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Some Christmas photos on Hill 300 overlooking the coal mine in
1967. Whiskey 3/11, pictures taken by J.Kisly
Maybe someone can id the others.
Can We Use My "Knife" To Cut The Cake?
By: Mike Mooney, Cpl. of The Marine Corps, 1959 - 65 - 2571
Judge Advocate, Det. 1163, Marine Corps League, Hickory, N.C.
As we Marines prepare to celebrate the birth of our Corps each
year we are sometimes amazed at the wide range of stories that
begin to emerge. Here in Hickory, North Carolina our detachment
has a genuine icon living in our midst and listed in our roster.
John Link, a verified member of the "Class of '34" who reached
the Warrant Officer rank of Gunner during his service, brought
one of the stories of the Battle of Iwo Jima to life at the
detachment's Marine Corps Ball.
The committee was just about finished with putting all of the
"ducks in a row" including lining up the NCO sword which would
be used to cut the birthday cake. That's when the Gunner threw a
curve ball. As he would be celebrated as the oldest Marine
present he asked if he could bring his own "knife" to cut the
cake. Commandant Greg Bridges couldn't turn down the request and
agreed. John Link, who enlisted in 1934, was "only" 94 years old
and it would be difficult to say "no."
For many years this spry and slender Marine had managed the
daily operation of his boiler installation and repair company, a
chore that he has since handed over to his daughter and son-in-
law. He still drops in to the shop each day for a cup of coffee
and some friendly chat with the employees. But I digress.
When John arrived the evening of the Ball he carried his "knife"
in its sheath with him. We were surprised when he handed it over
to the committee. This was a genuine Japanese Samurai sword that
he had captured during the battle of Iwo Jima between 19
February through 26 March, 1945. History tells us that the
United States sent more Marines to Iwo than to any other battle;
110,000 Marines in 880 ships that sailed from Hawaii to Iwo in
40 days.
He handed this "knife" to us adding a warning to treat it
carefully as it was still as sharp as a razor, a statement which
we had no reason to doubt. Later on that evening during the
ceremonies when the Gunner prepared to cut the cake he gave a
short comment of his experiences during the Battle of Iwo and
when he ended his poignant delivery he said, "...under an old
adage, To The Victor Go The Spoils." Gunner, you have earned the
spoils.
At this Birthday Ball we had the opportunity to hear Lt. Col.
(ret.) Joseph Shusko, Director of the Quantico-based Marine
Corps Martial Arts Center of Excellence (MCMACE) as our guest
speaker and at the cake cutting ceremony Lt. Col. Shusko joined
in with our oldest Marine present, Gunner John Link, a 94 year-
old member of the Class of '34, and the youngest Marine present,
Cpl. Jon Watts.
After the first three cuts were made, the chore of cutting the
cake was handed over to an NCO sword for the remainder of the
session. John Link, who jokingly said that at his age he doesn't
make any long-term commitments, enjoyed the rest of the evening
chatting with the Marines, their families and guests. Lt.
Col.Shusko was especially intrigued at the clarity of the
stories of that most important battle of WWII as he listened to
the Gunner.
This celebration of the founding of the United States Marine
Corps, memorializing those who have gone before us and those
Marines who wear the uniform around the world today is one that
will not soon be erased from our memories.
Semper Fidelis
Photo Caption:
As Gunner John Link prepares to cut the cake with his Samurai
sword, he recounts stories of the Battle of Iwo Jima. L-R:
(including those with back to camera) Lt. Col. (ret) Joseph
Shusko, Troy Spencer, Cpl. Jon Watts, Jim Holman, Gunner John
Link and Det. Cmdt. Greg Bridges.
Birthday Ball Photo Contest: Results
Results are in: See the winners.
New Corps Warrior with Ka-Bar
The young Marine I wrote you about several weeks ago, for whom I
bought the ka-bar, is now home with his family for the holidays.
I gave him the ka-bar at Christmas and he was very pleased with
it. I have included a photo of the two of us, Old Corps and New
Corps for your viewing pleasure. Hope you like it. L/Cpl Tyler
Liggett is a dedicated warrior and will go far should he decide
to stay in the Corps. He is intelligent, strong and ready to
serve his country.
S/Sgt. I. J. Oshana (Ret)
1952 - 1962, 2Bn, 1st Marines
Climbed In And Taxied Out
As an aircraft hydraulics mechanic with VMGR - 252 stateside, I
remember that if a few drops of hydraulic oil hit the deck after
an eight hour flight, we would have to change the "defective"
actuator. Not so with VMFA - 542 in Chu Lai. Replacement parts
were slow to arrive. On one occasion I remember am F-4 ready
for a mission except for a steady dribble of hydraulic oil from
one of the pumps. The pilot looked at it, turned to me and said
"there's enough oil in the tank to make the mission" and
climbed in and taxied out.
Semper Fi Do or Die Jim Moses 1966 - 1969
Spot On The Horizon
Fifteen years after WW II, 1958-'59, I was stationed at Camp
Koza, Okinawa with the 7th Engineers. Our job was to build a
network of roads to establish a northern training area. To move
our bull dozers north we loaded six of them on a landing craft
to make a landing at Ada, about 40 miles north on the east side
of the island. Unfortunately our destination became confused and
we wound up on the west side of the island and passed by the
island of Le-Shima where the Ernie Pyle memorial is located. We
made a landing near the present site of the Okuma resort which
was then an R&R area for officers. By the time we found out we
were in the wrong place our landing craft was only a spot on the
horizon.
By night fall they returned to find that the tide had gone out
and the wind had increased. They damaged the rudder and a prop.
The rain came and in the morning, in a gale force wind, we
finally were loaded and attempted to go around the northern tip
of the island. We were like a cork as we rode over giant waves
with the flat bottom craft. They called in a Navy escort as they
feared we may swamp with the waves crashing over the front of
the boat. We finally made it around the island and arrived at
Ada but they feared the boat was too damaged to make the landing
so we continued south to our original destination. We had
circled the island and we never heard who goofed, Marines or
Navy. Repairs took about a week and we left again going north
and about six hours later we were at our destination. I have
several slides of our work on a website that can be viewed,
http://mickmc.tripod.com/wing001.html
Gene Wing, USMC
Scheit-on-a-Shingle
Hi Sarge:
I, too, remember the S.O.S. as ground beef, and I also like it.
My wife has fixed it over the years for our family, but it was
made according to a recipe for Hamburger Hash .
On the matter of Horse C--K, our mess hall served it on Sunday
evening. That's the night when you could find a seat almost
anywhere in the place.
One Sunday evening, the place had visitors. Seems there was an
English ship in port (Norfolk Naval Base) and some of the Royal
Marines from the ship were invited to our barracks as guests.
They were in the mess hall that evening just 'enjoying' the meal
of Horse C--K, hot coffee, etc. One of them remarked to those
at the table how delicious the food was. They never had it so
good where they were 'back home'. 'WE' never did learn what
they were fed so that we could appreciate our Horse C--K!
Horse C--K is Horse C--K, no matter how it's prepared, right?
Not so, according to some.
Chris Savas, S Sgt.
1946-1952
What??? Illumination rounds???
Hey Sgt. Grit, Awesome newsletter you put out, the stories
always remind me how great it is to be a U.S. Marine. You
requested stories from cannon cockers and being an 0811 (gun-
rock) for 4 years I have a couple but the first one that came to
mind took place in Iraq about 2 weeks into the invasion back in
'03.
I left NC in Aug '02 for a 6 month Med. float which got extended
and we entered Iraq when we were supposed to be already home, I
have to tell you we were PUMPED! to finally get some, so we off
loaded the howitzers and rolled north. It seemed like every day
we got the "Marines, today you cross the line of departure"
speech and "Marines, every convoy that has gone through this
city has been ambushed" and so on. But nothing happened to us,
I dunno why but for some reason we got halfway to Baghdad
without firing a shot. We all just wanted to shoot something.
Then one night about midnight I heard gunfire, it was coming
from a long way off, from a city about 5 miles away that we were
set up outside of. Then It happened I heard the familiar long
beep followed by "Fire Mission" come from the hooks. What I
heard next would be the source of jokes upon my return to Camp
Lejeune. "2 rounds, ILLUM" What??? Illumination rounds???
Apparently our only "shots fired" would just be lighting up the
sky to shut up some Iraqi hooligans making too much noise. I
was not happy but I have to say, as I watched the first round
pop and float down it was pretty amazing to witness and it made
all the bugs, the no sleep and no food all worth it. I can
still close my eyes and drift away to that time in my past and
remember it in every detail.
A few days later we parked our howitzers and had the honor of
serving as riflemen, kicking down doors and other cool things
Marines do but returning home the word got out that the only
artillery we shot was ILLUM rounds. The other units called us
"night-lite" ha, I know it's pretty funny, but I just smile and
think "your d*mn right".
Semper Fi Marines
Sgt Staples
'00-'04
"No Black Shoe Navy"
Hey Grit;
While on maneuvers in Cubi Point, PI. in 1956 we shared the base
with the Sea Bees (MCB-3). I was with VMA-121 out of Iwakuni,
Japan. We soon noticed that the Sea Bees had a very strong
dislike for certain people, such as; "black shoe" sailors,
civilians, and military dependents. We, as Marines, were
"tolerated".
The town outside the base was Olongapo. There were always
scuffles between the Marines and the Sea Bees in the bars.
Every once in a while the Sea Bees would suck up to us and buy
us drinks. We soon learned that this was a sign that a Navy
ship was due to call and these guys were looking for help in
the future fights that were sure to take place. I often wonder
if the sailors knew what was in store for them once they hit the
town. During one of the ship's visits, the Sea Bees took a
rubber boat out to the ship and painted "Can Do" on its side.
The next morning there was H---- to pay. Once the ship left
port then it was "business as usual" as far as the relationship
between Marines and MCB-3.
The Sea Bees built a dirt road, back in the jungle, about 3
miles from the base. They built a dam on this stream and
created a fantastic swimming hole that looked like something out
of a Tarzan movie. For those old timers who can remember the
Burma Shave signs along the highways........ this dirt road was
lined with the same type of signs. They said, "No Sailors",
"No Black Shoe Navy", "No Civilians", "No Sand Crabs",
"Marines OK".
The base ran "cattle cars" to and from town for liberty. A
bunch of us were heading back to the base, one night, and there
was standing room only in the cattle car. I pulled out a
cigarette but had no matches so I tapped this guy on the
shoulder and asked, "Hey sailor, got a light ?" I never even
saw it coming but when I woke up, my buddy told me that the Sea
Bee said, "Don't ever call me a sailor again". That was the
only time in my life that someone put my lights out and I will
never forget.
Semper Fi
Sid Gerling
Sgt of Marines
1406162
Asked What Did The Corps Offer
Sgt. Grit;
In 1956, just out of High School, myself and two buddies were
spear fishing for Striped Bass at the Jersey Shore in Long
Branch.
When we got ready to leave someone mentioned visiting the Armed
Forces Recruiters, so we did.
We went to the Army, Air Force and Navy recruiting stations
asking what they offered.
Finally we walked into the Corps Recruiting Station and asked
what did the Corps offer.
The Recruiter was a Gunnery Sergeant with a waxed handlebar
mustache and his reply was ,instantly,
"What the h&ll makes you all so sure that you could be a
Marine".
Reaction, get out of the way, where do we sign.
Best and the most rewarding decision I ever made.
In Parris Island, in reception, first reaction was , "What the
h&ll am I doing here".
Then I started to earn the title of U.S. Marine (as we all did)
and benefited from it throughout my lifetime!
Semper FI
Cliff Jobes
1956-1965
All My Whining
Hey Grit,
July, 1969, An Hoa Combat Base, I CORP, 3rd 8 inch How. Btry
(SP) Capt. Hudiberg was our CO......I'm a FNG 0811 learning the
A gunner job on gun 1. During a fire mission one night, after
loading a round and powder charge, I had closed and locked the
breechblock, was leaning down and inserting a primer when we had
a rocket hit just outside the gun pit (charles was returning
fire). Not sure if the concussion from the explosion or him just
ducking down, but the gunner accidently depressed the hydraulic
lever that operated the ramming chain at the precise moment that
my hand was down in front of the breech block. Result: squashed
hand...several broken bones and a puncture wound.(no purple
heart, heh). Medivaced to 1st MED in DaNang and got it wrapped
and set, to return a week later with a NO DUTY CHIT. In typical
Marine Corps fashion, the powers that be decided that I was of
no use to the gun platoon, so I was transferred back to the
Northern Artillery Cantonment (HQ Btry) to be the S-3 Admin. as
a typist.....go figger. Hunt and Peck for 3 months before the
wrapping and cast removed from left hand. All my whining to no
avail....never did get sent back to the guns. Ended up on the
Battery REACT squad.
I'm currently a contractor in Afghanistan (starting my 5th year)
at F.O.B. Organ-E. These young hard chargers are still getting
it done. Cmdnt Conway and the Sgt Major came to our camp last
year(when I was at Kandahar) and I got my picture taken with
them and got a coin from each. I can now die happy! OOORAH!
Photo L to R.... Me, Sgt. Major, 1st Sgt Leon Wright (retired),
the Commandant, M/GySgt Fred Coburn (retired)
Deck, A.C., 2504732 USMC NCOAD (not currently on active duty)
Never Did Get The Smell Out
The readers are correct it was the final test for recruits at PI
before graduation. I was A DI at PI from April 73- July 76. You
had the gas chamber and other stations testing your knowledge.
It was a two day event- I am not sure when it was changed to the
Crucible- but know my nephew went thru that experience in the
early 90's. For those recruits with problems during boot camp
there was the Special Training Branch (STB). It had the
Motivation (MRP), Correctional Custody (CCP), Medical Rehab
(MRP), Physical Conditioning (PCP), and Academic (APP) Platoons
in it.
I worked PCP from June 74-July 76 as a DI. We also assisted the
MRP DI's when they took "problem" recruits on what was known as
1 day Mot- a ten mile force march- then PT- then a crawl thru
the Motivation Ditch- 460 yards of mud, barb wire, swamp water,
and smoke grenades. If a recruit refused we were the only DI's
at the time authorized by SOP to lay hands on a recruit.
Motivation Platoon was discontinued in late 75 or early 76 after
a recruit in San Diego died in their MRP. The ditch was there
one day and bulldozed in the next. The recruits that went thru
the Mot Ditch never did get the smell out of their utilities- us
DI's had one old set we would change into before getting in the
ditch. Those were the fun days. I worked regular platoons in 2nd
Bn before transferring to STB. Worked Plts 216, 217, & 2006.
D Jones 1stSgt Ret
Here We Go Again
Hello SGT Grit. Here we go again. The true "Walking Dead"
Marines were the 3/9 3rd MARDIV in DaNang year of 65/66. The
1/9 stole this name when they had to augment the decimation of
3/9 after "Harvest Moon" I am one of the remaining true members
of this elite group of Marines. I SURE WISH this would be SET
STRAIGHT one day.
2nd Platoon, Mike Co., 3/9 3rd MARDIV...65/66
Kenneth K. Raglind
From Our New Facebook Page
Today's question was "Anyone care to share the
amazing/hilarious/scary things your DIs said during boot camp?"
From the recruits:
-You will be doing pushups till I get tired
-We had two in our platoon, "Archikavitz" and "Wilenciwitz" (I
don't know if the spelling is correct) but our DI's called them
private's "Alphabet A to Z" and "Alphabet W to Z!"
-We had a guy in the platoon with the last name of "Pyle." The
DI's didn't call him "Gomer" however, because they said that
"Gomer" had already graduated from Recruit Training. Our "Pyle"
was known as "Guber" because everyone knew he hadn't been trough
boot camp yet! They put that poor guy through h&ll!
-We had a recruit in dire need of some dental work... he was
Recruit Alien. Another recruit was one of the shortest in the
platoon, but had the deepest voice. He was Recruit Lurch.
Recruits Alien and Lurch were half of the 'Quartet'. Our DIs
would call the Quartet up to the quarterdeck and have them sing
while they were pushing... then push us for laughing...
-I was once told of a DI who was getting aggravated because the
recruits were messing up drill. The day was overcast, so the DI
had everyone group up and touch their barrels to the guidon tip.
He then proceeded to ask GOD to strike the bunch of them down
right now. Well, as luck would have it, lightning did strike a
berm about 200 yards away! The DI then turned in that direction
and shouted "No you SOB, over here!" The recruits very quickly
ran straight back to the squad bay!
-One of Drill Instructors 2 floors above me had the worst luck
when I was there...It was his first platoon and it did not start
out well...First off, he looked like Droopy the Dog...then he
was walking really fast down the squad bay & slipped and went
flying straight up in the air...Then he kicked a footlocker to
scare a recruit & his foot went through the footlocker's wall &
he got his foot stuck...Not the best way to start your DI
career...
-YOUR NOSE HAIRS! The Drill Instructor said, TRIM THEM, I can
RAPEL OFF those things!
-After PT our DI's made us switch PT gear with the recruit
across from us and made us wear it the rest of the day
-We had one recruit who was always the last one to get his Alice
pack completely packed and ready to go. One time, one of my DI's
was so furious that he made the recruit crawl into his Alice
pack. I sh!t you not the kid got all the way in there he was so
scared.
-we had a DI during third phase catch a recruit touching his
face while we were cleaning our rifles and he made him dump his
war bag and crawl inside. Ha-ha then after he wasn't satisfied
cuz his head was still pokin out so he yelled "HEFFINGTON! GET
IN UR Cargo Pocket RIGHT NOW!"
-One time on Parris Island we were marching back from the rifle
range when our SSgt. Johnson gave the order to post road guards.
One of the road guards ran to the completely opposite side of
the road, SSgt. Johnson shouted at him, "Oh, real stinkin' good
there bright one, what are ya waitin' for British traffic?!"
Quite a few of us spent some time on the quarterdeck for trying
to hold back bustin' our gut in formation.
-From a DI: My sister can climb the rope faster than that.......
and she's dead!
-Are you doing pull ups or are you practicing to be a stinking
Christmas ornament?
-We are doing PUSH UPS boy.... not making love to the
deck!
-Is that your stinking leg or an Irish pennant?
-Tell your recruiter to come to your graduation boy so I can
beat him too!
-Why are you trying to camouflage your skivvies son? There's a$s
paper in the head!
-My wife doesn't stare at me that good boy!
-I always waited for the first sh!t bird to ask for an
*Emergency* head call. Oh... it's an emergency? Sir yes sir! Go
get your stinking moonbeam. Put that red lens in now. Push that
button up one notch. Push that button in and out. FASTER. Now
hold it up to your forehead son. Now run around the squad bay
making siren noises. Louder... faster....... LOUDER........
FASTER!
That would ALWAYS be the last emergency head call the nasties
would ask for.
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Mingling of the Minds And Hearts
Let me begin with a, "Semper Fi" instead of ending with it.
Jeeeez, people! Every Thursday I get this newsletter and I
enter another dimension.
When I was 'in' I wanted 'out'. After I got 'out' I missed
being 'in'. To this day, Being a Marine still affects me and
I'm now 60.
I read these stories, memories, feelings, associations, and
mingling of the minds and hearts of my brother and sister
Marines and every single person in whatever manner that comes
into contact them in any way, shape or form, and GOD! am I
affected!
I laugh, and I most definitely cry...sometimes for a long time.
All of your postings here are a blessing to me, and I love each
and every one of you for it.
It takes one to know one.
Thanks, and Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and all that good
stuff.
Michael J Nichols
ROV '69-'70
Jarheads Bar
This is my bar. There are many like it but this one is mine!
This is Jarheads bar. Dedicated and decorated in USMC. Thank you
for contributing to my delinquency Sgt. Grit. Located in my
basement in Illinois, it is for family, friends and brothers.
See more photos...
Cpl. C.A. Raices
4/14 0844
'79-'85
Your Wife Is Warm
Sgt Grit,
This is the 20th of December 2009 and not looking back but 59
years ago this now 76 year old Marine was 18 and in the company
of many Marines illegally recalled up over night by then
President Truman. And though they the recallees had been out of
the Corps since 45 and or so and working not as Marines and as
the war with Japan had been one of hot and sweltery and on
island rocks. But this date in Korea with the poorest of
equipment no foot wear, no cold weather outer wear, and long
johns that had been on for weeks, frozen hands and frost bitten
feet, k-rations and c rations. If one were lucky a canteen cup
of coffee made from drum from a make shift galley of sorts, and
Mr Harry Truman, the leader of the free world, who hated our
beloved Corps. But there were no groaning, for there were to our
delight ample of targets to fire at if the m1 would fire and the
ice could be melted on the light machine guns.
Us of the north such as I from WVa could be heard "wow what a
pile of snow", but those rebels of Miss, Louisana and such were
heard to be calling out "what the h&ll is this white stuff". The
bodies of the dead stacked like cord wood had no worries and the
Gks, be they North Koreans or Chinese, did not mind it at all
for they were protecting their home land from such as we. The
song "audi dong'' could be heard from far and wide, for they
had loud speakers to broadcast such. And also such niceties as
to say your wife and or your sweet heart is all warm and nice
tonight with your best friend.
Yes many of us survived and some such as I stated for twenty or
even more to get even. And now when to the VA we do go for our
frozen hands and feet problems, and are told by a middle eastern
doctor who's country our brothers are now fighting to preserve
say to us why you b!tch about your frozen hands and feet Marine
doggie or such, for you were not drafted into the Korean
conflict you enlisted to go and fight. So b!tch no more, take
two aspirins and come back no more. Yes the politicians provide
money for flower beds and such at our VA hospitals, but the care
we need takes two to five years for some bureaucrat somewhere in
between his coffee and cigarettes to stamp need more evidence.
Here in my area there are still 10 of us Frozen Chosin and would
we do it all over bet your sweet azs, for we did as our brothers
of the big wars do. Did it to our best and now that we are more
than lame and bed ridden and the nurse says take your pill honey
and you will not mind your missing feet and hands. We say to
each and every man woman in the middle east: Be well, aim well,
and return in tact as much as possible.
With a most sincere Semper Fi
Nile White, Oral Herrod, Jack Lawson, Angelo Anakaskasis,
Russel Romano, George Heitz, Hillis Howel
and the rest of the WVa Chosin Few
God Bless Mele Kalikimaki and Semper Fi
Korean War - F-86 - Cool Paint Job!
Short Rounds
the message from Sgt. L.G. Perkins of corpsman being Marines
heroes really touched me. I am one of those corpsman, and look
to the Marine Corps as heroes, because even though we were not
in any conflict in 56 to 58 I was treated as a brother Marine
and still feel as though I am still one. Am very proud to have
served with the Marines. I may be Navy but a big part of me is
Marine OOO-RAH
GFry HM3 1954-1958
Do you know what 1969 Woodstock and 1969 Vietnam had in common,
attendance. There were as many people who attended the 3 day
rock festival as in all of Vietnam. I served in both, I left for
Parris Island December 1969
Mike B.
USMC 69-71 100% DV
Every week at church during "meet and greet time" I have to say
this when I meet new people.
What??
Say that again!
I didn't hear you.
This is my good ear.
A little louder please!
I'm sorry but there is so much noise around here with everyone
talking.
Vince E. Fischelli, Sr.
1555253
U.S. Marines '56-'63
When I was going thru DI School at PI in 1952, we were told that
when Marines STOP complaining, that's when we should start
really worrying about them!
Robert E (Bob) Gordon
Don:
Thanks so much for forwarding the e-mail from my old Recon buddy
Sgt. Ed Foley. Very much appreciated, and looking forward to
hearing all about his life since he left the Corps. Thanks again
for getting us connected. Wishing you and yours a very Merry
Christmas & Happy New Year.
PS:
I continue to read and love the newsletter and everything it
represents.
Thank You so much for all you do.
Paul O'Brien-Kinsey
I remember Christmas in 1950 after we got out of the Chosin
Reservoir. It was both a happy one that we got out, but also a
sad one remembering all those we lost.
A. J. Knappmeyer
MSgt. USMC Ret.
During the Korean War, I attended Electronic School at Treasure
Island, joined the West Coast USMC Drill Team. Are They still
going? Does anyone have any contacts?
Walt
I want to thank you and pray for you this Xmas season.
Cpl. Neil R. Nugent a Canadian that proudly served in USMC.
Semper-Fi Gals & guys.
I find it funny to see all these young Marines referring to
themselves as the "Old Corps". If you have a SS# and not a
Serial Number, you're NOT the old Corps.
Darrell McCulley Corporal, 1961-1965 Serial Number 1957073.
I'm sure there are a lot of lower numbers than mine. Let's hear
them Old Corps.
Darrell
Re the article on BAR's by G.D. Olson. I was in A Co. 1st Bn.
3rdMar. (5th Mar.Regt.) 1st Mar.Div.FMF at Camp Margarita,
CamPen in 59 & 60 and coached BAR's, wasn't any talk of doing
away with them at that time.
Dennis R. Smith 1694385
Cpl. USMC
Bill must have been aboard ship. The cream chipped beef recipe
was called fore skins on a raft. Chipped beef was dried and much
easier to store that ground beef, that had to be refrigerated.
Another Swabbie item was bulkhead patches, pancakes.
G. Vaughn 1441537
My Alive Day
by Jim Hackett
Sgt. USMC
OK, those who have been there know that the craziest crap
happens at the worst possible time. Sometimes it's your fault
and sometimes somebody else does something so stupid it defies
the imagination. No matter whose fault it is, you are left
holding the crappy end of the stick.
Hopefully, no one except the enemy gets killed because of it.
January 6, 2010 will be the 40th Anniversary of my Alive Day.
The Alive Day concept came to my attention while reading about
some wounded Marine Warriors at Bethesda Naval Hospital. They
came up with the idea to celebrate the day they were WIA and
survived, calling it their "Alive Day". Beats "Dead Day" all to
h&ll.
Forty years ago I was coming up on my 14th month in country with
11th Marines. I was NCOIC of a ten man Counter Mortar Radar
(CMR) team at LZ Ross, a rundown former US Army artillery
support base located in the Que Son Valley about thirty five
miles southwest of DaNang, Vietnam.
Our Korean war vintage MPQ-10 radar system was situated about a
hundred yards in from the perimeter and we scanned the skies
nightly for incoming mortar rounds. This cranky piece of vacuum-
tubed garbage looked impressive enough wagging back and forth,
but to my mind it was a big sh!t magnet - hard to maintain,
difficult to run and a h&ll of a target for the NVA. Oh, well.
In the Marine Corps you work with what you got, right?
My CMR unit was attached to 1st Battalion, 7th Marines and as a
Team Chief I got to sit in on daily briefings at the Battalion
Combat Operations Center (COC). In December of 1969, we were
briefed 1st Mar Div Intelligence had tracked elements of the
409th Local Force VC Battalion from their usual area of
operation in Quang Tin Province and were now believed headed in
our direction.
I got back to my team and told them we needed to better prepare
in case we got hit. During heavy monsoon rains and cold windy
weather at the end of the month we reinforced our position and
dug deeper fighting holes next to the radar. Everybody was
b!tching about the work and nobody was happy about filling
sandbags in the rain, but tough t!tty. I was the Sergeant and
that's the way it was going to be. Little did I know it at the
time, but the extra effort and all that rain wound up saving our
azzes big time.
I had a buddy over in 7th Marines from boot camp who scammed a
couple of extra cases of M26 grenades and ammo for us. At the
time, M16 ammo came in bandoliers with each pouch containing 20
rounds packaged in a paper box with stripper clips for easier
magazine loading. The grenades came in a wooden ammo crate
inside round cardboard and tin containers. To get the grenade
out, you had to remove the tightly packed container by twisting
the top off. This took time and I didn't want to waste any if I
needed a grenade in a hurry.
While up north on the DMZ earlier in my first tour, I'd seen a
neat trick to insure frags were readily available in case the
doo doo hit the revolving mechanism. After taking the pre-
packaged ammo out of the cloth bandolier, you could slip several
M26 fragmentation grenades into the empty bandolier pouches.
When needed, grab the bandolier and off to war you go. I told
one of my Lance Corporals to load up four bandoliers with frags
and place one at each end of the two tents we were using.
Here's where the story gets interesting. This particular Lance
Corporal, who will remain nameless to protect the guilty, told
me he thought it was crazy to put live grenades into bandoliers.
"What if a grenade falls out and hits the ground", he whined.
"The pin could jar out and explode. It would be safer to keep
them in the cardboard containers."
The answer was, "No, do what I tell you, Marine". This guy was
probably my biggest complainer and he had an irritating way of
flinching every time the arty battery next to us fired. Not the
sharpest knife in the drawer, either.
What happened next is chronicled in the US Marine Corps History
and Museums publication U.S. Marines in Vietnam - Vietnamization
and Redeployment, 1970-1971 by Graham A. Cosmas and Lieutenant
Colonel Terrence R Murray, USMC.
"On 6 January 1970, sappers of the 409th Local Force VC
Battalion, supported by a mortar detachment from an unidentified
VC or NVA unit, came out of the southern hills to attack LZ
Ross.
During heavy monsoon rains which masked their approach, between
20 and 30 NVA and VC regulars in five-man teams crept up to the
outer perimeter wire and quietly cut their way through at
several points. Dressed in black or green shorts and bandannas,
barefooted, and laden with grenades and satchel charges, they
entered the perimeter without alerting the defenders. At 0130,
the first rounds of a supporting mortar barrage exploded on the
base and sappers outside the perimeter opened fire with RPGs and
small arms. The infiltrators went into action, hurling
explosives into bunkers, Southeast Asia huts, offices, and
vehicles. They concentrated on the counter mortar radar, the
battalion combat operations center, and the artillery
positions."
I was rudely awakened at 0130 by a stupendous blast which
collapsed the small CP tent I lived in with Sgt. Jim Bailey, a
good friend and a great radar technician. A bookshelf between
our two cots built out of artillery ammo crates by Bailey
shielded me from most of the explosion. Bailey, unfortunately,
took the brunt of it. Later, I found out the NVA had thrown
satchel charges into both our tents and was the opening salvo of
their attack on LZ Ross.
Crawling out from under the collapsed tent canvas into a
drizzling rain, I could not believe my eyes. Our generator was
on fire, my beautiful wing tank shower was blown up, and mortar
rounds were impacting the immediate area.
I rolled into one of our two sandbagged fighting holes and
landed on top of two of my enlisted team members. Both had been
on radar watch, but abandoned the scope and jumped into the
bunker on hearing the first explosions. I had dragged my rifle
and .45 with me, but saw no one else had any weapons. Six
Marines occupied our other bunker and had no weapons either. I
was not happy.
I yelled at the other bunker to get back to their blown up tent
and retrieve rifles, ammo and grenades. I low crawled back to
mine and grabbed two bandoliers of grenades and a weapon, then
made it back to the bunker with Sgt. Bailey who was seriously
wounded and missing part of his right hand. I gave Bailey's
rifle to another Marine and hastily bandaged his hand which was
bleeding profusely. As I wrapped the bandage, Bailey asked me
for a favor. "Please, he said, point that .45 somewhere else".
I realized while I was wrapping the bandage with one hand, I had
my pistol in my other hand cocked and off safety aimed right at
his head. I still have nightmares about that!
By now, the enemy had passed through our radar site and was in
the process of attacking the battalion CP and a section of
Seabees further inside the base. Friendly fire was impacting
our position. Somebody started firing a recoilless rifle at
enemy to our rear adding to the confusion. I about crapped my
pants when a rocket-propelled recoilless round passed by me at
shoulder level.
About this time I heard a strange hissing sound and saw a small
flash of light in front of our bunker. I peeped over the
sandbags and saw three NVA walking around like they owned the
place. They were half naked and had large canvas bags slung over
their bare chests. In the bags were explosive charges, which
they were tossing at the radar and our bunkers.
I brought my rifle up and put a full magazine downrange (every
time I see that Sgt. Grit T shirt saying, "When in Doubt, Empty
the Magazine", I have to laugh).
All three dropped to the ground as soon as I started firing.
I'm pretty sure I missed all of them because they continued to
hurl more stuff at us from a ditch about fifteen yards to our
front. Oddly, none of the stuff they were throwing exploded.
One or two of them hissed and fizzled, but no bang, thank God.
I snatched up one of the grenade bandoliers with the idea to
return the favor. I yanked the first one out of the pouch and
went through the mental drill all of us were taught. Pull pin,
throw grenade. Yell "Grenade". Count to five. Wait for it to
go off. And wait, and wait. What the F? Must be a dud. Grab
another grenade, Chuck it. No explosion. Double what the F?
Throw another one. Then another. Nothing!
The nameless Lance Corporal whom I had instructed to prep the
grenade bandoliers was in the bunker with me. He said something
like, "Sergeant, I know what the problem is. Take the tape off
the grenade before you throw it." I looked down at the grenade
in my hand just pulled out of the bandolier. There was a band
of electrical tape wound around the body of the grenade and the
spoon. TRIPLE WHAT THE F!
The Lance Corporal said, "I was afraid they would go off in the
bandoliers, so I taped all of them up for safety".
I had just thrown four grenades at the enemy with spoons taped
up. It's raining and it's wet. The grenades are wet. The tape
will loosen and the grenades will eventually go off. But they
ain't gonna go off any fricking time soon! I wanted to strangle
this guy.
The other Marines frantically un-wrapped the remaining grenades
and handed them to me. I threw three more and this time they
went off. We had no more activity to our front after that. The
rest of the night into the next day went by in a blur, but I do
remember praying for dawn.
I also remember sitting in that bunker, seething mad at myself
for everything that went wrong. We had gotten our azses kicked
in a very bad way and I was responsible for the actions of my
team. They were trained as radar operators and had very little
in the way of infantry training prior to going to Viet-Nam. All
they had was an abbreviated two week ITR and a one week
orientation at Pendleton before deployment. Also, this incident
happened at a very bad time for the Marine Corps. The war had
lost all support at home (sound familiar?) and we had discipline
problems, drugs, racial issues and fraggings going on. I had
considered making the Marine Corps my career, but it was after
my less than stellar performance as leader of this motley crew,
I decided not to re-up.
Back to the more humorous aspect of this story. In the morning,
I looked around and there was a lot of strange looking stuff
strewn about our area. Interspersed with my taped up grenades
were several unexploded ChiComs and what looked to be hastily
improvised explosive devices. Some were made of discarded soda
and beer cans. There were also a couple of long pipes, later
identified as un-exploded Bangalore torpedoes, shoved under our
tents and equipment
Fearing the taped up M26's with the pins pulled lying on wet
ground might go off, I got on the horn and requested EOD
respond. When they got there, the Gunny in charge asked me if I
knew anything about the taped up grenades. I can't remember
what I told him, but I know I had a red face while doing it.
I think his comments to me after his people cleaned up the
explosive devices kind of summed up the whole episode. He told
me we were d*mn lucky to be alive. The enemy had attacked under
the cover of heavy rain and much of their explosives were
rendered useless by moisture. Our Counter Mortar Radar was the
primary target and bore the brunt of the initial assault. The
enemy timing was screwed up as well. The sappers hit us at the
same time their mortar barrage landed. Several were killed by
their own fire.
Bottom line, if it weren't for the rain, a disorganized enemy
and forcing my guys to build bunkers and fill sandbags, my
writing career would have been over long ago.
Sadly, thirteen Marines lost their lives that night and we had
over thirty wounded. Enemy casualties were estimated at forty
KIA. Sgt. Bailey was med-evac'd at first light and that was the
last I ever saw of him. I've tried over the years to look him
up on various websites and buddy locators, but no luck. Jim, if
you are reading this, get in touch, will ya?
I'm attaching a picture of some of the unexploded ordinance EOD
gathered together to blow in place. One of those taped up M26
Fragmentation Grenades is visible in the center of the picture.
Also pictured - our sandbagged Radar (before getting nuked) and
our personnel tent at LZ Ross, blown to h&ll by mortars and
satchel charges on my Alive Day, January 6, 1970.
Moral of the story, check your weapons and ammo every day. Dig
deep holes. Trust no one to do a critical job without
supervision. Say your prayers and God Bless the Marine Corps!
Semper Fi
Jim Hackett
Used To Complain
And I used to complain about a 60-pound pack w/radio....
s/Denny
Oh, to be a mortar man again. So much fun: View the Photo
"U.S. Marine Cpl. Brian Knight, of Cincinnati, Ohio, with the 2nd
Marine Expeditionary Brigade, 1st Battalion 5th Marines, pauses
briefly in the heat to rest with his heavy pack filled with
mortar equipment, ammunition, food, and water in the Nawa
district in Afghanistan's Helmand province on July 4, 2009." (AP
Photo/David Guttenfelder) from
David Guttenfelder Photographer Collection
Pieces Of Radio Transmission
Here it is Christmas again, 2009, and every Christmas old
memories get into my mind. Christmas 1967 will always be stuck
in my mind. Our unit, CAC Alpha 2, just several miles from Phu
Bai and Hue, in I Corp. My killer team had just finished a
night ambush and returned to our base camp. At sunrise a supply
truck arrived and Marines begin unloading supplies, Ammo, C-
rats, and such and on board was a Army LT. assigned to Physops
warfare. Why, I have no idea, but since we were soon going to
send out a four man killer team on day recon patrol, the Army
Lt. asked to go along since he had never been in the bush, never
been on a patrol.
A couple Marines due to go on the day recon patrol were sick,
very sick, and two men in my Killer team said they would go even
though they had been up all night and only a couple hours sleep.
Those two men were Phillip Burrell and Gon Trimble. Both
outstanding Marines.
The day recon patrol left heading towards the area of the
Perfume river that ran south out of Hue. The patrol reached
their check points and called in on the prc 10 radio they
carried, but sometimes the radio acted up and was not clear, but
they continued. Maybe two hours into the patrol, the Patrol
called in and said they had taken fire from several VC and were
running towards the river with the Patrol chasing them. At the
base camp, all men were awaked in case we needed to go to their
aid and Headquarters in Phu Bai was notified of the contact with
the enemy.
Next we heard was only bits and pieces of radio transmission
that we finally understood that 3 VC had entered boats and
headed across the river and the patrol was still chasing them.
The patrol was told NOT TO CROSS THE RIVER as that was enemy
controlled, but sadly, we could not get a reply that they got
the order. The radio was scratchy, only some words coming
across and finally we heard that the patrol had crossed the
river in other boats and was chasing the 3 VC towards a tree
line.
You have to see the picture in your mind, four Marines and 3
Popular forces and one ARMY LT. in a chase after 3 VC. The next
thing we hear over the radio is " WE are taking heavy fire,
pinned down, need help, heavy fire from the tree line". Then
the radio cut off!
The NCOIC called in for arty to hit the tree line and soon 105
rounds were hitting the area of the tree line. About 30 mins.
later, with no more radio transmissions from the patrol, two
choppers arrived at our base camp and we loaded onto one of them
and the other chopper was loaded with a squad of Marines from
Phu Bai. We flew to the area near the tree line and bullet
holes quickly appeared into the sides of the chopper we were on.
WE landed, unassed off the back of the chopper, and got behind
rice dikes and started firing into the tree line.
Very heavy fire came from the tree line at us, and we returned
fire, and shortly 2 F4B Phantoms came racing in and dropped
bombs and napalm into the tree line and the heavy fire stopped.
We checked the area and found Marine Phillip Burrell dead along
with a Marine Named Baker(if my memory is correct). The bodies
was recovered and we got back on the choppers and returned to
our base camp.
Later we found out what had occurred. The day recon patrol had
crossed the river, chased the 3 VC near a tree line and was hit
with heavy enemy fire. Burrell was killed quick, along with
Baker, and Gon Trimbel and the pig man(M-60) named Sawyer and
the Army Lt. had retreated to the river. Sawyer had been hit
bad with heavy machine gun fire in his legs, but managed to get
back to the river and dog paddle across. Gon Trimble pulled
Sawyer and the Army Lt. back across the river.(TRIMBLE would
later receive the Bronze Star for his actions that day). Of
course the PF's had ran away at the first bullet fired.
Bottom line is this, across the river we later found out was a
Company of VC and NVA who were headed towards Hue for the TET
offensive of 68 and our men tangled with them. A later sweep of
the tree line revealed over 50 bodies of the enemy who were
killed by the US jets and of course I believe by our men
fighting for their lives.
Phillip Burrell and I use to sit down and talk about back home,
he from Boston, and of course me from Texas. Talked about
family, friends, and shared a mashed up cake sent to him from
his grandmother. This was just prior to Christmas of 1967. To
be honest, I hope and pray that those memories will never go
away from me, not the death part, but the talks about family,
home, hopes and wishes.
Old Marine Jim "TEX" Lyles- CAC- Alpha 2.
Go Vertical
As part of TRAEX 1-56 and 1st Bn 10th Marines, I was assigned to
the Counter Mortar Radar Operator section of H&S Battery. We had
taken up a position on a prominence overlooking a small bay of
the blue Caribbean and began tracking arty rounds, locating
their origination point with our six-by full of computer gear
(yes, we had them even back then). The transceiver antenna (that
soup-bowl looking thingy) normally oscillated side-to-side. Our
training was that if it ever started to go vertical, get out of
Dodge - pronto, because the round is headed in our direction.
A U.S Navy LSD (Landing Ship, Dock) was anchored in our little
private bay and the crew was presumably enjoying their
surroundings when a 105mm howitzer round, off-track as it turned
out, came our way; the soup bowl went vertical and we went "to
the winds" as instructed. The round sailed directly over our
position, sounding like a freight train as it passed, then made
impact in the bay about 75 yards off the starboard bow of the
LSD. The splash and explosion was fabulous to us. Not so much to
the sailors. In short order, they weighed anchor, backed out and
left in a huff, never to return.
We never found out which gun or battery fired that round. Maybe
someone in your audience remembers the incident and can identify
the culprits.
Semper Fidelis!
John Tonkin, USMC 1955-58
He Was Paralyzed
I had a Marine math teacher in my 8th grade year, at the
beginning of the 8th grade i was already looking into the
Marines and developing a civilian love for the Corps and I
didn't see him since I graduated from that grade. I came back
from P.I and was driving past the old school two days before
deployment and ended up pulling in, I had no idea if he was even
still alive, so i asked the secretary about him and sure enough
he was in the same classroom teaching the same subject more than
likely in is same unique way. I asked her not to inform him of
my visit and that I would be back.
I went home and got a mouse pad, I got for him while I was still
in 8th but couldn't find it in me to give it to him it said on
it
Not as lean
Still as mean
Always a Marine
I went back the following day and they let me in the classroom.
I walked in as he had his back turned writing on the white board
I remembered that first loud SDI voice and let it out as I
yelled "Hey, Marine!" He stood there a minute like he was
paralyzed and slowly turned his head and said "The last time I
heard that was when I came back home and my.." he stopped there
and saw me standing there in service B Uniform and looked at me
and finished with "Jesus H. Christ when did you get reborn" and
I replied "just in time" Then I looked down at his T-Shirt and I
couldn't believe it. Sure enough it said
Not as lean
Still as mean
ALWAYS A MARINE
I handed him the mouse pad and he gave me a funny look and
grabbed one he had there and same exact one, then I told him
that I was meaning to give that to him before and he said
something I didn't figure out until a few days afterwards he
said
IT MEANS MORE NOW
Semper Fi
Whalen Skyler Sgt
Chesty Presented The First One
sgt grits many moons have crossed many mountains since I as a
officer had the privilege of filling out fitness reports on the
staff nco who worked with/for me. I would like for you to fall
out so this old gunner can present you with the famed dingle
berry cluster with appropriate berries such award goes back to
the days of john daly and basilone with tongue in cheek. some
time ask your vast audience of Marines how many got a dingle
berry cluster. once heard chesty presented the first one.
NILE WHITE
Now Get Busy
Thank you Sgt. Grit. Your newsletter put me in touch with my
Drill Instructor Sgt. Dickerson. I had not seen him since the
day after graduation in March of 1970. We met last week while I
was on a business trip to Texas. We had a great reunion and a
wonderful dinner. Again thank you for your good work. Now get
busy and find my other two Drill Instructors, SSGT Fredricks and
Sgt Wrin. If there are any other Marines out there that I
served with I would love to hear from you especially anyone from
Plt. 1229
Jim Grimes
Kansas
I am the one wearing glasses.
Special Christmas
I would like to share this memory of a "SPECIAL CHRISTMAS" Dec
1966 Camp Pendleton Calif. I just reported to FMF Medical
School.
Myself, and eleven other Navy Corpsman were called into the
Chief's office .The Chief advised us we would not begin class
until after the holidays and assigned us to various jobs. We
would paint the already "white" rocks along the road, mow the
lawn, and make "perfect" rake marks in the dirt. "Sweet" we
thought, it was late Nov. Three days before Christmas the Chief
again called us into his office. Handed us a leave chit for
seven days and said GO !
A fellow Corpsman from Chicago and I heard of "hops" out of
Norton AFB going everywhere. Dressed in our "Winter' Blues. We
caught a ride to Norton AFB. Put our name on a manifest list to
head toward Chicago. We spent the night in the airport and in
the morning a C-130 was heading South. The plane was full and we
sat in "swing" seats knee to knee. The crew handed out as many
blankets they could as we were freezing in the air ."Welcome" to
Fort Stewart Georgia the crew member said as we disembarked
after a five hour flight.
Now what as we counted our money .Someone advised us Louisville
Ky would be the closest civilian airport to fly "standby". We
hitch hiked to Louisville
Upon arrival we went into the restroom and proudly changed into
our "Marine Greenies". Although we had not yet attended classes
we had been issued our Marine Dress Uniforms .Exiting the
restroom a Navy LT. who had seen us go in the restroom dressed
in Navy Blues and come out in Marine Greens asked us if it were
"Halloween". Explaining who and what we were I think he still
didn't understand the two uniforms.
(note :to this day people still don't understand the role of a
Corpsman attached to the Marines unless you were there.) Pooling
our money together we found a Eastern Airlines flight to Chicago
O'Hare .The plane was full we were told. The day turning into
another probable long night.
We were exhausted .After a short wait Eastern announced they
were bringing out another plane to accommodate the many holiday
travelers.
The plane was going to O'Hare but would be stopping in
Indianapolis, Indiana with no guarantee of getting back on.
Arriving in Indianapolis late. We disembarked .In the lobby a
line was forming .We stood in line and to our "delight" were the
only two standby passengers to be called to re-board.
Arriving in Chicago my buddy and I parted ways and said we would
call when we were returning to fly back together. I boarded a
bus to head to my grandmothers. Even though it was after
midnight I knocked on the door standing proudly in my Marine
uniform.
Exhausted but excited. Grandma hugged me as we stood in the
doorway with tears in our eyes hugging each other not wanting to
let go. After a Feast of Home Made Raviolis on Christmas Day. My
aunt said she bought me a 'full fair ticket' and my uncle would
take me to the airport. With a heavy snowstorm the plane sat on
the tarmac waiting in line to be de-iced before takeoff. I had
not heard from my buddy since our arrival .I hoped he made it
back okay and on time.
As I sat there looking out the window .I thought of, would I
ever return. After a "four week course" in Combat and Medical
training. VietNam with the 3rd Marines would be my next duty
station .My grandmother promised to make and save my share of
raviolis each Sunday and await my return.
Upon checking in, the Chief stood there and smiled. Ripped up
the "leave chit" and said "Merry Christmas" asked about my buddy
who did return two days late but was okay.
A special "Thank you" to "Navy Chief Lou Legari" for making it
all happen
I am "proud" to have "worn two uniforms "Navy" and "Marine" and
to have served.
Merry Christmas to all Marines and Navy Corpsman
"SEMPER FI"
FRANK MORELLI
FMF NAVY CORPSMAN 'Nam' 67/68
Didn't Take Me Long
I was an FMF Corpsman with the 1st Marine Brigade stationed on
the island of Oahu in 1062-63. It was my sea duty after being
stationed at the Naval Hospital in San Diego, Ca. I received my
Field Medical Training at Camp Pendleton. It didn't take me
long to feel as if I was a Marine and proud of it. I didn't get
to Viet Nam but our Med. Battalion gave many Marines physicals
that were going to Viet Nam to man points of communications.
I'm going on 72 and still feel like a Marine and am very proud
to served my sea duty with the "CORPS'
Sincerely William H. Scott (HM2)
Leisure Dining
Please advise former Marine (?) whose entry appeared in last
Sgt. Grit that "slop chute" is correct spelling; not slop shoot.
The slop chute was a device on hull of U.S. Naval vessels that
effected galley scraps to slide into water and attracted
coolie's to scarf up these scraps to consume.
Somehow, this became the slang term for any establishment that
served chow and beer/wine/spirits available to Marines.
Pogey bait was chocolates/hard candy and Gee donk (hard G) was
slang for what would be referred to today as leisure dining.
L/Cpl. A. Carson 1973677 served with 4th Marines '64/'65 tour.
Then I Stopped
I remember sitting in my fighting hole one night thinking about
home on Xmas. We would have the whole family over for a meal a
songs or two. Seeing snow coming down and making a snow man.
Then next we get up early and open the gifts we have gotten and
we knew who they were from.
I can recall the box of cookies I got from home a few days
earlier hand them out to the guys. Then I stopped and looked
around me and said I'm not alone for xmas my buddies are family
the best kind they are call U.S.M.C.
Semper Fi to the men and woman overseas god bless.
Dave Dye (68-69)
To Honor
Here is my tattoo - I did it to honor all Marines, past,
present, and future. It was done by "Stingray" in Iowa City. I
was with E/2/24 from 1983-1989.
Semper Fi,
Sgt. K.D. Steele
Different For Everyone
To Wess Rodgers and his review of "Unheralded Victory", thank
you. I had never heard of the book but will search it out after
reading your review. I recently finished "Stolen Valor" and am
astounded and sometimes saddened by the sheer mass of legends,
myths and outright bullsh!t that Viet Nam spawned. In some
quarters, if not most, it has become sacrilege to question
things like PTSD, Agent Orange or the veracity of stories told
about their "Viet Nam experiences", by our fellow Marines and
other service personnel. As a non-combat Marine, I don't feel
like I have the right to question the experiences of those who
proudly wear the Combat Action Ribbon. A thought I had though,
is real combat Marines don't seem to talk much about what
happened so maybe what I'm holding back on challenging are the
stories of posers, wanna be's and blowhards and I shouldn't feel
guilty about doing that. It's sometimes difficult to separate
the wheat from the chafe because as I have always said, just
like the Corps, Viet Nam was different for everyone, depending
on who you were with, where you were and when you were there. My
Monkey Mountain, '65-'66 was not like someone else's Hill 55 or
Hue, '68. I think the view of that conflict/war is so skewed,
the real picture may remain shrouded in myth and legend. It
would be interesting to see how Viet Nam looks and how many of
the current "facts" survive historically, a hundred years down
the road.
"When I left we were winning"
The Few. The Proud.
Jerry D.
You Need Some Work
Sgt Grit, have to say that was another outstanding newsletter.
One Marine was talking about Old Corps New Corps and the only
difference was that in the old days we didn't have patent
leather. Brought back old memories.
In early 1970 I was a young Lance Corporal in MAG38 El Toro,
Santa Ana, California. Every Friday morning there was a Company
formation and names were called out by Captain Wade, mustanger
and one of the most squared away Marines I have ever known, and
the inspiration I had to be squared away also. Almost without
exception when your name was called out it was followed by the
words WESPAC. One sun shiny Friday morning my name was finally
called out. Upon hearing your name it was customary to report to
the 1st Sgt for travel orders, disbursing, leave papers etc..
after formation.
Well, I was sure the Captain had said WESPAC with my name also,
since there were 14 or 15 names. When it was my turn to go into
the 1stSgtīs office he told me to report the next day in the
uniform of the day since I was going to be the Colonelīs driver
until I left for Henderson Hall, Marine Security Guard school.
The following morning I must have had 3 cans of Kiwi on my
mirror type shoes. Our destination, 29 Palms. I was told to wait
outside while the Colonel went into the O club. I stood beside
the sedan with the door open like a dummy until the Colonel
decided to go back to El Toro. The only thing the Colonel had to
say when he got back was, you need some work on those shoes son.
I looked down to see a puddle of Kiwi all around my shoes, the
polish had completely melted. It was probably 120 or so.
I later found out that Captain Wade had been a watch stander and
returned as SNCOIC as a MSGT. My shop chief Sgt Joe Dunlap told
me what an embassy guard was and that I needed to read lots of
newspapers to be up-to-date on current affairs. I managed to
shine my shoes, visor etc.. until I thought my index finger was
surely an inch or two shorter, and graduated from MSG. That day
I remembered as I looked around me to see some of the finest
Marines that ever stepped on yellow, the impression remains to
this day, of being in the presence of HEROES, I will not be able
to tell you what an honor that was. No-one has to tell you to
stand up straight, chest out, heals at a 45. Our memories are
what make us ALWAYS MARINES!
D. Womack
American Embassy
Santiago Chile 70-72
Had Been Hording
My most memorable Christmas is 1983. I spent that one with my
brothers of platoon 3118 at MCRD.
Drill instructor SSGT Brunzville called us a platoon full of
orphans. Due to the fact we were to spend all the holidays in
boot camp. Being a superb hammer, he reminded the platoon on the
Marine Corps Birthday and Thanksgiving that he was not happy to
be stuck with us.
On Christmas Eve we were bused to the hills of CamPen for the
first day of 3rd faze. After being issued our first set of
deuce gear and mountain sleeping bags, (Hollywood recruits sleep
on the ground not in shelter halves), we staged our gear and
marched into a Quonset hut. Rumor had it for a Christmas dinner.
This could not have been further from the truth, Instead we were
instructed in the art of field hygiene. We ate our first MRE
while being shown how to dig a straddle trench.
That night we bedded down in temporary barracks, fully expecting
to head out for field training the next morning. We were woken
before dawn by SR. Drill Instructor SSGT Guerra and Drill
Instructor SSGT Roy wearing Santa Hats!
To our surprise, we had the day off to celebrate. The Drill
Instructors who had been hording our mail for weeks began passed
out care packages our families had sent us. After devouring
candy and cookies for our first meal of the day, board games
were passed around for us to play. We even competed against the
other platoons in the series with a Christmas carol sing off.
That night the platoon was treated with a homemade Christmas
dinner. We found out much later that the dinner was prepared by
the Drill Instructors' wives and the games donated by their
children. Few people will ever experience the joy for being a
part of the Marine family.
The next morning Drill Instructor SSGT Brunzville appeared and
proceeded to thrash us in the frozen mud before marching off to
climb Mt. Mother F***er.
Sgt. Of Marines Bryan Carpenter 83-89
"Are You Santa?"
This will make you feel better. Merry Christmas.
Are you santa? (Video)
Semper Fi
Sgt Grit
Gas Mask Really Worked (or not)
Sgt Grit,
As both Jr and Sr Drill Instructor at 3rd RTBn Parris Island, SC
from 1963-65, I took several platoons out to Elliot's Beach. It
was, indeed, a "Training Exercise." Recruits made up a field
marching pack, mostly of 782 gear from Korea & WWII. We then
left after morning chow, and "ROUT MARCHed" out. Upon arrival,
the Recruits were broken up by squads and run through training
on the M14, first aid, bayonet, and basic infantry movements.
They were introduced to how a gas mask really worked (or not).
Shelter tents (individual shelter halves) were combined and set
up, the recruits sleeping (or not) the night in them. C-Rations
were introduced.
I also remember an old cement-surfaced air strip a short
distance NW of the training area where the recruits' Field
Marching Packs were inspected prior to the return march. The
Elliot's Beach exercise was near the end of the 13-week training
and the first chance for the Drill Instructors to introduce
elements of the "real" Marine Corps other than Recruit Training.
I returned to Parris Island in 1996 due to my experience on The
Field, sent by the State of Montana as we were considering a
program for Juvenile "Boot Camp". During my tour I was driven
around by a WM SSGT. She drove us to Elliot's Beach which had
been turned into the "Crucible." Although the area was much
changed in appearance, there was enough left of it to activate
old memories. That also applied to the Confidence Course. I
took pictures of the obstacles, some of which we replicated
here. I had the honor of eating noon chow with a table of
Drill Instructors from 2nd RTB. As we already had a wilderness
program in place, it was fun to compare training "notes."
By the way, Old vs. New, during the period 1963-65, shoes were
spit-shined BROWN, as were the visors of Barracks Covers. The
boots were rough-outs and saddle soap was applied to make them
more flexible. I inspected feet daily to watch for blisters, etc
as the average recruit in those days walked/marched/ran in
excess of several hundred miles over the 13 weeks. Some of the
more innovative Drill Instructors found some black saddle soap,
which improved the appearance of the boots.
Elliot's beach was a valuable part of Recruit Training in those
days, kind of a "Preview of Coming Attractions" for 1st ITR at
Camp Geiger, NC.
Peter C. Formaz 1867936
(when The Corps still had service #'s)
GySgt of Marines
The Marine Corps gives the enemy a chance to die for their country
Life is Tough, It's Tougher if You're Stupid - Sands of Iwo Jima
Welcome Home Marine, Job Well Done.
Semper Fi!
Sgt Grit
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