Boneyard, (they called him
Boneyard because he was so skinny - all knees and elbows),
slapping each other around a little down at the end of the squad
bay just before taps. Anyway, he called us both up to the pull-
up bar where we had to hang while he did a little slapping on us
himself. Did I mention that Sgt. Wright had been all Marine
heavy-weight boxing champ of 1956? While hanging there, and
being worked over, we had to recite the following poem at the
top of our lungs (of course):
"Beautiful Beaufort by The Sea"
"I am a S---bird From The Yemasee"
I've been a big poetry fan ever since.
Norm Spilleth
Cpl. E-4
Could Not Imagine
Cpl A. D. Johnson asked if anyone remembers anyone being drummed
out of the Corps. I was a young PFC in 1962 and had just checked
into HQ CO 6th Marines communications. I had been there a couple
of days when we were told to fall out in front of the barracks.
I remember being in the 1st squad and facing the CO. and senior
staff NCO's.
After standing at parade rest for some time I remember that 2
MP's were escorting a hand cuffed prisoner from the direction of
the brig.
they stopped the prisoner in front of the company area and he
was facing us. The court martial decision was read as follows, 6
months in the brig, reduction to private with all pay and
allowances lost and a dishonorable discharge. He was stripped of
his rank.
At that point we were given the command to come to attention and
commanded to about face. Once our backs were turned toward the
private he was marched off by the MP's and that was the last we
saw of him.
I remember thinking that his life was about over because back
then a mans military record was checked by prospective employers
and anything less than honorable conditions was frowned upon.
I also thought that it must have been awful for this person to
have his company turn their backs on him and shun him as a
Marine.
I do not remember the charges against him just the events
surrounding this discharge. I just could not imagine having the
title Marine stripped from me.
Semper Fi
Jim Barr (Marine for life)
Chilling Experience
Ref. Cpl Johnson's "Without Warning" News letter fm-12/18/08
I was pulling mess duty at Marine Barracks, Norfolk VA. Sometime
in February of 1962. (We had 2 weeks before going to RMA School
and 2 weeks after graduation) I was taking a break and was on
the second floor where the mess personnel were quartered.
One of the guys yelled for us to come to the window and see this
S&#t. It was some SOB being drummed out of the Corps. As usual
it was a cold drizzle of a rain type of day. There was a squad
of Marines in a line an OIC and 1 drummer all waiting for the
prisoner to be marched out. At the OIC's command the drummer
began a one stick cadence and from our right came the prisoner
with 2 chasers. The Chasers marched and the prisoner walked /
swaggered to the front of the OIC. The OIC then read the charges
(we couldn't hear what they were and never found out) and the
punishment---he had spent about 6 months in the brig as his
case was being appealed (and of course lost). The OIC then
stepped closer to the prisoner and ripped off buttons, EGA and
any other identifying items from his uniform stepped back gave
the command for the squad to do and about face the chasers and
prisoner to do a left face (the direction to the back gate.) and
marched / walked to the gate and the chasers took what looked
like about a dozen steps through the gate and very
unceremoniously threw his sea bag at him did an about face and
returned to the barracks.
We never did find out what the guy did but we all said that was
the last thing any of us would ever want to happen to any of us.
We did hear later that we had witnessed what was supposed to the
"The Last" Drumming out. Don't know if they were talking about
the Marine Barracks or the Corps.
That was with out a doubt the most chilling experience I had
ever encountered not only in the Corps but to date---and I don't
mean the weather either.
Semper Fi.
Henry H. Hight, Cpl 1961-1965 (and for ever)
2533.
Customs and traditions
Unclassified//
Almar 052/08
MSGID/GenAdmin/CMC Washington DC CMC//
Subj/Customs and Traditions//
Ref/a/desc:doc/cmc Washington DC/05May2003// AMPN/ref a is MCO
p5060.20, Marine corps drill and ceremonies manual.//
Gentext/remarks/
1. This Almar reinforces the importance of our customs and
traditions and amplifies the provisions of the reference for
Rendering salutes and honors to the national flag; the proper
conduct of the Marine corps birthday cake cutting ceremony; and
The playing of the Marines' hymn.
2. Customs and traditions provide a link to the past; they bond
Marines who have gone before with Marines who will carry the
Torch through the future. Any loss of tradition or improper
observation of custom blurs our identity and weakens us as an
Institution. Through the faithful adherence by commanders and
each individual Marine, we preserve our identity and reputation
As a unique and elite fighting organization.
3. Saluting. A recent change to the law has authorized active
duty and retired service members to salute the national Colors,
whether covered or uncovered, indoors or out. By custom and
tradition, Marines do not render the hand salute when Out of
uniform or when uncovered. Let there be no confusion; that has
not changed. During the playing of the national Anthem, or the
raising, lowering, or passing of the national flag, Marines will
continue to follow naval traditions and the Policy / procedures
contained in reference (a). Specifically, Marines not in uniform
will face the flag, stand at attention, And place the right hand
over the heart. If covered, Marines not in uniform will remove
their headgear with the right hand And place their right hand
over their heart. When the flag is not present, Marines will
act in the same manner while facing In the direction of the
music. In cases such as indoor ceremonies, when Marines are in
uniform and uncovered, they will face The flag, or the direction
of the music when the flag is not present, and stand at
attention.
4. The Marine corps birthday cake cutting ceremony. The Marine
corps birthday cake cutting ceremony is one of our Time-honored
traditions in garrison, in the field, and in combat. One of the
most important elements of the ceremony is the Traditional
recognition of the oldest and youngest Marines present. To
clarify the language in reference (a), the commander Cuts the
cake and hands the first piece to the guest of honor. Then the
commander hands the second piece of cake to the Oldest Marine
present as a sign of honor and respect to experience and
seniority. After taking a bite, the oldest Marine Passes the
second piece of cake, and a clean fork, directly to the youngest
Marine present; this action symbolizes the Passing of wisdom,
knowledge, and experience, as well as trust and confidence in
those who will continue to carry on our Marine corps traditions.
5. Playing of the Marines' hymn. The Marines' hymn is the
official hymn of the Marine corps. It is the song of praise to
Our institution and the lyrics are a direct tribute to our
warfighting culture. By custom and tradition, the Marines' hymn
Is the last song played at ceremonies and gatherings of Marines.
Although the reference allows for the playing of special Music
requests before the Marines' hymn, such as "anchor's aweigh,"
this is by exception and at the discretion of the local
Commander.
6. One of our hallmarks as Marines is that we are as good on
parade as we are in the attack. Our sharp appearance - in and
Out of uniform - and our success in battle are two important
parts of our identity. We take pride in our traditions, and
Their uniform application, wherever Marines are assigned.
7. Semper fidelis,
James t. Conway,
General, U.S. Marine Corps,
Commandant of the Marine Corps.
The Poor SOB
The "Drumming Out" ceremony mentioned in the last newsletter was
truly a most traumatic experience to witness - I was a witness
to one in 1961, Camp Hauge, Okinawa - anybody else out there
remember seeing this event, believe it was in the early spring?
I don't know what the poor SOB did but it really made those of
us there think hard about our behavior! Also looking for
anyone who may have played on the Marine Football teams in the
fall of 1961. Several of us from the "Royals" team keep in
touch and get together whenever possible. We are always looking
for more members to join our reunions.
Semper Fi and Happy Holidays!
Corporal Martin Johnson, USMC 1960-66
Glow In The Dark Boots
Dear Sgt. Grit,
While going through Avionics training at NAS Memphis way back
when, my duty section happened to catch the duty on a 3-day
weekend.
Being restricted to base and with not much else to do between
musters, I set about stripping my boots down to bare leather.
Then with a new, big can of polish, a lighter and an old Tee -
shirt I settled into whatever movie was playing in the rec room.
3 days and a WHOLE can of polish later I possessed a pair of
chloroformed (sp?) boots ready for Friday's inspection. When
Friday arrived I carried my prize to class in a paper bag, then
when inspection time came, I changed into them and "duck -
walked" out to the common area.
My fellow Marines instantly noticed these glow in the dark boots
and refused to stand next to me as we were forming up.
The GySgt. in charge of the school was conducting the inspection
personally that AM. and when he looked over to see what the
commotion was about. He called us to attention and from 15 ft
away he looked me from the top on down- when he got to my feet
his eyes visibly widened and he pointed at me and exclaimed,
"give that man an outstanding"!
As luck would have it, this was the magic # 3 for me, exempting
me from inspection the rest of my time at Memphis, making all
that work well worth it!
And by the way, I STILL have that pair of boots!
Semper Fi
Tyler Therrien Cpl. USMC EAS 7/87
Reunion Plt 109, 1965
Hi Sarge:
MarDet USS America CVA-66
Beaufort, SC
April 16-19, 2009
Contact: Les Holzmann, 908-642-4463, lesholzmann (at)
verizon.net, Plt 109, 1965.
Going back to where it all began. Semper Fi!
Thanks, and Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Les Holzmann
LCpl USMC 1965-1968
PS: The Newsletters continue to be outstanding!
I'm Disappointed
Dear Sgt Grit;
Someone once told me to never write a letter when you were
"steamed". In retrospect I think I'm more disappointed.
I just finished your Christmas letter, and I'm disappointed that
no one even mentioned our injured and wounded warriors
recuperating and being rehabilitated in the Wounded Warrior
Battalions on the East and West coast right now.
Shortly before Thanksgiving, my daughter said " we have so much
and no one in the family really needs anything for Christmas
anyhow". She asked me to see what I could do about finding a
deserving family to adopt for Christmas. Using this tract, I
contacted the Wounded Warrior Battalion at Camp Pendleton. After
several false starts, the family resources office came up with a
family to adopt. My family pooled the money that we would have
spent on needless gifts and provided a nice Christmas for a
deserving family. Enough about that.
On the day my wife and I delivered Christmas for this Marine, I
had a chance to observe and talk with several of the men
assigned to the WW program. Every Marine assigned to this
program has been wounded or injured in Iraq or Afghanistan. Even
these men are recovering from injuries they are still AJ Squared
away and high and tight and are still treated like Marines. One
I even observed was blind and didn't want help to get around, he
still had his independent air. As a crusty old Gunnery Sergeant
I was moved with emotion and filled with admiration at the same
time.
When I tried to talk to them about Iraq, they want to talk about
Viet Nam. When I said you guys really had it tough, they said
Viet Nam must have been harder. They look back at what we and
our forbearers from WWII, Korea, and Viet Nam did and want to
uphold the traditions and heritage of the Corps.
I must say after my visit and on the way home I told my wife I
wish we could have done more, and I made a personal vow to use
my contacts and do more next year.
I would like to issue a challenge to every former, retired, ex
Marine or whatever you call yourself, that reads this forum to
do something for our wounded and injured Marines. You can find
information on the Wounded Warriors online use Google or any
other search engine. Marines from my era were imbedded with
"Gung Ho".. work together. Come on Marines lets work together
and get something big going......
Anyone that wants more information can contact me at
oldgunny54 [at] yahoo.com.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Semper Fi
Jerry R. Hattox
GySgt USMC (Ret)
Where Was My War
Being a former active duty Marine, 1988-1992( should have stayed
in longer, regret everyday from getting out after 4 years, and
hearing about my brothers fighting and getting killed in the
desert that we chewed on during operation desert shield/storm).
My best Christmas was sitting in the desert of Saudi with my
fellow jarheads praying for a chance to kick some Iraqi as$, but
the air war got to do all that, Americas bulldogs did not get to
be taken off our chains, Where was my war my Marine Corps
promised me? God bless our country and God bless our Corps,
Remember Semper Fi my fellow Devil Dogs, oohraa .
CPL."HUNGLO" GRAVETTE USMC 88-92
In Our Family
Thanks for the memories; I can remember my wife of 44 years that
died Dec 15,2008 from double lung cancer. She was the "real
Marine" in our family. I left her in "66 & 69" for tours in RVN
and a year at in WPac aboard the USS Coral Sea. As I remember
the reunions and her death, I thank God for those 44 years and
those who serve in our armed forces, Merry Christmas! David L.
Sotelo Master Sergeant USMC(Ret)
Dining Facility
Hi Sgt Grit, I served in the Corps from 1983 - 1991. The
majority of the time that I spent in the Corps I worked at
recruit chowhalls. My first duty assignment was at Messhall #569
at MCRD San Diego and my final was at Edson Range Dining
Facility (notice how the terminology changed through the years).
I really enjoyed my time in the Marines and was privileged to
meet some of the finest people on the planet. I just want to
give honor to those who have had such a positive influence on my
life; SgtMaj Harvey (Okinawa 86-87), 1stSgt. Rudy Reyes (Edson
Range 88-91), GySgt. Scott Ottesen (still serving), Sgt. Whiting
1st MarDiv (Camp Pendleton 87-88). Thanks to all who have
served, to all who are still serving and to all of our future
Marines! Service in the Corps is an experience to always be
proud of - treasure the memories.
Sgt. Dawn Saunders
Michigan
For A Magical Moment
For some time now I have listened to some real, some contrived
stories from fellow Jarheads re anything under the son worth
b.s. ing about. I especially love the Christmas Stories. I can
remember a few special ones I spent in Nam with 2/7 ,1st Mar
Div. One of my fondest memories was of Christmas 1968 at An Hoa
combat base. "Someone" rigged the officers shi--er with a CS
grenade. Of course some commissioned type took the bait and we
had some tremendous laughs at his expense. The second great
memory was a pyrotechnic display, flares, pop ups, etc. that
rivaled if not topped anything a southerner like myself has ever
see. Of course there was a Christmas cease-fire, but we still
had the d*mned day patrols and night ambushes. But for just a
few brief moments, we ceased to be hardened warriors and were
able to be the teenagers we really were.
One of my fondest memories was Christmas 1969. LAX(airport). It
wasn't a particularly popular time for us returning, "Baby
Killers". But one special woman, asked me to keep her company in
the airport lounge, treated me like a long lost love and gave me
a tremendous hug and kiss and told me how much she appreciated
me as we departed company. I never did ask her name, nor she
mine. But for a magical moment the war was far behind me and I
felt proud to wear the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor.
Carl Raines, Sr.
Sgt. USMC,
proud father of L/Cpl. Carl L. Raines II,
KIa 10-06-05,Al Qaim, Iraq
Gunny" Lou LeGarie
Dear Sgt Grit,
I read over the info submitted by Frank Morelli in regards to
ole Chief Lou LeGarie at FMSS, in DelMar. I had the good
pleasure to serve as a corpsman with 2nd Bn 5th Marines in 66
and 67 in Vietnam from Hill 69 An Ton Bridge at Chu Lai, to the
DMZ, and then to An Hoa where 2/5 relieved 3/9 after Operation
Mississippi. "Gunny" Lou LeGarie came to 2/5 after leaving the
states and served in 67 at An Hoa and then on to Phu Bai and Hue
during Tet 68. I had the good fortune to know Lou then as he
taught me the grunt way to do things. He was a motivator of FMF
corpsmen and had lots of experience as he was a China Marine,
served in WWII, wounded twice in Korea during the Chosin battle
and march to the sea, and then in Vietnam. Because he took time
to teach me so many things, I decided to make a career of the
navy, and finally retired after 32 years with 28 of those years
serving with or supporting various Marine units. Lou is retired
and living in Menlo Park, CA near Stanford University. Guess
he's close enough to give knowledge to the true sand crab
civilians.
I speak with him several times a week and he's still going
strong. He invited me to be his guest at the Chosin Few reunion
banquet in August at Crystal City, VA. He and I spent a few
minutes telling sea stories with Senator Jim Webb of Va (he was
the guest speaker) and he's a 1/5 Marine who received the Navy
Cross, Silver Star, 2 Bronze Stars and 2 Purple Hearts during
duty in Vietnam. We shared some of the same dirt out near Phu
Loc 6 and Liberty Bridge op area. We spoke of Corpsman David Ray
who was awarded the Medal of Honor (KIA with D Bat, 2/11) at Phu
Loc 6 when the compound was overrun in Mar 69. Lou is a walking
legacy and a legend within the Marine Corps. He managed the club
system at K-Bay, Hawaii and the Marines named the "Legarie Room"
in his honor at the "O" club. He enjoys the camaraderie of
several past USMC Commandants and numerous senior general
officers in the Corps. I am extremely proud to know Lou and
count him among my closest friends.
Roger Ware
Hotel, 2/5 Vietnam 66/67
HAL(3) Binh Thuy, 71/72 Vietnam
There Was Something
Thanks for your Christmas memories. I enjoyed them.
My thoughts centered on being on watch or having the duty. It
seemed like the brown baggers always got off while single guys
were on the watch list. It happened year after year until I
became resentful. However, as more years ticked by, I began to
enjoy it. There was something about having the duty and making
sure that everything was quiet that was satisfying... I think
those Christmases brought home what we are about...
That is, doing the duty, walking a post, being Sergeant of the
Guard gives a satisfaction a civilian can not know like a Marine
knows when he is sure his bunch and their dependents were
together, safe and happy.
Semper Fi!
Gallagher Rule 643721/053072
You Didn't Eat
To Bob Rader Sgt 53-56
Regarding the c-rat opener. Yes it was one thing that you kept.
If you didn't have it you didn't eat. I still have mine on my
key chain with an original dog tag.
G.G. GREENE
It reads US 62
4 butts in a pack. Usually Lucky Strikes with a green circle and
not a red one on it. Remember the package with the 2 chicklets
in it?
Dick Sullivan USA 59-67 VN 66-67
Rendition of "Twas the Night before Christmas" done by 26th
MEU
Youtube video
Improvise, adapt, overcome!
What Did We Do To Deserve This?
Below the Manchurian boarder, Korea is the spot
We are doomed to spend our lives in a place God forgot
Through the paddies with our weapons, digging foxholes with a pick
Doing the work of a gosh darn Mule, to d*mm tried to kick
We sweat, we swear, we freeze, it is more than we can stand
We are really not convicts, we are defenders of our land
We are the troops of The Corps, earning our measly pay
Guarding our Country's millions, for a lousy $ 4 a day
Living with our memories, wanting to see our best girl
Hoping to see her, before she marries our best pal
Nobody knows we are living, nobody gives a d*mm
Back home we are soon forgotten, as the nephews of Uncle Sam
When we climb that final mountain, right up to that Golden Bell,
St. Peter will say, "Welcome MarineS you served your time in h&ll!"
MGYSGT. Ralph E. Hoffman (Retired)
D-2-1, KOREA 15 SEPT, 1950 - 11 JULY 1951
Army Artillery
In late 1966, 2 Army artillery battalions were sent to the DMZ
to be attached to the 3rd Marine Division's 12th Regiment. My
unit was the 1st Battalion 40th Artillery composed of 105mm
SP's. The other unit was the 2nd Battalion 94th Artillery
composed of 175mm SP's. The 1/40's base camp was at Dong Ha and
we rotated the firing Batteries between Dong Ha, the Rockpile,
and Gio Linh. The 2/94 was based at Camp Carroll. I was an
artillery surveyor and was all over the DMZ and was at the ammo
dump September 3, 1967 when the ammo dump was hit by NVA
artillery.
One of the things I love to do is harass Marines who were there
in 1966 and 1967. The average Marine didn't know that a couple
of Army artillery units were there firing in support. I've had
several Marine's get upset with me saying that I was at the DMZ
those years, but when I start naming places, Dong Ha, Cam Lo,
Con Thien, Gio Linh, Ca Lu you can see the change in there
attitude about my comments.
I am so proud that we were sent to the DMZ to support the 3rd
Mar Div. We received the Navy Presidential Unit Citation for
the very period I was there in recognition of our actions, and
we saw a lot of it.
Mike Bateman
Pecked Checks
Brings back memories of Christmas' past.
One last one in the Corps was in December '55.
We left Yokosuka Japan headed Stateside on a USTS transport. We
had a lot of bets on arrival by Christmas. Considering the time
it took to get to Yokohama on the way over, most felt we
wouldn't make it.
We knew we were in trouble when the Red Cross Christmas presents
were delivered after 14 days out.
I think all involved with the ship poured on the coal because we
went under the Golden Gate bridge on Dec.22.
They rushed us through Treasure Island. Pecker checks, pay,
leave time, new orders, travel arrangements etc. Amazing what
the Military can do when all want to get home for Christmas.
Got home Christmas eve afternoon. Surprised my Mother. Great
Christmas.
Sgt. Jack Gross '53-'56
Uniform Of The Day
While serving with L/3/5 in 1961, one guy from our battalion was
drummed out for stealing money from fellow Marines. Not a good
thing to watch. The company was formed, the thief was brought
out in front of the formation. The uniform of the day was
winter Class A greens with p!sscutter. All buttons, rank
insignias were cut of the blouse, EGA was taken of his
p!sscutter. The company was brought to attention, command for
About Face was given, the guy was taken to a jeep and deposited
at the Main Gate, Camp Pendleton.
In the 1960's, the uniforms that we were issued were: Winter
Class A, Summer Class A, Summer khaki and utilities. Covers
were: p!sscutters in khaki, Summer Class A, Winter Class A. We
were also issued barracks covers with Summer Class A and Winter
Class covers and utility covers. Also had shirts in khaki and
Summer Class A, short and long sleeve. You had to buy your
blues unless sea duty or embassy. Don't know about guys serving
in Marine Barracks.
Frank D Briceno
Down to One Marine
On Nov. 15, 2003, an 85-year-old retired Marine Corps colonel
died of congestive heart failure at his home in La Quinta,
Calif., southeast of Palm Springs.
He was a combat veteran of World War II. Reason enough to honor
him. But this Marine was a little different. This Marine was
Mitchell Paige.
It's hard today to envision -- or, for the dwindling few, to
remember -- what the world looked like on Oct. 26, 1942.
The U.S. Navy was not the most powerful fighting force in the
Pacific. Not by a long shot. So the Navy basically dumped a few
thousand lonely American Marines on the20beach on Guadalcanal
and high-tailed it out of there.
You Navy guys can hold those letters. Of course Nimitz, Fletcher
and Halsey had to ration what few ships they had. I've written
separately about the way Bull Halsey rolled the dice on the
night of Nov. 13, 1942, violating the stern War College edict
against committing capital ships in restricted waters and
instead dispatching into the Slot his last two remaining fast
battleships, the South Dakota and the Washington, escorted by
the only four destroyers with enough fuel in their bunkers to
get them there and back.
Those American destroyer captains need not have worried about
carrying enough fuel to get home. By 11 p.m., outnumbered better
than three- to-one by a massive Japanese task force driving down
from the northwest, every one of those four American destroyers
had been shot up, sunk, or set aflame. And while the South
Dakota -- known throughout the fleet as a jinx ship -- had
damaged some lesser Japanese vessels, she continued to be
plagued with electrical and fire control problems.
"Washington was now the only intact ship left in the force,"
writes naval historian David Lippman. "In fact, at that moment
Washington was the entire U.S. Pacific Fleet. She was the only
barrier between (Admiral) Kondo's ships and Guadalcanal. If this
one ship did not stop 14 Japanese ships right then and there,
America might lose the war. ..."
On Washington's bridge, Lieutenant Ray Hunter had the conn. He
had just seen the destroyers Walke and Preston "blown sky
high." Dead ahead lay their burning wreckage. Hundreds of men
were swimming in the water and the Japanese ships racing in.
"Hunter had to do something. The course he took now could decide
the war," Lippman writes. "'Come left,' he said. ...
Washington's rudder change put the burning destroyers between
her and the enemy, preventing her from being silhouetted by
their fires.
"The move made the Japanese momentarily cease fire. Lacking
radar, they could not spot Washington behind the fires. ..."
Washington raced through burning seas. Dozens of destroyer men
were in the water clinging to floating wreckage. "Get after
them, Washington!" one shouted.
Sacrificing their ships by maneuvering into the path of
torpedoes intended for the Washington, the captains of the
American destroyers had given China Lee one final chance.
Blinded by the smoke and flames, the Japanese battleship
Kirishima turned on her searchlights, illuminating the helpless
South Dakota, and opened fire. Finally, as her own muzzle blasts
illuminated her in the darkness, Admiral Lee and Captain Glenn
Davis could positively identify an enemy target.
The Washington's main batteries opened fire at 12 midnight
precisely. Her radar fire control system functioned perfectly.
During the first seven minutes of Nov. 14, 1942, the "last ship
in the U.S. Pacific Fleet" fired 75 of her 16-inch shells at the
battleship Kirishima. Aboard Kirishima, it rained steel. At 3:25
a.m., her burning hulk officially became the first enemy sunk by
an American battleship since the Spanish-American War. Stunned,
the Japanese withdrew. Within days, Japanese commander Isoroku
Yamamoto recommended the unthinkable to the emperor --
withdrawal from Guadalcanal.
But that was still weeks in the future. We were still with
Mitchell Paige back on the god-forsaken malarial jungle island
of Guadalcanal, placed like a speed bump at the end of the long
blue-water slot between New Guinea and the Bismarck Archipelago
... the very route the Japanese Navy would have to take to reach
Australia.
On Guadalcanal the Marines struggled to complete an airfield.
Yamamoto knew what that meant. No effort would be spared to
dislodge these upstart Yanks from a position that could endanger
his ships. Before long, relentless Japanese counterattacks had
driven supporting U.S. Navy from inshore waters. The Marines
were on their own.
As Platoon Sgt. Mitchell Paige and his 33 riflemen set about
carefully emplacing their four water-cooled .30-caliber
Brownings, manning their section of the thin khaki line which
was expected to defend Henderson Field against the assault of
the night of Oct. 25, 1942, it's unlikely anyone thought they
were about to provide the definitive answer to that most
desperate of questions: How many able-bodied U.S. Marines does
it take to hold a hill against 2,000 desperate and motivated
attackers?
Nor did the commanders of the mighty Japanese Army, who had
swept all before them for decades, expect their advance to be
halted on some God- forsaken jungle ridge manned by one thin
line of Yanks in khaki in October of 1942.
But by the time the night was over, "The 29th (Japanese)
Infantry Regiment has lost 553 killed or missing and 479 wounded
among its 2,554 men," historian Lippman reports. "The 16th
(Japanese) Regiment's losses are uncounted, but the 164th's
burial parties handled 975 Japanese bodies. .... The American
estimate of 2,200 Japanese dead is probably too low."
You've already figured out where the Japanese focused their
attack, haven't you? Among the 90 American dead and seriously
wounded that night were all the men in Mitchell Paige's platoon.
Every one. As the night of endless attacks wore on, Paige moved
up and down his line, pulling his dead and wounded comrades back
into their foxholes and firing a few bursts from each of the
four Brownings in turn, convincing the Japanese forces down the
hill that the positions were still manned.
The citation for Paige's Congressional Medal of Honor picks up
the tale: "When the enemy broke through the line directly in
front of his position, P/Sgt. Paige, commanding a machinegun
section with fearless determination, continued to direct the
fire of his gunners until all his men were either killed or
wounded. Alone, against the deadly hail of Japanese shells, he
fought with his gun and when it was destroyed, took over
another, moving from gun to gun, never ceasing his withering
fire."
In the end, Sgt. Paige picked up the last of the 40-pound, belt-
fed Brownings -- the same design which John Moses Browning
famously fired for a continuous 25 minutes until it ran out of
ammunition, glowing cherry red, at its first U.S. Army trial --
and did something for which the weapon was never designed. Sgt.
Paige walked down the hill toward the place where he could hear
the last Japanese survivors rallying to move around his flank,
the belt-fed gun cradled under his arm, firing as he went.
And the weapon did not fail.
Coming up at dawn, battalion executive officer Major Odell M.
Conoley was first to discover the answer to our question: How
many able-bodied Marines does it take to hold a hill against two
regiments of motivated, combat-hardened infantrymen who have
never known defeat?
On a hill where the bodies were piled like cordwood, Mitchell
Paige alone sat upright behind his 30-caliber Browning, waiting
to see what the dawn would bring.
One hill: one Marine.
But "In the early morning light, the enemy could be seen a few
yards off, and vapor from the barrels of their machine guns was
clearly visible," reports historian Lippman. "It was decided to
try to rush the position."
For the task, Major Conoley gathered together "three enlisted
communication personnel, several riflemen, a few company runners
who were at the point, together with a cook and a few messmen
who had brought food to the position the evening before."
Joined by Paige, this ad hoc force of 17 Marines counterattacked
at 5:40 a.m., discovering that "the extremely short range
allowed the optimum use of grenades." They cleared the ridge.
And that's where the unstoppable wave of Japanese conquest
finally crested, broke, and began to recede. On an unnamed
jungle ridge on an insignificant island no one had ever heard
of, called Guadalcanal.
But who remembers, today, how close-run a thing it was -- the
ridge held by a single Marine, in the autumn of 1942?
When the Hasbro Toy Co. called some years back, asking
permission to put the retired colonel's face on some kid's doll,
Mitchell Paige thought they must be joking.
But they weren't. That's his mug, on the little Marine they call
"G.I. Joe."
And now you know.
9am Mass
Rockets into the compound while up at LZ Stud I was assigned to
LZ stud with my platoon as a squad leader when one day while
waiting in the chow line - we got hit with rockets. I ran into
my very small (apr 68') hole/bunker to get safe. I kept hearing
explosions but stayed in my hole all the while looking at the
very small cross that glowed in the dark. This was just sent to
me' by my pastor and was hanging up inside since its arrival.
That day I prayed that If I ever make it out of here - I would
become a lot closer to GOD. After getting home that year - 2/69
I went into St.Rita's church and asked how can I become
catholic. Thanks to Father O'Sullivan for his lectures and time.
Today I am a practicing catholic with my family and a perm
fixture at the 9am mass.
Semper Fi
Gene Spanos
11th Engr Bn Vietnam 2/68-2/69
Charlie Co.
Back Alley
I noticed you had the rules for "Back Alley"...I have not found
anyone other than Marines who knew how to play this...in '68 as
a boot Pfc. I "had" to learn the game one Saturday morning while
I was with 2nd 155's, 2nd FAG. Seemed like everyone in the unit
was a VN vet except for about 5 or 6 of us...anyway it took a
little yelling at and other learning aids but I got it. It's
been a long time since I played and it's a little foggy...seems
like we had variants to it...but memory(?). Next was "Captain,
ship and crew"...I found the rules...even a commercial game
set...this we played in the bars with a "rake" for the juke
box...always wondered if she put it all in the d*mn
thing(?)...we did have variants of this (by the established
rules) and today I use the "rake" to go to "Davy Jones'
locker"...first person to get 5 or 10 wins gets the "locker".
Ray Dover, GySgt(Ret), 68-88
Short Rounds
Sgt Grit: I was in Vietnam, DaNang 1968-1969 probably in the
same area as you. 1st Marine Air Wing. As you can see I obtained
an AKA just as you did from my time in the Corps. If you want to
get together and talk about it I am OK with the idea.
Semper Fi
Ken Perry AKA Sgt Turtle
Hey Sarge, You are still doing one h&ll of a job with this
newsletter. "Old Corps, New Corps," it's still "OUR CORPS" And
you maintain the "Spirit" of the Corps.....Semper Fi
Old Geezer Corps! jv.
Great Christmas Commercial - Toys for Tots (Youtube Video)
Too all the former members of the 7th Comm. Bn., who landed on
the beach and set up our elegant homes, thanks to Weyerhaeuser
and the SeaBees , across the road from the 1st Marine Division,
during that wonderful tour in 1966-67, I wish you and yours a
very merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, from an old 2533..
Sgt. Rock..
aka Sgt. Howard Morris
7th Comm. Bn. USMC
Hi
I ordered a new collar and dog tag for my dog. You see, she is
a beautiful pit bull and so many of my dearest friends were or
are Marines. I grew up in the Viet Nam era and I am in law
enforcement. I named my new puppy Semper Fi to honor all fallen
heroes that I know who were loyal, trustworthy and dedicated to
our country. She proudly displays your collar and new dog tag.
Ooorah! from Semper fi and Jamie
Sgt. Grit,
I thought I died and went to H&ll when the first Marine got on
that bus at MCRD. But like all of you I made it and would fight
and die for this country and the Corps. Have a Merry Christmas
and great New Year. You and your staff are doing a great job
taking care of our Marine items so keep it up and Semper Fi.
Peter Wojciechowski Sgt. USMC 53/56
Sgt. Grit,
This has been going thru my Jarhead since I started receiving
your letter.
We have been, and will always be, United States
Marines.......................
Sgt. T. Petersen 1967-
As the holiday season is upon us, we completely understand why
we our so dedicated to the Corps, country and god. May everyone
be safe this holiday season. Season greeting from me to you.
Semper Fi
SSgt Conley, K (medically retired)
(a way of life)
As a wife of a Marine, Vietnam, 1964-1967, Force Recon, and who
also served nearly 40 years in NYPD, I could not be prouder of
the legacy and pride that Marines and their families hold.
Semper Fi!
Elena Estavillo
I don't dodge bullets anymore. But dodging civys can be more
scary
Robert Williams
Joe Cobos
MSgt USMCRet.
Being a U.S. Marine isn't everything...it's the ONLY thing.
"I came into this world kicking and screaming while covered in
someone else's blood and I have no problem with going out the
same way."
Sgt. Grit,
I hope you can help me out with a question. How long have the
yellow footprints been in use? I went to the internet and
couldn't find an answer there, so I thought I would ask you.
Also, I set my feet on them at MCRDSD on Sept. 25, 1963.
Semper Fi,
Orlando La Rosa
2059984, 1371-2111
Nam-Aug. 65 - Aug. 66
During this Holiday Season,
We, who have answered our country's call
echo the words on a Vietnam Memorial I read and wish...
To those who died, Honor and Eternal Rest
To those still in bondage,
Remembrance and Hope
To those who returned, Gratitude and Peace.
Happy New Year
Semper Fi
Welcome Home Marine, Job Well Done!
Sgt Grit
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Stories, Boot Camp and other things that "only a Marine might
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