So You Think You Want To Become A Marine

So you think you want to become a United States Marine.

If just anybody could become a Marine, it wouldn’t be the Marine Corps as we know it now and for the almost 241 years since its beginning on November 10, 1775.

What the Marine Corps will promise you in the beginning are 12 weeks of intense training at Marine Corps Recruit Depot, San Diego, California, or Marine Corps Recruit Depot, Parris Island, South Carolina.

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Re Story Of 3 DI’s Were All Tough

When you mentioned that you had a Drill Instructor by the name of Cpl P J Phelps (Peter J Phelps) who was a Brit. This same P J Phelps was the NCOIC of the recruiting station where I enlisted. When I returned from boot camp I stopped by to say hello, but Phelps was now 1st Sgt Phelps, and was transferred, so I never saw him again. It is a small Marine Corps. Oh yes that was in Dec 1976.

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Give Him Welcome Home

I have heard “thanks for your service” a lot of times. I always reply with your welcome. The other day I was walking around the U of A campus in Tucson, AZ. I was wearing my Vietnam Veteran hat I got from Sgt Grunt. I heard the thanks from a lot of students. One student came up to me and said “Welcome Home”. We shook hands and talked for a bit. His dad came back about the time I did to all the protests. It almost brought me to tears. So if you see a Vietnam Vet give him a Welcome Home! It feels good!

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War Pets

The mongoose and pet puppies stories made me go back and look for this pic that my uncle Sgt. Major A. M. Solis sent home to my grandparents in 1965. He had written a note on the back saying it was his little horse he had gotten to save a lot of walking. He never told me what happened to the pony. He was also there later with VMCJ 3 and on a later tour with VMO 2 before retiring. We served at the same time frame but not in Viet Nam. I was assigned to F4 Phantom squadron VMFAT 101 after radar school at Millington NAS in 1969. Supposed to have been a 6 month OJT assignment before orders to Nam. Well after I was on the job trained as radar tech I stayed on at El Toro MCAS training F4 pilots and rios to go to Nam but us avionics snuffies couldn’t buy a ticket over there, too many people already coming back.

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I would like to give one of my junior DI’s a plug. His name is CPL E.M. Mello, and he was anything but mellow. I was 17 years and 20 days old. He made quite an impression on me. Quite a few impressions. My first recollection of us getting close and personal was on our second or third day of forming. Our platoon was the first in the series so we had to wait awhile (9 days) for the rest of the maggots to show up. We were standing at attention in front of our racks reading our Little RedBook (not Chairman Mao’s). Continue reading “CPL E.M. MELLO PLT 312”

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Smart Azs In Trouble

I arrived in the United States in January of 1968 from Scotland and enlisted in the Marine Corps in May of 1968. I arrived at MCRD San Diego on 9 June 1968, and after being up all of the night before embarking and all of the day, too, arrived at the base at about 2100 hours. As we came off of the bus, we were met by Marines in Campaign Hats who all seemed to be yelling at us at the top of their lungs. We finally got the idea and proceeded to get on the yellow footprints. I was on the line closest to the yelling Marines as the line surged back and forth, all of us trying to get our own set of footprints. The lad in front of me stepped on my foot and caused me to stumble into Continue reading “Smart Azs In Trouble”

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