Author: SgtGrit

Capt. Donald “Red” Lambert was called home.

It's hard to believe it's been 7 months since my father Capt. Donald "Red" Lambert passed away at the age of 81. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him a hundred times. He was full of piss and vinegar until the very end. When I had my father cremated, he was wrapped in the Marine Corps flag, with his favorite drink in his right hand, and a picture of an anchor in his left. We drank a toast to honor him. I was so moved by his death that I created a new non profit organization to serve veterans. I want to create the first of it's kind, completely green comprehensive treatment facility for veterans. This City of Refuge will be open to all veterans nationwide. This will be a place of peace where veterans can come and focus on their physical, mental, and spiritual health, without any distractions from the modern world. If you'd like to help, I can be reached at captkeith4[at]gmail.com read more

I just had to grin

I Stood Back and Grinned From Ear to Ear

How far can a spitwad actually go?  Think about it for a minute.  No two spitwads are exactly alike, so I reckon the distance would be affected by how much paper is used, how much spit is soaked up, and of course the lung power of the fella who’s doin’ the spittin’.  I only bring the subject up because when I was much younger I actually witnessed what must have been the world record for spitwad spittin’.  read more

When was the first time you saw a Marine recruiter?

The Marine Recruiter

When was the first time I ever saw a Marine recruiter?

I had moved to a different town so when I enrolled in the local high school I was told I'd be in sixth period P.E. which was made up entirely of Seniors. I was only a Freshman so I felt constantly intimidated by the older guys, but one day, because they were Seniors, we all had to sit through the mandatory recruiting pitch by all the services. ( How times have changed) read more

“Mo”

Camp Lejeune, N.C. Field Time.  Nov. 1984.

C Company, 2d Tank Bn. Out in the field with the good ole M60. We had been training with the new tows on the old jeeps. We had some down time, of course theres never down time if theres a NCO around. So we were directed to apply a good coat of white paint to the inside of our tanks. Easier to see the leaks. Good ole PFC "Mo" headed over to our green camoflauge tank with a gallon of white paint. We nicked him "Mo" the more he did, the mo he F*# it up. lol. So, "Mo" opens the can of paint. Sits on the fender. Smartly climbs up, grabs the can, sits on the lip of the loaders hatch. Which is about an width of 3 inches. "Mo" Climbs down the TC's hatch, gets inside. Reaches up and out to the can of paint.  read more

They Are Brothers

Let me start this story by saying, I know each of these warriors well. I consider both to be great friends. Pictured is Cpl Greg Coats and SSgt Codi Tanksley. I could write a book on these two Marines, but I will keep my observation short this time. Both of these Marines were in the store at the same time this past week. These Marines both served during the Iraq War and served heroically at that. I made sure that these two met when they were in. I felt the need to bring these brothers together. read more

Hard Lessons From My Old Man

After I graduated high school I spent the summer in unrepentant sloth. Graduation parties, bonfires on the beach, and the consumption of alcohol led to many late nights and even later mornings. I hadn't gotten a job nor had I registered for college. Why would any 18 year old when he was having so much fun, right? read more