Here are a few pictures from the Med float we did in the 1984. We (Lima 3/8) did a joint operation with the Norwegian Home Guard before we landed back in Beirut to relieve 2/8. It was a cold-weather operation so to prepare us for the operation we went up to Camp Ripley Minnesota. And let me tell you it was cold as a witch’s… well, I’ll leave that to the imagination of the readers. Anyway, most of us b-tched and complained (as usual) thinking that there was no way the cold of Minnesota could ever prepare us for the cold of Norway. Well, as usual again we were stupid aszes for thinking that someone above our dumb aszes did not know a thing or two about proper training and had been through one or two rodeos before. Norway’s cold and snow was NOTHING compared to Camp Ripley and Minnesota! We were well prepared to say the least.
Several stories have been posted recently about the Stoner rifles. Here’s a little more info:
Eugene Stoner developed this rifle, and it had several variations. Most notably, the M16. He was the father of the M16. To fully understand the development and Vietnam problems with the M16, read the book “The Black Rifle”, it’s very informative. I met him once while working for Colt Firearms in the early 90’s. He was also a WWII USMC Veteran.
I served with Maintenance Co. 3rd Service Bn. I saw John Wayne there in 1965. He stopped to talk with us there. He was riding in a Jeep with two MPs in the back. Mr. Wayne stood up from his seat and told all of us we were all doing a great job and to get back home safe. He stood there in that jeep and he looked so tall. Our Hero.
The Gun Club, assembled in the gulch. (Actually, 106RR or “BAT” Platoon (Battalion Anti-Tank) and Flame Platoon, combined)… H&S 2/1/9 in the Northern Training Area of Okinawa, 1959). Since our recoilless rifles and Jeeps had not caught up with us yet, we were used as the Bn Aggressor Force. The rifle companies would come up to the NTA one at a time from Sukiran to find/engage us… and, since the boondocks were our ‘home court’, the second and later companies really didn’t have a chance… This is kinda old Corps… M-1’s, M1919A4 air-cooled .30 Cal Brownings, herringbone utilities, and in this picture, the old green woolen shirts, as aggressor uniform. Since no blanks had been invented for the Flame Thrower (M2), the Flame guys usually got to be machine gun crew… most of either team having the M1911A1 .45cal pistol as sidearms. We were camping out up there for multiple weeks… got hot chow once most days, and some kick-back time when between companies… I recall an all-NCO grabasstic patrol up a creek… or maybe it should have been called ‘swim call’?, as we were all buck nekkid, doing the Tarzan bit with vines, etc… until one of us realized that if somebody got seriously hurt, we were all in deep kimchi… In this picture, over half a century later, I can identify, among other trades, a surgeon, a feddle gubmint landscape architect, a mortgage broker, several law enforcement officers, and more than one career Marine… (buncha dumb-ss grunts, anyway…)
A Real NCO
1. Can cuss for ten minutes without ever repeating a word.
2. Has a spine.
3. Can play a cherry Lieutenant like a finely tuned instrument.
4. Can see in the dark.
5. Has eyes in the back of their heads.
6. Still don’t trust the Russians.
A crusty old Marine Sergeant Major found himself at a gala event hosted by a local liberal arts college. There was no shortage of extremely young, idealistic ladies in attendance, one of whom approached the Sergeant Major for conversation.
“Excuse me, Sergeant Major, but you seem to be a very serious man. Is something bothering you?”
Quotes and Insults!
A guy with your IQ should have a low voice too!
I’ve only got one nerve left, and you’re getting on it.
I’ve seen people like you, but I had to pay admission!
Look, don’t go to a mind reader; go to a palmist; I know you’ve got a palm.
Sgt. Grit: To the best of my recollection, here is the 12 days of boot camp ditty. I’m sure there were many variations of this:
On the 1st day of boot camp, the Marine Corps gave to me, a haircut that wasn’t worth a f***.
On the 2nd day of boot camp, the Marine Corps gave to me, 2 pairs of boots,
I thought you might like to see a couple of old pictures that I took in Korea. This was the prisoners exchange. I was there and want everyone to know that they took off all their clothes do to thier shorts and threw them at us. They did not want to go back looking like they were taken care of. This was a long time ago…