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Sgt. Grit:
The recent inquiry from Cpl. Steven Andre about Flame Tanks, struck home.
I am one of "the older tankers" he referred to, and proudly served in the original Flame Platoon, Headquarters Company, First Tank Battalion, First Marine Division FMF during the Korean War. I refer him, and anyone else interested in our unique Flame Tank, to www [dot] flamedragons [dot] info, is a website relative to the Flame Platoon in the Korean War.
Being the daughter of Elvin Krumsee, I grew up learning how important being a Marine was to my father. As a child, I learned the Marines' Hymn and would march around singing it. I learned how to make the perfect corner on a bed and strived to get a quarter to bounce on it. I learned how to spit shine shoes and even how to peel potatoes. All the Marine way.
Attached is a photo showing my F-150 decked out for Memorial Day parked in front of my Reserved Parking sign. Flags are on bamboo stakes in honor of all our men that were held by the Viet Kong in bamboo cages.
My dad was SgtMaj – WW-II, Korea
My mother was Cpl – WW-II WMCR Band
I was a Sgt in Viet Nam
Semper Fi
I had been wanting to get something for my brother and finally got this design drawn up. I can not express how proud I am of him for time in the Marines and his willingness to put his life on the line for our country, for me. He made it back home but there have been many that didn’t. I will never forgot their sacrifice. Thanks to all those that are serving and have served for their country!
**Death Before Dishonor, USMC**
Just wanted to add a short comment about the passing of one of my Drill Instructors from Platoon 3317 back in 1966. SSGT. Jones passed away on May 11th. 2012 and I wanted to honor his passing by remembering just how important he was in making me the Marine and man I am today. His direction and instruction helped me survive the Vietnam war and I will never forget his and the other Drill Instructors influence in my life.
MOS EGA Sgt Chevrons Rank, Name Years of Service.
In "Short Rounds" in the May 23rd newsletter a Marine asked if anyone knew what happened to all the unclaimed seabags in Okinawa in 1967. I can't speak for all of them, but I can tell you about mine. I left RVN in November, 1966. No sign of the seabag I left at Camp Butler a year before. I then went on to Embassy Duty in Germany and in August of 1969 my seabag misteriously arrived. It just happened to coincide with our semi-annual junk on the bunk inspection and I had to explain to the Major how I managed to have a closet full of uniforms with PFC chevrons on them, none of which fit (the only thing that I could still use was my ties and socks) but had my name stamped on them. It is one of the great mysteries of life how it took them nearly three years to find me.
You threaten us with terror
You threaten us with death
You claim it’s in the name of God
Your brothers do protest
Blow yourselves up, dress in women’s attire
Soon you will dance in Hell’s burning fire
Hide in your hills, hide in your holes
