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this is my bad marine and me at a mission for the patriot gaurds Sgt moose of N.o. Reading Mass. 8 months old and tough as nails…
this is my sgt moose of No. Reading mass. hes only six months old and looks like he could take on any new recuite…Go sgt Moose semper fi oohraw
Hey all. My first 15K .. completed .. Marine Corps Marathon here I come … 6 races down … 15 to go!
I didn’t compress these before sending so you could actually see “the thrill of victory” .
Ya don’t realize how freaking far 9.3 miles actually is until you run it in boots with a pack 🙂
Sgt Grit,
Sgt Doyle Clark wrote about his experience with “BAMs”. My Momma was a WM in WWII and after I graduated from Boot Camp, she let me know in no uncertain terms that “BAM” stood for “Beautiful American Marine”, although she did acknowledge that occasionally my Father (a Marine Pfc in the same Squadron) referred to WMs as “Broad Axle-d Marines”!
Hi Sgt. Grit,
While reading your AmericanCourage Newsletter #195, for 05 Mar 2009, I saw the picture of PFC Bonehead submitted by Bart Baldwin, of Brackettville, Tx. I thought it was so cute that I sent it to my Daughter, because she is always dressing her dog up in ‘His Marine Blues’ for different Marine occasions. I’m a Life Member in the Marine Corps League, John Basilone Detachment # 190, here in New Jersey and a couple years ago after marching in the John Basilone Annual Parade, which is held in Raritan, NJ, I stopped by her house on my way home and she took this picture of me and Pablo, her dog. I know we were both a little ‘Out of Uniform’ , but please understand, I had just marched a couple miles in the heat and was hot and tired and on my way home. (no excuse, I know !) Now, PFC Poochie (Pablo) had no excuse, he was at home all day guarding his Mother’s perimeter, in the air conditioning, while I was carrying a flag for our Honor Guard in the parade.
It’s good to hear stories of our Marines being welcomed home from deployment but it reminds many of us about a different situation years ago when returning from Southeast Asia. We returned to MCAS El Toro in October 1969 to a half dozen cars in the parking lot and transportation instructions. Having grown up in Southern California, I was lucky having my mother pick me up and haul me home through the anti-war protesters at the gate. Within four hours I was on a double date with “The Twins” and Topper Rankin, my 3rd Recon buddy I met on the USS Iwo Jima. Fast forward to October 2000 at the MCAS Miramar Airshow. A group of old Marines gathered to display an airworthy UH-34D helicopter which, to many Vietnam Marines, is a religious icon. It was four days of “Welcome Home” from the the public, the young Marines of Miramar and even Vietnamese who escaped the Communist takeover. We even signed autographs. The event ended with towing the helicopter to the end of the ramp, firing it up and cruising around the hills behind Miramar for a trip of a lifetime. Talk about memory lane. After 30 years, to gather with America’s best who you know will cover your back was something never to be forgotten. It took a week to come back down from the high. Every Vietnam and Korean Vet should have this experience.
Sgt. Grit,
Headquarters Company 9th Marine Regiment 3rd Marine Division (Republic of Vietnam 1964 ~ 1969) met in Charleston, SC on March 24 ~ March 27, 2009 for our 3rd reunion. When you learned of our reunion you made contact with one of our men and made arrangements to send many items from your catalogue to give out to those attending; this is to let you know that your gifts were waiting for us at the hotel and we were able to hand out to our men when we gathered at the local VFW Post on the 26th for a time of fellowship and memory. Thank you very much for your contribution to our time of fellowship.
Dear SgtGrunt,
I love reading your newsletter and I wanted to write you about my two Marine Corps Heroes. My father.
First and foremost, I wanted to begin with how very lucky I am to be the daughter of a United States Marine. I know because my father is a Marine, he is one of the main reasons that I am who I am today. From an early age, I was taught to respect people and not to do wrong to others. I was also taught that if there is ever anyone who is need, to help them to the best of my ability, because that is what my dad would do. Especially if that person is a United States Marine.
