3rd Bn Huts

I enclosed a photo, don’t remember who took it, or where the camera came from, the day we “finished” P.I. 29 December 1958. No graduation, etc. Note the 3rd Bn huts… I’m in the middle of the photo, the handsome, squared away one…

Will always remember hearing Sgt Baggett yelling “347”, we screamed the reply “347”, then “GET OUTSIDE!”

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Nam Vet 68-69

In response to SGT on the bus I’ve always felt that a DOC was worth his or her weight in gold…I carried the M-60 with Medivac Mike 3-5 in what was called I CORP area in Nam…So I was involved with TET on a personal level…One thing never mattered and that was , was the DOC Navy or Marine and it never mattered…All I know is the DOC tried to help the one in the worse shape and if I had to make that decision between Marine or Sailor I’d make the same decision …After all , we all know that Marines are the mens department in the department of the Navy…
Semper Fi SGT T A Perry 2267858

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Which would you prefer Doc… Us or the Navy

On a bus in the fields at Camp Pendleton and on the road back to Garrison, the LT was sitting up front behind the driver. I sat across the isle. In idle conversation, LT asks, “Did you ever serve aboard a ship doc? “Yes Sir, a destroyer and a troop carrier”. His inevitable question, “Which would you prefer Doc, Us or the Navy”. I am on a bus loaded with 2nd Platoon Marines who weren’t tired and it was a long drive ahead of us. All marines were listening to the conversation. My response to him came from my gut instinct… “Marines”. The LT looked doubtful. What else was I likely to say in my situation. Then I offered my explanation “why”. I began to speak from my heart. “The Marines are the most self-sacrificing, dedicated, resourceful, motivated, deadly and patriotic branch of service. If I had the choice to save the life of a Marine or a Sailor, I would automatically choose to save the Marine, over the fellow Sailor (assuming that doing so would not endanger the mission.) The LT said I had grabbed his attention with that statement. He said, “you are going to have to do some pretty good explaining. I told him that Sailors are too attached to their specialty systems. If their system fails, they are done, The Marine IS a weapon. I am proud to be counted among the Marines on the bus. At the start of the ride, the Gunny asks, “Sergeant! How many we got?” Sergeant responds,”We got 57 men and a Doc”. Just once I’d like to hear him say, we got 58 men. One of them a Doc.

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Battle For Okinawa

During the Battle for Okinawa most Marines are aware that the Japanese used Suicide (Hari Kari) planes against us. But there was more, they used Suicide Boats against us also. Inclosed is a picture of the suicide boats. Some boats had Ford and Chevrolet engines in them. They were not effective for lots of reasons, we had PT Boats and other types of patrol craft that kept them from being very effective, as soon as they began their run the PT boats were on them. There were problems with this idea on stopping the Hari Kari Boats also, some were armed with two depth charges, which went off at shallow depths which could cause damage to nearby ships and serious injury and death to American and Allied Personel.

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“It’s a Gas”

From July 1978 until my separation from active duty in January 1979 I was assigned to the 6th Marines Regiment S-3 office at Camp LeJeune as the Assistant Operations Chief. While stationed there I had the opportunity to join the camp skydiving club. $40 covered our training and the first three jumps. When we jumped we parachuted from CH-46 or CH-53 helicopters. Other than the jump suits and helmets, the equipment was provided by the club. After the first three jumps we only had to pay $1 per jump which helped cover the cost of buying lunch for the helo pilots. The club members included everyone from rookies like me to Marines who had hundreds of jumps to their credit. One of the things I learned when we put our parachute rigs on was that the harness was supposed to fit snuggly which could be pretty uncomfortable. After my 7th or 8th jump I decided not to tighten the harness as tight as I had in the past. The hike to the helicopter and ride to jump altitude were more comfortable than they had been in the past but I soon learned why it was important to keep the harness tight. When I jumped out of the helo and my parachute opened it felt like my groin had been yanked up into my throat. I didn’t even try to steer the parachute but instead was kicking my legs up and trying to loosen the straps between my legs. I was told later by my fellow club members on the ground that they thought that I had gotten my legs caught in the parachute shroud lines and was trying to get them untangled. Somehow I managed to land in the drop zone even though I never steered my chute. I laid there for a few moments trying to catch my breath and some of the other members came running over to check on me. When I told them what had happened they all laughed. I guess I learned an important lesson the hard way. I think it took me about a week to stop speaking in a falsetto voice and to walk normally.

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Courage Under Fire

Article by Pete Mecca
CovNews

More than one Leatherneck would agree, it’s befitting that a young man from Montezuma chose to join the United States Marine Corps. The month was November, the year 1965, the man: Eli Fobbs.

“I remember basic at Camp Lejeune,” Fobbs said. “Back then the Corps didn’t play around. They’d insult your momma, sister your wife; shoot, those guys would bust your nose and scare you to death. It didn’t take me long to believe I’d joined the wrong organization.”

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Pugil Sticks

Photo attached of JFK watching the Pugil Stick training. My memory of this training goes all the way back to January 1957 when the sticks were in their beginning and had no padding whatever, just each end duck taped with a pad. As for we trainees all we had was a football helmet and no face guard also boxing gloves. No other body or groin protection. We just formed a circle and the DI would insert one, two or sometime three against one however his mood at the time.

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RECON Hill 200

I served proudly with First RECON Battalion – First Marine Division during the 1968 Tet Offensive in Vietnam. I was an young NCO Scout Sniper with RECON Team Rio Grande, Echo Company. We spent time on Hill 200 defending this radio relay station and setting up for patrols into the active valleys below.
One of our toughest missions was locating and destroying incoming mortar and NVA artillery positions surrounding Marine Corps Base Khe Sanh. RECON Marines were Wanted Dead or Alive as the yellow NVA poster reads.
The attached photos depict just a brief moment in a young RECON Marine’s Life…

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