I entered the Corps on February 3, 1970, Parris Island, Platoon 218, A few weeks into training, I was introduced to “duck for dinner.” At first I thought wow wonder how these cooks are going to F _ _k up this meal. No not the case at all, the term means, that because the training schedule was tight, the platoon would “rangewalk” through the chow line and what ever each recruit could grab and eat and drink on the way to the exit was what you had for that meal. Our Drill Instructors would herd everyone through the process. What ever happens you wouldn’t want to be the last recruit to make formation. The Drill Instructor would take a quick head count, call everyone to attention, RIGHT FACE, forward march. At this phase there were 82 recruits, the entire event took under 25 minutes. I tell people about “suck for dinner” many can’t believe stuff like this happened.
And then there is always this:
The reason the U. S. Armed Forces have
difficulty in coordinating and cooperating
with each other is that they do not use the
same jargon, and misunderstandings
frequently occur. For example:
If you tell the U. S. Navy to SECURE a
building, they will simply turn out the
lights and lock the door.
I have a major concern. What happens when the dog is injured or not able to perform the duties he/she was trained for. Why doesn’t the DOD have a retirement program for the dogs? No injured dog should go with out the proper drugs or Vet support. They are no different than any other Combat Veteran, except they are on 4 legs. They should never be cast aside or destroyed due to inability to perform. Take care of them, find them a home and someone to care for them.
Always in uniform.!
Six of us flew from Kansas City in the Spring of 1962 on our way to S.D. MCRD. Our flight took us to Los Angeles and we had tickets in our package to catch a bus from there to San Diego. However, we got on the wrong bus and ended up at the Greyhound bus station in downtown L.A. We didn’t know what to do so I looked up the Marine Corps in the phone book and called the number. I explained our problem to the guy who answered and he said he would send someone to give us a ride to MCRD. What they sent was a Navy Shore Patrol paddy wagon! The the Navy cops shoved us in there and drove us to the receiving barracks. The optics were terrible. The D.I.s must have assumed we had gone AWOL and were captured and brought there. It was a very bad start.
The Basic Military Rules:
Marine Corps Rules:
01. Be courteous to everyone, friendly to no one.
02. Decide to be aggressive enough, quickly enough.
03. Have a plan.
04. Have a back-up plan, because the first one probably won’t work.
05. Be polite. Be professional. But, have a plan to kill everyone you meet.
Drafting men over 60—-this is funny & obviously written by a Former Soldier-
I am over 60 and the Armed Forces thinks I’m too old to track down terrorists. You can’t be older than 42 to join the military. They’ve got the whole thing ass-backwards. Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn’t be able to join a military unit until you’re at least 35.
Imagine putting your life into the paws of a Labrador retriever or German shepherd. Would you feel safe?
For many Marines this becomes their reality when deployed to a combat zone. German shepherds and Labrador retrievers are specially trained for drug detection, suspect apprehension and explosive detection.
A Marine’s Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give,
And had to see just who in this home did live.
Just read the article about the “Really Old Corps”. Made me smile with a strong inner sense of pride for having been in THAT Marine Corps, 1952-1955. I was not issued a Sam Browne Belt or Dress Blues but everything else in the article I remembered. I distinctly remember being one of about 6-7 men in my company in Korea still wearing boondockers and leggins in 1953. I had a Green Battle Jacket and wore it on R&R in Japan where I stood out like a sore thumb. Good memories all. Thanks .