I am always interested in seeing the write-ups from Marines about when and where things were different in the Corps. However, I used to think that when I enlisted in 1965, I was seeing the last of what we knew as the "Old Corps" and was becoming part of a new Corps. I dealt with senior staff NCOs, Warrant Officers and officers who had been there - back to Guadalcanal. I learned from them and did my time in Viet Nam (0311) from 67-70, getting out in '71. However, since then, I have seen a stream of Marines from Granada to Beirut, Iraq to Afghanistan, all of whom have given continued pride to the Marine Corps and our traditions. There really is no "Old Corps" and "New Corps", only the Marine Corps, and these new, young Marines are the same as the ones who advanced through the wheat fields at Belleau Woods against German machineguns, back to the fighting tops of 1775. They have proven they are still Marines and have earned the title. Period.
Sgt., 0311 1965-71
"And when you have served among good people, fellow Marines, some of whom you came to love with the same intensity as you do your own family, there are few others you will meet in your lifetime who can ever gain that same level of trust and respect." Senator Jim Webb, "A Time to Fight."
October 23, 1983
Just want everyone to remember the Marines who died in Beirut, Lebanon on October 23, 1983.
Cpl Christopher T. Deasy USMC 1981-1984
Rainy Night In Georgia
It is approaching 40 years since I enlisted on November 24, 1969. I was not supposed to go active until January of 1970 but decided I could not wait so I had my recruiter advance it to December the 29th and as it turns out my platoon number as San Diego was 1229. That day was my first time ever away from home on my own, my first airplane ride, and my first trip to California so for those things alone it was memorable.
I will always remember SSGT Frederich singing "Rainy Night in Georgia" as he walked through the head at the rifle range. It was early AM and I had the fire watch. They probably don't remember me but SSgt Frederich, Sgt Wren, and Sgt. Dickerson had almost as big an impact on my life as my parents did. They took a young dumb scared teenager and turned him not only into a Marine but a man. They taught me more about responsibility, duty, and honor than they can ever imagine.
Like I said it has been almost 40 years and I always wonder what happened to them. I would love to have the honor of thanking them in person.
Jim Grimes former Sgt and retired LCDR USN
Anyone Who Does Not Think
I've chewed on this for awhile, and need to speak out. To the person, who awhile back wrote that he felt the young Marines of today do not measure up to the Vet's of Iwo Jima or Korea. Yeah, It was a different kind of combat, but my grandson just returned from Afghanistan this past June. This Young Marine carried a burden that in weighing him down. He has recurring nightmares and resists sleep because of them.
On a mounted patrol in the Helmund Prov. he was in the second Humvee as the unit radio operator. His two best friends were in the first vehicle, one riding shotgun and the other in the turret. These were Marines he has served with through boot camp, SOF, and Twenty Nine Palms, Desert Warfare Training. As first in line their vehicle was targeted by a IED. The explosion threw the Marine in the turret out of the machine to the side of the road. My grandson, against protocol was the first to reach his friend, both of the young man's legs were barley attached by shreds of meat.
The grandson quickly applied tourniquets to both legs, and was credited with saving his life at the time. The young man was eventually transported home, where he died with his mother at his bed side two weeks later. The Marine in the Humvee was trapped by some sort of locking bar designed to keep people out.
Unable to rescue him my grandson and companions were forced to watch this kid perish in flames screaming and his face melting away. Several months later a third friend was standing five feet away when he was struck in the head by shrapnel from a 500 pound truck bomb 200 meters away in a market place, killing him instantly.
There was talk of some kind of medal for his action in saving his first friends life at the time. He wants no medal or recognition for what he did. He is filled with guilt because he survived and they did not, it is eating this young man up from the inside out. How do I know these details? Not because he told me, he was drinking with friends and after they left he started crying and told his mother.
So to anyone who does not think the boys are going through h&ll over there, you can get in line to kiss my grits. Remember these guys volunteered for this service knowing there was conflict going on. I feel no shame because he cried, I want to cry too. PS he has told about the dumb rules of engagement they are constrained by and it is stupid to fight a war that way.
Pfc Robert Young, USMC 1956-58
Dear Sgt. Grit,
The short story of Guadalcanal and the WW I equipment caught my attention. I went to New Caledonia (along with my brother and a Company of other Marines) Dec., 1942. We thought we were going into combat but were pleasantly surprised to learn we were a Service and Supply Co. We served the 1st Div. for as long as the battle lasted and I became good friends with lots of the guys who were there. Our Co. later spent about a year on Guadalcanal before being shipped to Okinawa where we landed twenty days after D-Day. I know the equipment the Marines had at that time were mostly from WW I, our rifles in Boot Camp were '03 Remington's but I made Sharpshooter as well as my brother.
While on Guadalcanal a buddy and I explored the whole island and saw many places where big battles had occurred and many wrecked ships, large and small beached and left to rust away. Thousands of coconut trees destroyed and we heard they belonged to the British and cost the U.S. $50 per tree that was destroyed but this was never confirmed.
My friend and I ran into a problem one day when we came across a group of about thirty natives. They were black and only four feet tall but carried clubs they carved out of their native trees and used to kill Japs. They were bathing and swimming and having fun in the river and not thinking too intelligently, we peed into the river and began walking back to the road we had hitchhiked on.
We heard some yelling and screaming, looked back and saw this whole group running after us holding their clubs high and gaining ground fast. We finally reached the road just as some of the fastest natives were within a few feet of us and just by chance here came a New Zealand Army truck which slowed down for us and we jumped in and took off. The driver was such a nice guy he took us all the way to our camp because we were exhausted, and he went several miles out of his way.
Shortly after this episode some natives came to our camp and sold their clubs and grass skirts to some of us including me and I still have two clubs hanging over my fireplace after sixty five years.
Sgt. Billy E. Fox
What is Old Corps?
Who (or what) is "The Old Corps?" There is no doubt that each and every one of us who have served has heard or used the phrase "The Old Corps" at one time or another. No matter when they served or how long they served, there is always someone referring to "The Old Corps." For example, WWII veterans might refer to themselves as "The Old Corps" when talking to veterans who served after them. Vietnam War veterans, like myself, may refer to ourselves as "Old Corps" when talking to veterans of more recent times of service. Veterans who served in any given era almost always refer to themselves as "Old Corps" when in conversation with veterans who served in a later era. The Corps is always changing.
In my opinion, this leaves only one conclusion as to who "The Old Corps" is:
The day you graduated from recruit training, YOU became "The Old Corps."
Once a Marine - Always a Marine
Former Cpl Bob Mauney
2nd, 3rd, and 5th Shore Party Battalions
Sgt Grit --
As a long time subscriber/customer, I enjoy both of the weekly emails, which keep me up with the Corps and its members, both active and inactive.
Which raises a real issue with me. I can't understand the disputes between "former", "ex" and the other terminology regarding those of us who are no longer on active duty. We are all Marines! To me, there are only three categories. Active; inactive; and dead!
I am, fortunately, still in the second category, as is my son, Mike (2nd Recon, Desert Shield and Desert Storm)..
Dick Whelan, Inactive Major, USMC
1954 - 1966
Hi Sgt. Grit,
There is no such thing as an EX or Formal Marine! When you graduate from Boot Camp and receive the Eagle, Globe & Anchor you have earned the Title of MARINE. You are a Marine for the rest of your life 'til the day you die. When you get out or retire from the Corps you are still a Marine. Let this be the end of EX & Formal Marine.
"OohRah & Semper-Fi 'til the day you die.
Gy/Sgt. Lew Souder, USMC/Ret.
Things Started To Change
I was at MCRD San Diego on July Third 1959, and the yellow footprints were there... I was nailed "big time" by Staff Sergeant Velkyj and Gunny Sergeant Martinez for eye balling and I was standing on the yellow footprints then and will never forget it... By high school classmate had enlisted with me and we "were told" we could do as buddy system deal once we arrived at MCRD ---- ! Yep, I believed ---- that &^%$# story at my local recruiting office and should have known something was up when upon returning to their office the day after signing the paperwork ---- things started to change and the vibrations I was getting was far different than original interviews ----!
Suddenly my name went to "Private" and not Howard and when I got to MCRD 0200 hours my very, very long day was just beginning for sure! However ---- I did entertain some thoughts while I was getting my butt chewed "big time" ---- about asking if "my buddy" and I could be assigned to the same training platoon? I soon forgot about that, after my 4th or 5th butt chewing ! Got my MOS training at Imperial Beach (a dump of a place) ---- got discharged at TI June of 63 and did a couple of years in reserve ---- all of those Marines that chased those dits and daws ---- Semper Fi !
Cpl Howard Armer
USMC 59 - 65 MOS 2571
"the change is truly ---- forever"
With Iron Sights
The '03 Springfield was NOT a single shot bolt action, it was a fine, accurate, copy of the equally fine '98 Mauser repeating rifle. Many thought it was more accurate than the M1 Garand. The Marines were not under gunned against the Jap Arisaka.
What Mitchell say is true. The 03 Springfield in its various designations like 1903 Springfield and 1903A3 Springfield was a bolt action repeating rifle that housed ammo in an internal magazine and was recharged by means of ammo in a stripper clip. Some consider it more accurate than the Garand. In World War I, Marines were hitting their targets, with iron sights, up to 800 yds.
Frank D Briceno, 0311
Truth Is Not Always So Rewarding
Joined the Corps in the spring of '61 while still in school. Got to P.I. in August, did some "lounging around" while the rest of our series arrived and then all H&LL broke loose! Got into some trouble for nodding off while in the .45 class. Those squat thrusts would have been a cinch, if it weren't for the fact that my M-1 was getting really heavy holding straight armed overhead.
Then there was the time when I got several letters from my sweetheart, all at one mail call! Sgt. Jesse asked if I thought he was my personal mailman and correctly I responded "NO SIR". Didn't make a difference as he then asked just how many letters had I gotten so far. I proudly responded 93, SIR. Get down and give me 93 push-ups was all he said. I learned a certain measure of survival that night, that the truth is not always so rewarding.
Survived and graduated on Thanksgiving day. Proceeded with the usual course of training and then went to AE "A" school in Jax., Fla. Had fun there because I just finished trade school electrical and everything that was being related to us was old school to me. I helped my fellow MARINES with their studies as well as some of the naval personnel. Finished top of the class and traded my spot with an 0311 who had just had his first child and because he was low man in class was going to get the worst duty. That wound up with me going to Camp Pendleton MCAF, VMO-6 and then to Okinawa VMO-2. Turns out to be one most memorable experience for me.
After Okinawa, got stateside duty at H&S 26 New River, NC., then HMH-461 New River. Would have gone to the MED but my gear never arrived from overseas. Not to worry, my uncle SAM sent me to the Caribbean aboard the LPH-7 Guadalcanal. I got to enjoy that cruise thanks to Def. Sec. McNamara extending all services 4 months, just one week prior to my hitch being up!
The moral to this is that the reason I joined the CORPS was because the Navy recruiter wasn't there when I went to enlist! The MARINE recruiter asked what I wanted to do and when I told him that I wanted to repair aircraft he said I could do the same in the CORPS and that I would be going to naval service schools to train. Sign me up was my reply and I have never had any regret for answering the call.
I spent many months at sea during my 4+ years of duty so I honored both my father, a Navy man and my uncle, a MARINE wounded during WWII and then recalled to Korea. My older brother, a MARINE, enlisted two years before I did. My grandson joined the CORPS this year and my family proudly saw him graduate from P.I. this past June.
I was never the gung-ho, oo-rah type because I never saw any combat and considered myself as a support type. Since my grandson enlisted, our whole family has taken on a whole new attitude. I dressed up my vehicle with several patriotic USMC items and that has opened up a world of friends and comrades never before known.
Just to show what an impact the CORPS has had on me, I still know my first rifle serial #, that being 4649868. What a beauty that M-1 was. Thanks to SSGT Wetherill, SSGT Whidden and Sgt Jesse for doing it right and making me what I am today, PROUD to be-- a MARINE, always!
Proud of the Scarlet and Gold
George Lent, Cpl. USMC
1942553 / 6631
Whatever the time, whatever the conflict, whatever the cost, the MARINES stand tall and proud to answer Americas' call to arms and defend everyone's' right to FREEDOM. Semper Fi !
Fair And Understanding
Dear Sgt Grit.. While looking at photos posted on your website I found one of Platoon 78 1st Battalion Sept 1955. One of the DIs is Sgt A V Stacey.
I graduated at Parris Island in Sept 1954 in Platoon 315 C Company 4th Recruit Training Battalion. The Senior DI was Sgt P A Wood and Sgt Stacey was one of the junior DIs.
I considered all of my Drill Instructors to be the finest of men and great Marines.. and there were none more fair and upstanding than those of Platoon 315.
God Bless America and The United States Marine Corps
They Have Cooler
Sunday Oct. 4 2009 Parade Magazine had the following from one who should know. OOH RAH.
A Vietnam vet Ermey, 65, makes regular visits to U.S. troops in Iraq and Afghanistan. "I'm surprised to find the kids' motivation and morale so high," he tells us. "They're honorable, strong, trustworthy, loyal-everything that we ever were in the old days. The difference between the new Corps and the old is simply that they have cooler weapons now."
A picture of MCRDPI Class of 1962 Platoon 150.
Those were certainly the days.
Who Could Not Or Would Not
The individual that spent a week in the motivation platoon (When I went through P.I. they either sent you to motivation or the brig) which was used to get rid of individuals who could not or would not get with the program. The famous TEN PERCENT. You did not come back from motivation, you did not return to your platoon after missing a week (5 or 6 days) of training even if you were in the Hospital. Moreover, if the D.I.s sent a recruit to the motivation platoon, it's because he wanted to get rid of you!
Now he goes home on a hardship leave- a minimum of shall we say of three days, which would bring the total of missed training days to 8 to 10 or more! I never heard of any recruit missing TEN days of training and still graduating with his original platoon. Some war stories are OK but this one goes nowhere and has no point.
Listen guys, if you are writing a story make it have a point and don't try to make up BS if you were not in the Corps. We will catch you; listening to other guys tell their stories is no substitute for time in! We had guys that came into our platoon from both situations... one guy came in from the Brig and another had one week to go before final field and less than two weeks from graduation when he had to go home due to a death in the family.
We first saw him when we came in from drill and he was standing at attention in the middle of the squad bay with a paper bag with eye holes over his head. Just a little initiation ritual that now so many years later, seems pretty pointless; it's as though he were being punished for going home to attend a funeral. That's the way things were done in those days. Anyway, he watched as his original platoon left for Geiger. So I just have to say Hmmmm for Pvt. Gardner and his misfortunes. There are many stories from the Isle De Parris, this just ain't one of them, in my opinion. Anyway turn to and as we used to say in MT, Keep 'em rollin'. Hello Sgt. Weathorford wherever you are, you S.O.B. And thanks for everything.
Steele, WJ Plt.261 USMCRD P.I. S.C.1959
Hey there Sgt Grit...
My name is D. (for Douglas, which I hate) Michael Rayo... I was attached to Golf 3/11... Sept '69, to June '70... I remember you as soon as I saw your picture in your magazine... I also do remembered you were a radio operator...
One day I was sent to Regiment which was in DaNang, to pick up and return with supplies for our unit..., i.e., beer, sodas, cigarettes, sand bags and some other essentials... But most important of all, fresh meat. Steaks for the guys in my unit.
G-3/11, that time, was stationed in the Que Son Mountains... On a hill top called, LZ Rider...
If I'm not mistaken, you and I hooked up at Regiment in Da Nang. Where we hooked up on a convoy to LZ Baldy... Where, we were going to catch a chopper to Rider. I believe your reason for going up there was to help out with some radios problems, or fix our radio systems... Something like that... I think anyway... I suffer from sometimers so needless to say, I sometimes remember. And sometimes I forget... It's only been about 40 years and some months... Anyway, I was more than expected to return that day... That was the plan.... My unit, officers included, were expecting and waiting for these supplies, in anticipation of having a nice meal that night... me included. I remember you going over to the Hotel Battery area and radioing up to Rider that we were stuck on Baldy and that we couldn't get back until sometime the next day...
I had enough meat for the entire unit.. and then some... Needless to say, the meat spoiled waiting for the chopper. The meat was smelling real fowl as we waited on the LZ and knew that we'd have to throw all the meat away once we arrived on Rider... I was bummed, and so were all my buds... So I have to say to the guys waiting for the fresh meat, and the great meal we fantasized about, ...well, I guess after all these years I can only say one thing... Sorry... But we did enjoy our sea rations... YEAH RIGHT...
Grit... good to see you're doing what came natural to you...Always being a Marine...
D.Michael Rayo.. aka.."Little Bit" ...(Formally from San Francisco) Now living Mesa Arizona..
5/11 Reunion, Desert Shield/Desert Storm
Upcoming 5/11 Reunion. There is a reunion planned to commemorate the 20th anniversary of 5/11's deployment to Desert Shield/Desert Storm. It will be in August 2010 in New Orleans. Please visit the 5/11 Reunion page on Facebook for additional information and a listing of those who are planning to attend. You can also email me:
david.mahoney @ ci.austin .tx .us (no spaces)
Romeo Battery 90-92
HQ Battery 92-93
Thanks and Semper Fi!
I'm a former Marine who served with VMO2 & HMS 39 back in the 80's.
I've started writing a book (reality based fiction) centered around the life & career of a Cobra pilot.
But I find myself a little short on information about training, maybe the life on the officer side of the Corps?
Any Cobra pilots (especially those who started out in late 80's early 90's) Willing to communicate with me about their experiences?
Any help would be greatly appreciated
Ttherr61 @ aol .com (no spaces)
Dear Sgt Grit;
As a "Cold War MARINE" I always remembered this.
And I quote;
"They also serve who only stand and wait."
-- John Milton
T.J. Fox, 1820985, Cpl, Iwakuni, VMR-253,58/61
An Eight-Four-O-Four Sounds Off
I'm a "fuggin' 'squid'"...at least that's what I thought my name was until some namby-pamby jarhead would come groveling to me with his booboo widda peenger booning an' dwipping.
Well, the "widda peenger booning an' dwipping" wasn't the one on either ends of his hands that he dragged around like a gorilla, but the booning dwipping widda peenger in his boxer shorts that required 5M Units of procaine penicillin twice a day injected intramuscularly in each butt cheek for ten days, or his bolus choice of 10M Units once a day for five days! -- This regimen being the usual dessert served him after his main course weekend in Saigon.
After the regimen was complete and booboo peepee boy sheepishly looked me in the eye expecting me to quote my hush money price for the cure, I'd snap to attention saluting him with a photo copy of my Purple Heart citation held toward him with a pack of Trojans, and report: "8404 and nothing more Mr. Pus Booboo Peepee"...and he'd reverently call me "Doc" thereafter...
...And before he closed the door behind him, I'd salute again with "I have nothing but the profoundest admiration and respect for a good hospital corpsman or Marine who knows how to keep his g*d*mned mouth shut".
Haines City, FL
Along with every "Doc" known to me, I was able to out-Marine any one of you bastrds!
Brand New PFC
As I was reading the latest newsletter I began to think about some of the funny things I've/we've (fellow Marines and I) done. I recalled getting back from overseas and being stationed at Camp Lejeune. When brand new PFCs would report it a small group of us would begin to "break them in" by sending them on specific errands to the Supply Warehouse, such as:
"Go over to Supply and pick up a 5 gallon can of Slack "The Mess hall has requested that it requires Old Salt today - arrange to have an Old Salt delivered this morning "The Major has stated that we need to add more starch to our utilities. He has requested that the cleaners add additional starch to all his utilities
Are there other examples of funny errands we've sent others on?
An Hoa Basin 1968-69
I Want To Be
As a young man in his late teens I was getting off the city bus one day after work and standing on the corner was a Marine from the local recruiter office. I walked up and said, man I want to be just like YOU. I wasn't getting any were so what can I do.
He took me by my hand in walk me right in his office and said let fill out these paper work and I will have you there as soon as you want to go. I took the 120 day he gave me. It went by really fast. The first nite, the second nite was holy h&ll for us. But I was told before I left that would be the biggest mistake of my life.
But my father told me, son it will be holy h&ll but DO the best and give it all you got. Cause when you come home it will be the proudest day of your life. It will make you a better man. AND one thing for sure there no free ride. YOU will end up in Vietnam. and he was right as always.
I live the last 42 years with what I learn in the Corps. teach the kids to have self respect and respect others. They always say, dad you're not in the Corps any more. But they will say if it wasn't for your tough attitude...we wouldn't be where we are today. My son Neil always fly the POW flag and ken fly the US flag. I fly both. Neil Fly a large POW when he's camping. and he ask why does he have that flag. And he will say my father is a Nam vet and he'll tell me that there are 2000 plus who has not come home yet and we should never forget. It makes me proud to be a MARINE.
Sgt G.A. Moncebaiz hotel company 2ND blt 4 Marines. 1969
No Longer Satisfied
At ease, I'll be in the area all day...
Here I am 20 years since I was between schools to become a 2171 Electro-Optics Tech and I just recently got my EGA tattoo. While I served 88-92 and 95-96 I was fortunate to have good commands, work with many good units, and serve with great Marines.
My time in the Corps was outstanding but I never did get a Marine Corps tattoo. I have two other small tattoos but they are generally unseen.
I was no longer satisfied with just sporting the great apparel and goods that you guys offer and decided it was time to permanently show my pride. I got this tattoo on the inside of my right forearm, that way whenever I extend my arm to shake someone's hand they can see who and what I am.
With our 234th birthday approaching I will raise my beer(s) and toast all Marines young and old!
As a proud Corpsman Of Marines, I would like to thank Chief Schmidt for his "poem". I guess we all have PTSD to some degree from the Nam. I did, and sometimes still do have vivid dreams, and wake up in a cold sweat. I was at Khe Sanh during Tet of 1968. In 2010, I WILL be visiting the wall to rid myself of some of the demons. It's time.
My first day back in the States, I came outside the LAX main terminal (I'm in Navy dress blues with the Nam ribbons and PH) and some greasy, long haired hippie spit on me and called me a "Baby Killer". Instinct took over, and I put him down... out cold! From down the street I hear, "Hey, what's going on here?" I looked around and here comes one of LA's finest... OOPS! First day back, and I'm gonna end up in jail! Well, lo and behold, the cops says, "I saw it all Doc, no sweat. Semper Fi", and hauled the still out cold hippie away.
I am gratified to see that our service men returning now are treated much better than we were returning from Nam.
Addison "Tex" Miller
HMC(FMF), USN, Ret.
Aug 65 to Oct 85
Note: The contempt is still there today. Just a bit more subtle. See last last week's letter to Michael.
I have a few things that stick out in my mind. I was in the middle of replying to you the other day and received a call from my mom that my Pop had passed on. He was active duty 1952-1955. He was the reason I joined the Corps. A good man and father. He was reassigned to Heaven's Gate 3 Oct, 2009. Semper Fi!
I enlisted June of 1978 on the delayed entry program. I was to be a tracked vehicle diesel mechanic. The day I was to leave for Parris Island, I had to sign a new contract-aviation option. I asked my recruiter, "When did the Marine Corps get airplanes?" The one John Wayne movie I missed was "Flying Leathernecks."
Ever hear the term "test tube Corporal?" After boot camp I was assigned to "A" school at NAS Millington, TN. Most schools lasted a few months at best. However, there were several Marines that had been going to school for almost 2 years. In my class, we were amazed. They had to be screw ups, but not that bad though, since the drop outs were sent to crash, fire, rescue. What I later learned was these Marines signed up for a "QEP"-quality enlistment program. They got bonuses, choice of duty station, and you guessed it-guaranteed Corporal! Hence the name-"test tube Corporal." The only problem was that many arrived in the FMF without many leadership abilities that most Corporals possess. I have known quite a few and I am very proud to have served with them and they turned out to great leaders.
Another thing is the term "AFU." All F*#$@' d UP. The Marine Corps prides itself on being able to shorten things up with acronyms. I had been in the Corps for a year or so and had made this reference many times to describe how things were going at work to my wife. She apparently thought it was a "technical" term, something of great importance. One day she asked me what the term meant. I told her. She got a look of disbelief on her face and said "all this time I thought you were talking about something important."
That's all I have for now. I'm sure I'll come up with more.
A guy is driving around the back woods of Georgia and he sees a sign in front of a broken down shanty house: 'Talking Dog for Sale' He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes into the back yard and sees a nice looking Beagle sitting there.. 'You talk?' he asks. 'Yep,' the Beagle replies.. After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says 'So, what's your story?' The Beagle looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA and they had me sworn into the toughest branch of the armed services...the US Marine Corps. You know the reputation of the RECON? In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders; because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.
I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running, but the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger. So, I decided to settle down. I retired from the Marine Corps (8 Corps years is 56 dog years) and signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired.' The guy is amazed.. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog. 'Ten dollars,' the guy says. 'Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?'
'Cuz he's such a liar. He never did any of that stuff. He was in the Navy'
Sgt Grit, I'm sending pictures that were taken from Hill 34 while the ammo dump was exploding (16 photos). Semper Fi, Jim Herbst Sgt 7th Comm Bn - Co. A 1st ATs', 1st Tank Bn ( 3 Fingers C.O.P.) & 5th Comm Bn - Sept 68 to April 70
My Name is Cpl Renteria. I'm a Postal Chief here for my ship USS CLEVELAND. I'm currently deployed in on the 11th meu. I wanted to give you guys a shout cause a Marine before me passed me on some good information. He informed me that there was individuals that love helping the Marines. I'm the postal clerk here on the ship and I just wanted to get a hold of you guys cause every day I give out mail and I see how happy Marines get when they receive a letter.
Let me tell you a story about today. So I was doing my daily little run around the berthing's of the Marines delivering the moto mail. I later finished passing out mail and this Pfc. Comes up to me and ask me "excuse me Cpl" and I was like yes. He said who are these people that are writing to us. I told them its people who care about what you do. People who want interact with you and know how you're doing. He was like oh ok that's pretty kool lol. He was like are they pretty. I was like idk lol but they like writing to you guys haha he was like good to go that's kool of them they even gave me there email. I kinda just looked at him while he walked away. And well I was happy about my job.
I was happy that something so small as a letter could cheer a Marine up. So I want to try to do more than I do already for the Marines aboard my ship. I want to make sure all my Marines know there's people out there that care about them especially my grunts. So I kinda did some research and well I found you guys. I wanted to stretch my biggest thanks out to you guys for taking time out of your lives to write to these Marines and take care of them. I just wanted to tell you guys that if there's anything you guys need from me as the Postal Chief for all the Marines on Board The USS CLEVELAND please let me know I would be happy to help out. Even if it means staying up late night anything you guys needs let me know.
I think what you guys are doing is great. And I hope to see more of this for the Marines on this ship. You guys make a difference and I just wanted to let you guys know. You put smile on Marines faces. I have addresses for all units you let me know what you need and I'll get it for you asap.
USS CLEVELAND LPD-7
Note: You can take care of one of Cpl Renteria's Marines or other deployed Marines who need some encouragement... Just choose one of our Adopt a Marine packages and we'll get it to them!
Semper Fi, Sgt Grit
I entered Boot Camp at USMCRD-San Diego in Sept 1948. We came by train, were met by 2 1/2 T trucks at San Diego train station, taken to the Receiving Barracks. At that time, Tiny was the ncoic. He weighed about 300+ lbs. While we filled out forms that night, he strode atop the tables. When one recruit fainted, Tiny told him to fall out the open window so he wouldn't get blood on his floor.
When a group of us went to see about church on Sunday, we went with this Indian guy who was built like a cement block. Sadly, he walked in after knocking and it was the only time in my life I saw a man flying horizontally through the air.
Our platoon, 91, had three DIs. The senior DI was a WW2 vet, then a young sgt and a cpl. The young sgt was over 6 feet tall, slim and tended towards sadism. The cpl was a retread from the Army and easiest of the three. The sadist loved movies and took us every night he was on duty. I never saw a movie during Boot Camp as I fell asleep as soon as lights went off. When our battalion commander found out I had the highest scores every recorded he first suggested I go to OCS, but then he found I was 17, weighed in at 123, waist 26", he said, LATER. Then he suggested I go to ET school since he said the CG always took first places, the Marines last, so he wanted to break that tradition. So, I was off to ET School at Great Lakes.. corporal randall...
Not Much Else Makes Sense
I am a former Marine that has been doing carpentry work since my official release from shooting duty long ago. Some of my other short experiences have been printed in your newsletter. I have recently built a porch for two exemplary American women, one previous career Army now working for a defense contractor in Aberdeen, MD, and the other, a former career Marine and Marine Mom whose son was stationed in Iraq.
I have just been informed that her son, Joshua M. Kelly, 2nd Bn, 3rd Marines, F Co. KAT 1, unit 44055 has been wounded by an IED. He was riding on a HumVee and was wounded extensively in the lower legs when the IED exploded underneath the vehicle. I had just written him a simple Gyrene appreciation letter shortly before he was wounded. He is at Bethesda Naval Hospital undergoing necessary surgeries. He is expected to be reassigned to the Warrior Battalion when he gets out of Bethesda.
Not much else makes sense in this country these days but when a Marine gets wounded it reminds me of the constant sacrifice some of us continue to make. Sgt. Grit, I don't know where to leave this, except with you.
Garent Gunther, Sgt, USMC 68-70
Marine Corps Hating President
A Cpl. in your Newsletter of 27 Oct. said he asked a Retired Marine Lifer why the Marines hadn't been De-Commissioned and taken over by other services. Well we almost were. In 1947 a Marine Corps Hating President with a Democratic Congress almost did just that. Congress proposed that there would be a United States Armed Forces, No Army, Navy, Marines (the Air Force had not been formed yet, it was still U.S. Army Air Forces). The Marine Corps would be de-commissioned (if you want to use that term) and would not exist as the United States Marine Corps.
BUT the Marine Commandant, General Alex. A. Vandergrift (the Hero of Guadalcanal) made a speech to Congress. His speech was one of the Proudest Speeches ever made by any one in my estimation. I carried a copy of that speech for the balance of my 26 years service.
I still have that copy and if Sgt Grit wants it I will send it so you can put it in your Newsletter.
About the Yellow Foot Prints at San Diego, when I returned from Korea I was a DI at San Diego, as I really didn't like the Duty (who does) I applied for Recruiters School which at the time was at PI. We were Graduated from Recruiters School early because they had a flux of Recruits and not enough DI's. So all of us former DI's were put to work pushing Recruits. I never saw Yellow Foot Prints at San Diego or Parris Island during the Years of 1952-1953. Now at the age of 82 I still remember some of the sh&tbirds I pushed through both Boot Camps. I wasn't a CDI just a Jr. DI but Sh&tbirds are Sh&tbirds no matter what.
By the way, you should know the Marine Corps was limited to 75,000 Men during this period. The First Marine Div. was mostly on paper, less than 2 platoons per company, less than 2 companies in each Batt. When Korea started with a Bang, the 2nd MarDiv was Stripped to form the 1ST Marine Brigade to send to Korea. 2ND MarDiv Marines that were not selected for transfer, went over the hill and showed up at Camp Pendleton and turned themselves in hoping to get on board the 1ST Mar Brig, some did, some went straight to the Brig.
An AlMar Bul. of January 1950, said all Married Marines with less than 7 years duty, would be discharged at their request. How do I know this, I accepted the Discharge as I was a Corps. with about 4 years service and the wife and kids would get no Allotment if I was promoted. All part of the U.S. Armed Forces Deal being promoted by Truman and the Senate Dem's.
F. L. Rousseau, GySgt. Retired
Sarge: Just read "A History Lesson By Ed Fulwider" regarding the 1st Marines in Tientsin. My dad was not in the service but had a buddy who was evidently in the 1st, and sent him some pics from Tientsin (13 photos). They include a couple pics of the Marine (I do not know his name), and of the Jap surrender.
I arrived at Paris Island 9 July 1956 and there were no yellow foot prints to stand on. I remember are DI kicking us between our shoes to open up and stand at attention // That was a morning I will never forget.
Timothy Alexander Semper Fi
In response to Cliff Jobes "Smoking" on an Ambassadors invitation, in Latin American countries it means tuxedo or black tie! Obviously he is a "country boy" or does not speak Spanish.
Semper Fi !
'54 to '58
Was chasing down My Dog Joe this morning in Morada Kalifornia, when I met an old coot says he was in 5306 Provisional during WW2. Who has a tale to top that?
SSgt Rosenberger, USMC.
Sgt. Grit, I joined the Marine Corps in January 1956. I went through MCRD San Diego, we never heard HOORAH, Gung Ho was still the big motivator.
Stephen G. Banks 1582653. Sgt. E-4
Tell Gunny Kroll we didn't have a war in Korea. It was a UN run "police action".
Sgt C. W. Robertson
John Wayne was a hypocrite. He could have served, but he did not. Playing a Sergeant in the Sands of Iwo Jima was not the real thing. He never was a hero to me.
Sgt. Charlie Provow
Korea "Police Action", but the rounds fired at us were real.
Where was I? What happened? When did we change from my beloved "OUT-F**KING-STANDING!" ?? It always takes civilians an extra second or two to process...
(Please withhold my name. My DIs may be long gone, but my mother isn't.)
Greetings Sgt. Grit,
After reading the quote from the honorable General Peter Pace, I laughed until I cried.... God I needed that, you know what I mean?, a Marine is a Marine even 37 years later. Semper Fi, and carry on!
Byrnes, T.J.Jr. 72' - 74'
''been outnumbered'' 'and still here'
Staff member Erin really touched my heart, Made this old fart Marine water up; You have great folks working there.
former Sgt of Marines.
Navajo Nation mourns passing of Code Talker - Yahoo! News Article
The winning ticket for last night's $259.9 million Powerball jackpot was sold at a Murphy's USA (gas station) just a little ways outside the gate to Fort Jackson, the nation's largest U.S. Army base. Wouldn't it be a hoot if a Doggie is holding that winning ticket and he had just re-enlisted for six more years.
The Few. The Proud.
He served three tours of duty in Iraq, including the Second Battle of Fallujah. He also served in Panama and in the First Persian Gulf War. He honorably served his country as a Marine officer for over 20 years.
Read his story
Graduated Aug. 9th 1955 Platoon 45 MCRD Parris Island. I also ate 5 envelopes that had lipstick on the outside of the envelopes while in a duck walk position before I could read what was inside from Doris, my wife.
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