Dress Blues for Marrying College Sweetheart

In December of 1964, while I was stationed in Quantico,Va., I married Emma, my college sweetheart .
One year later I was in Vietnam with the Second Battalion ,Third Marines. Emma was seven months pregnant. Before I left for Vietnam, I went to ask Colonel Jonas M.Platt if I could stay in Quantico just two more months to be with Emma when our first child was born. Col.Platt simply said,”Do you think you are the only Marine whose wife is pregnant?”
Today, we have four children and eleven grandchildren. Mike, our firstborn, is 55 years old.
The first time I picked him up was in November 1966. Today, we should never forget the commitment of Marines serving around the globe and their families who make a special sacrifice during times of separation. We are especially thankful and indebted to those who make the ultimate sacrifice and never have the chance to be reunited with their loved ones.

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Dress Blues & Mess Dress

I know that the request was for dress blues pictures but I couldn’t resist also sending a picture of my favorite dress uniform.

The first picture in dress blues was taken at the 1980 Officers Commissioning Ceremony for RS Hartford Ct. With me is 2d Lt Lynn Adams, University of Connecticut, whom I had recruited. She was assigned as a Personnel Officer at Camp Pendleton.

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The salute…loss of words.

02:25 11OCT21
While on duty at MCRD Paris Island…I was passing a young boot in the chow line outside…after inspecting the mess hall. He immediately snapped to…as he shouted out “attention!” So far, so good I observed…until I was confronted by the figure of the boot in a “double-handed” salute. Exasperated and puzzled after returning his salute, I got down to the bottom of his behavior expeditiously! His equally expeditious reply: “Sir, I know a two bar Lieutenant when I see one, Sir”…left me pretty much speechless…and at a loss for words. A direct order to drop and give me twenty push-ups (remedial training), was about all I could get out…after informing him that my collar insignia was that of a “Captain” of Marines. “Railroad tracks” maybe…but NEVER a “two bar Lieutenant!” His D.I. looked me up later during my OOD tour of duty…it was a very informative exchange of information and “laughter was the best medicine” to close out our very interesting experiences of the day!
“Good night Chesty”… wherever you are! Semper Fi

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Every Love story is Beautiful but our is my Favorite

The year was May 21, 1976 while waiting for orders to go to Okinawa on a drunken night after they had told him not to drink, and if he did not to go out of the Base. Because if he did, he was going to wake up married. Well, he got drunk and he went out of the Base. He didn’t wake up married but instead, he met the woman he was going to be married to. Even though when we met, he told me that he was not there looking for anybody and that he didn’t want to get serious with anybody because he was leaving to Okinawa for a year and he didn’t want to hurt anybody. After a short introduction and a short conversation by the end of that evening, this Marine was in deeply love. After a couple of dates and a year of separation we were married exactly a year and two days later. On May 23, 1977. We were happily married short of 41 years when God called him for Guard duty in Heaven on April 29, 2018
Semper Fi
Our dress blues photo

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Two black eye’s

First night at MCRD San Diego. We were all upstairs in a circle, had just stripped down and boxed all our cloths to send home. The marine who was giving us orders had just informed us that our drill instructor was about to enter the room. He told us to look at the floor and not look up and our eyes were not to see his. Well when G/Sgt. C. M. Renfrow walked by me I had to look. I do remember what happened next!!! I caught a clip board right between the eye’s, woke up the next morning with two black eye’s. Semper Fi 66-69

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Back in the Blues again

When I was discharged from the Corps 24 years ago I set out to stay in Dress Blues shape figuring I’d be healthy so long as I was able to fit in them. The notoriously unforgiving form fitting wool coat would not allow an inch of excess flab and in order to get that cruel metal neck clasp fastened, I’d have to remain lean and mean.

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My haircut story

When I got to boot camp and got my haircut in ’67 I also had short hair, not because I was a smart a?? but because my dad, a farmer, just didn’t believe in long hair. I didn’t realize you could dig out the roots with a razor, but that barber left furrows in my scalp. At nearly 72 I still attribute this event to my thin hair. HA HA SEMPER FI TO ALL MARINES HOORAH

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Home Run

Jan. 1982 Myself and three other boot camp Marines were in the barracks for some reason I do not remember. I was an avid softball player and decided that I would demonstrate what I would do.At home plated I started to narrate; I hit the ball just over the head of the third baseman, I took off running to imaginary bases. First, second and rounding third base for home. I hit the floor to slide into home for a home run. It was a perfect slide, I looked up and there was the Senior D.I. for the other platoon. Still to this day I do not remember what happened.

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