Arrived at MCRD Parris Island 07/12/1971. Assigned to 3rd Battalion, Platoon 365. Don't remember which company. On first day of the two week maintenance detail, I ran into an air conditioning unit sticking out of the maintenance shed while trying to jump over the first bench in a row of about five benches. I was knocked out, dislocated my left shoulder and suffered a light concussion. I was taken to the medical unit, my left arm put into a body sling and was put on no duty for the next two weeks. I am looking for any one who remembers this incident.
Category: Marine Corps Stories
Parris Island Reunion Plts 236-237-238-239 From 1962
"Our group of Marines all just got back from our Parris Island Reunion at the end of April 2015. Had another good turn out with about 27 Marines from PLTS 236-237-238 and 239 from L Company 2nd BN. We arrived at P.I. on June 15th and Out Posted on Sept 13th, 1962. After P.I. we then all when to Camp Geiger ITR to Hotel Company. I still have my Company picture of that group of Hotel Company. Then we all went to our assigned MOS's. This is the 2nd Reunion we have held. The first was in 2013 and was our first trip back since 1962 as a group. I am so sorry to see that our old wooden barracks have been replaced with brick ones. We have had a great time at each of these Reunions. They just get better each time we do a Reunion… This year we opened the Reunion for other Marines that wanted to come and got 1 that had been at the Island in 1968 also. He fit right in with our group of Marines.
Plt 342, MCRD PI 1965
Anyone from Plt 342 PISC, Jul/Sep 1965… Gimme a shout at chickster48[at]live.com.
Chick Harmon Cpl 1965-1969Dog Tags Returned
I have just removed Sgt Karibo's dog tags from the AR -15 to hand back to his daughter on the right and former wife on the left.
GySgt Paul Reyes
(Ret)
Colorized Marine Corps History
An American Marine aiming his M1 Garand rifle, whilst perched on Japanese ammunition crates on the island of Iwo Jima, c. February/March 1945.
Colorized by Royston Leonard-UK (Royston Colour)
Windward Marine 15 June 1962
A little history from the "Windward Marine" the base newspaper for Kaneohe MCAS. I was stationed there in VMA 212 from 1961 to 1963.
Norm Spilleth
1960 – 1964
50 Years To The Day
This picture was taken in front of the 1st Recruit Training Battalion Headquarters, On May, 19th, 2015, fifty years to the day, that I graduated Boot Camp. SgtMaj Molina, (3rd from left), the SgtMaj of 1st Bn., had the D.I.s from Charlie Co. (that was my company in P.I. with Plt 119) take this picture with me, 1stSgt Lytle, the 1stSgt of Charlie Co. is on the end, he's holding my platoon graduation book. Plus me being a Viet Nam Vet, I was treated with the utmost respect. The SgtMaj, made a copy of my platoon's graduation picture, and hung it up in the Battalion conference room, so, if anyone from Plt 119, goes to visit Parris Island, and goes to the 1st Bn HQ, they'll see our Platoon Picture on the wall.
Late Arrival At MCRDSD
All the letters about boot camp and DI's have me on memory lane of late. Of course my favorite is waking up after the late arrival at MCRDSD. I'm guessing we hit the rack about 3:00 AM and reveille was at 4:00 AM. My first thought upon waking was I've really messed up this time, only messed up was not the exact term I used. Funny, I remember thinking the same thought before we hit the rack.
Reading His Favorite Catalog
What a pleasure it is to know MSgt Burris and really his entire family. When MSgt gets a visit from his granddaughter, Amanda, we are sure to see him here at Sgt Grit. He knows his way around our store. He goes right to the products he wants to see, he stops and visits the desks of the employees that he has not seen since his last visit and he is sure to stop in and line out Sgt Grit for a moment. There is nothing like watching two Marines rib each other all in good fun and camaraderie. We are missing MSgt Burris already and we count the days until he visits us again. A big Semper Fi to you MSgt Burris! Come see us.
50 Years Ago
50 Years Ago
I raised my hand and swore an oath
I rode the bus to MCRD
I stood on the yellow footprints
I had all my hair cut off
I was assigned to a platoon – #3007
I wallowed in the sand pit
I cleaned the heads
I did mess duty
I did squat thrusts until I dropped
I got yelled at day and night
I ran PT courses until I was strong and able
I polished my brass and boots until they shined
I read and re-read my little red notebook
I drilled until the D.I’s cadence was embedded in my brain
I double timed wherever I went
I fired my M 14 in the rain-and hit what I was aiming for
I learned what it meant to stand for something
I learned how to be part of a team
I stood at attention and was finally called a Marine
That was then and this is now – and I’m still a Marine