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I was wounded by an rpg on 11 july 68. I was told that I would get my ph but never did my main problem is they wont give me my 100% rating for PTSD can any one possibly help? I was in mag 11 mabs 11 thanks.
Cpl John McMackin
USNC 67-70
Semper fi till i die
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)
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’.
My office in the house ” cave ” is completely filled with memorabilia so my Wife has set up a 2nd office in the garage. As you can see I have many items I purchased from Sgt. Grit.
Semper Fi, Pfc. R O Berg–1472172
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.
My trip was short and sweet. I recently revisited "our" old alma mater – the University of MCRD, San Diego campus. I graduated there just over 59 years ago. Coincidentally, I was there on a Thursday, the day before graduation. I guess a lot of the guys got time off to visit with those who came to their graduation.
Reading some of the funny boot camp stories reminds me of the night our DI SSgt. DeSisto yelled, "Out of the head!". The reply, "Out of the head, aye-aye sir!".
We all come racing through that hatch like ants to a picnic. I was near the end with one hand holding a towel around my waist and the other holding my shaving kit. When my wet shower shoes hit the concrete on the quarter deck my ankles went to the sky and my back to the floor right in front of the DI. He went from his usual scowl to a full on, burst out laugh. He immediately turned and walked into the duty hut slamming the door behind him. You could hear him in there just busting a gut laughing. I can't help but smile thinking about it 35 years later.
In remembrance of our fellow Marines who have proceeded us by higher orders, the Marines of Echo Company, Second Battalion, Ninth Marines, and Alpha Company, First Battalion, Fifth Marines calibrated our 50th anniversary of our landing at Da Nang, Vietnam, on 7 July 1965.
Another great Marine, Larry Ward, has been permanently transferred for new duty at the Gates of Heaven. I got to know Larry through my Civil War reenactment group. During events, we used to swap sea stories. Of course, being a career Marine, and former Drill Instructor, he had many more interesting stories than I did. From a past newsletter, I know some of the readers had the honor of becoming Marines under Larry as their SDI. It was an honor for me to have him as a friend.
Thought you and your Marines would be interested in knowing, that Ms. Meriwether Ball, a distant cousin of Lt. General Lewis "Chesty" Puller, wrote a new book on her investigation into his strong past, the personal side. The title is; "Puller Chronicles; Volume 1, Second Edition".
