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Maggie and I had the pleasure to accompanied Crystal to Blakes arrival this morning. Crystal was very excited. He actual arrived earlier than expected. All is well!
The first photo is the reality of the situation Blake and the Marines faced over the past 6 months. The next three are the joyous return.
In 1972 I commanded the Brooklyn Young Marines of the Marine Corps League. The youngsters performed the Iwo Jima flag raising at many ceremonies and veteran functions.
Semper Fi,
Joe Saluzzi
A few weeks ago I was searching on the Internet for horse items. I found a website about a young lady who makes what she calls “rhythm beads” for horses. She mentioned that she had Army and Navy related items to put a military theme on the beads but had not found any Marine Corps or Air Force items. I searched and found some Marine Corps pendants and emailed her the information mentioning that I would like to buy rhythm beads with a Marine pendant. She replied that she had found some Marine pendants and would look at the information that I had sent her. This young lady then thanked me for my service to our country and offered to send me the rhythm beads with an EGA as a gift for my service. I received the beads and the picture is of my horse with the beads on. This old Marine got misty eyed.
Dear Sgt. Grit,
I wanted to send these GREAT pictures to you. The first one is where on Feb. 25,2008 me and my grand-son Alexzander was sitting, waiting for that very important bus to arrive with my Alex’s daddy on it. Alex had not seen his daddy for several months. My son had came home a few days before, but that was not good enough in my grandsons eyes, he wanted Daddy. 
man’s life is like. Missing daddy and fighting Pirates. 
As we sat, Alex kept his eyes peeled (Texas talk) for that very important Pirate Fighter Sgt. Osborn. Then I said to the little guy, “Alex there is your daddy” Alex jumped up and ran towards his daddy as Jeremy did the same and I got the very best picture I could have captured. Both running towards each other with arms reaching for each other. It brought tears to my eyes to see such the very best Home Coming ever. But the home coming was cut short. SIL had to return 6 weeks later. That’s the second picture of a very sad day. Alex thinks his daddy is off fighting Pirates as he did for months before. Alex called me on Mother’s Day, “LaLa, my daddy is at work, fighting Pirates, and I miss him” I replied with tears in my eyes, “I know Alex, but daddy will be home soon ok.” As you can see in the last photo Alex wearing one of his daddy’s Boonie covers, no telling what this little guy is think, probably about fighting Pirates maybe. One day about 3 weeks ago my daughter called and told me that on base where Alex is in daycare there was a group of Marines at the daycare wanting the little ones to send a messages to OUR TROOPS over seas. Well the Marines walked over to Alex who had paint on his face and asked him if his daddy was over seas. Alex told them “No, my daddy is at work fighting pirates.” So they asked him to say hello to him well Alex took this golden opportunity and took the mic and went on to say “Hi daddy, I love you and I want to fight pirates with you some day ok.” If that isn’t a future Marine…fighting pirates with daddy”. I just hope my daughter got a copy of that little speech. Well that’s about it, I just wanted to share with you what this little
Salute to our Heroes Golf Tournament – San Marcos, CA – Sept 6, 2008
Raise $ for Semper Fi Fund and for Families of Combat Service Members
Contact fshubert@roadrunner.com for more information on this year’s tournament.
It was a beautiful sunny day at the Lake San Marcos, a twenty minute drive from MCAS Camp Pendleton, the current home of HMM-364, where eight members of the Squadron were treated to lunch and a round of golf before being joined by there wives or girl friends for dinner. Sixty eight Marines and Naval personnel, recent returnees from Iraq and Afghanistan, and from units based at Camp Pendleton and MCAS Miramar, accepted invitations from the men’s and women’s clubs at this Southern California retirement community for the golf outing.
Sgt. Grit,
I may be 59 but I still love my Corps and the traits they instilled in me over 37 years ago!
I realize there will come a day when I am no longer able to have an annual physical adventure like I’ve been doing every year. I’ll get older, less strong, less flexible, less fit. But, that day is NOT today! My adventure for 2008 was to run the Obstacle Course at Marine Corps Officer Candidate School in Quantico, Virginia, where Colonel Mike Gilman (retired) and I shared the struggles of becoming a Marine officer. Having remained close friends all these years (over 37 years now since we attended OCS), Mike Gilman agreed to share this adventure with me. And, it was a good thing, too, since we encouraged each other to go every step of the way.
Just thought I would send this picture of MY MARINES. It was created by a friend of ours ? the final version will be a Christmas gift to each of our families.
The top left is Posey S. Stanley ? an ordinance specialist at Quantico; while doing a training demonstration blasting caps exploded in his hand. He lost some use of his hand and shrapnel was still left in his face; as a side bar ? the first thing he said when they got to him was ?make sure the other guy demonstrating knows about the caps?.
Sgt Grit,
As an old Marine I was ?volunteered? to escort my Mother, Cpl Annette (Schubert) Howards, USMCWR on a pilgrimage to the Museum of the Marine Corps in Quantico to fulfill a part of both of our bucket lists. Responding to a request posted in Sgt Grit?s newsletter, we coordinated a side trip to the Marine Barracks at 8th and I to donate various squadron memorabilia that my Mother had been holding on to for the last 64 years. Mother and Father both served in Air Base Group-Two (ABG-2) at MCAS El Toro and NAS North Island during the WWII. While at the Barracks we had the unbelievable opportunity to meet and greet the ?13th Chesty of the Marine Corps? who was being taken though his paces by his trainer! What a treat for one old and one older Marine! Of course, neither the side trip nor the meeting with Chesty could have happened without the assistance of Cpl Aaron Clark from the Marine Barracks PAO office who graciously took us under his wing, gave us VIP treatment, and even politely smiled at our old sea stories all morning long.
