It'd been 7 months since I'd seen my fiance. Now, seeing the faint lights in the distance, and wondering if it was them! I had a million butterflies all doing summersaults in my stomach. It was 3 in the morning when their buses drove up, led by tons of motorcycles reving their engines in celebration and to sound to the families that they had arrived! You cant imagine the joy and nerves until you've been there,"my man is home, my man is home"… is all you feel. I was alone with the crowd of strangers, all of us each looking for our loved one.The beating of my chest was going faster now even more than the day I first met Eric as I looked for him among the throngs of people in the darkness. It was like I was holding my breath. Inside me felt somewhat frantic, but on the outside I was calmy looking, walking, and peering through the dark and past the hats that shielded so many faces. I walked one way and turned around fearing he was getting off the bus behind me, so I'd stop and wait and search each face from a distance… I swear I was holding my breath until I saw him. I prayed, "help me find him, help me find him, God." He saw me first, he had been blocked about 20 to 30 people away from me. When I saw him, it was like adrenaline… after all this time I was seeing him again in the flesh. God had brought him home to me! I was not dreaming. Eric, pushed/manuevered his way past dudes and got to me. He found me. We hugged so tightly and again it is the most surreal and amazing experience to be holding my guy again, and feel his chest against me. A lady from the USO snagged this photo of us as soon as he got me. No one needs to be seen, but him. He is my hero, my best friend, and now my husband. I got to wait for him and don't you forget he waited just as long for me! My birthday is tomorrow and the only thing I wish is that I could've been there for his last year… but thats the sacrifice the other half makes. He is selfless and kind, and also tough as nails when he wants to be. But, he is perfect, and I am so glad to have him home again. Thanks for the best birthday and making my wish come true and coming home to me. I love you eternally.
"The Last Six Seconds"..you need to read this
One can hardly conceive of the enormous grief held quietly within General Kelly as he spoke.
On Nov 13, 2010, Lt. General John Kelly, USMC, gave a speech to the Semper Fi Society of St. Louis, MO. This was four days after his son, Lt Robert Kelly, USMC, was killed by an IED while on his 3rd Combat tour. During his speech, General Kelly spoke about the dedication and valor of our young men and women who step forward each and every day to protect us.
Pepper's grandPAW was a U.S. Marine Raider in WWII, and she's proud of him.
Kristy and the entire Sgt. Grit Family :
First let me apologize for it taking so long to get back with the photos, my laptop crashed and I've been rebuilding files and so on. Please for give me but I had to start from scratch again.
So as you'll see in the photos it was a GREAT DAY ! We started out the day with a poker run,and about the time they got back from the poker run the cruise-in was going on .Our local community turned out in force to be on hand to meet and great the the troops as they arrived on the bus. The men had a blast,as you can see from the smiles on their faces. Each and every Marine their that evening received something from the Sgt.Grit family. Your kind and wonderful donations of hats,T-shirts , flags, where awesome and helped out so much. We where able to raise funds for the Semper-Fi Fund, which helps all the branches of service from 09/11 thru current, with all wounded vets, coming home and their families.
Now we are going to try to make this into a semi-annual event, to get the men out twice a year , along with raising money for the Semper-Fi Fund and Toys' for Tots' as well. And we'd like to ask the Grit Family if you'd like to be a part of this on going effort to help our Wounded American Heroes.
Never ever let it be said that " The Marines Don't Take of Their Own !! " We DO ! And we do it better than anyone else. Semper-Fi !!!!
Again Thank you for all of your help and support………..
GySgt. Robert C. Rogers _ U.S.M.C.-Ret.
We Never Leave Our Brothers Behind
By: Major David C. Andersen, USMC, New York City PAO
AP GROUND ZERO, NEW YORK — Pain shot through my back in the late night hours of 6 March 2002 from the weight of the stretcher, but Marines always complete the mission. With Sgt. Maj. Michael S. Curtin, 45, USMCR (RET) NYPD, in my left hand and his wife and daughter only feet in front of me, sense of duty led the way as it has for many men better than I for hundreds of years.
By: Richard E. Nygaard, SSGT USMC 1953-1963
Sgt. Grit, I have once again finished reading American Courage. The discussion about Jihad Johnny could, if one cared, give one pause. However, I would like to say to my fellow Marines, do not talk to me of the likes of Jihad Johnny, for I have known many real heroes and walked the hallowed ground on which they fought and died.
A Tale of Heroes
By Justin King Edited by Jeremy Rouse
My friends, fellow readers, I would like to spend the time to tell you a story, a story that is as true as the sky is blue. A story of true patriotism, bravery, and actions that had been taken throughout this country's history by the men and women in uniform who have served this country with great honor and pride so that we Americans can live with the freedoms we have today. A story that in my hopes will never be forgotten so that future generations can realize that this is just one of millions of stories of sacrifice, honor, and duty that so many before them have shown in the face of odds that were most definitely stacked against them. A story of a Marine, yet not just any Marine, but my grandfather. A man that I will always be proud of, about whom I will always speak to those who will listen, and who I will always hold in the highest regard.
The Real Survivors
By: Lieutenant Colonel James G. Zumwalt (USMCR, Retired)
As one reads through the list of combat medals: three Purple Hearts, three Silver stars and four Bronze Stars, one wonders how a single Marine could have seen so much action and managed to survive. But, through two wars, Korea and Vietnam, Sergeant Major Louis Rountree has proven to be a survivor.
From Semper-Fi to Semper-Eye
Behind the Eye
Gunnery Sergeant Donald A. Levesque (RET) comes from a small town in Massachusetts. In 1962 at the age of almost 19 years old, having three years work experience and being high school dropout, Levesque joined the United States Marines. After graduating from Parris Island, his assignments included "G" Company, 2nd Battalion, 4th Marines at Kanioi Bay, Philippines, C Company, 1st Battalion, 2nd Marines Camp Le Jeune, North Carolina; Drill Instructor at F Company, Second Recruit Training Battalion, Parris Island; and L Company, 3rd Battalion, 5th Marine Division, Viet Nam. Serving a little over 7 years at the age of 25, and just completing his eighth combat operation, Gunny claims he received his "blessing of blindness." Yes, on April 10, 1969, at 3:33 p.m., Levesque, with the second-hand on the "3" on his waterproof Timex watch, which he wore on his lapel, took a licking and his watch stopped ticking. He proclaimed, "There must be something above me as to why I'm still kicking."
Subject: John Glenn's Response to H. Metzenbaum, May 3, 1974, Ohio Senate Democratic primary
This exchange between Senators Glenn and Metzenbaum is worth reading. Pretty impressive impromptu speech! Next time someone accuses you or any veteran of not having a "job" because you're in the military, quote Sen Glenn.
Howard Metzenbaum to John Glenn:
"How can you run for Senate when you've never held a 'job'?"