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Here's a little moto diddy I just wrote. Throw it out there and see if anyone salutes. H-ll, it might even make a t-shirt… or a roll of sh-t paper.
The text reads, "Ignorance of the rules is the mother of all creativity. Tell a Marine a thing can't be done, and then stand back – we'll show it can."
The Russians are gearing up to take over the Ukraine. This is how we answered Russian aggression in 1962. Guantanamo Bay Cuba, 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis.
L/Cpl DL Rupper at gitmo '62.
1960-64
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Recently I found some photos from WWII that need identifying. Here are two Marine pilots on Guadalcanal. I don't recognize them, but some of your newsletter readers might. I would appreciate any
help.
WO Robert Woodworth
In 1954 I was assigned to Brig Company at Camp Pendelton and one of the areas of responsibility in addition to guarding the brig was to man the two most northern gates at Pendleton and to serve as shore patrol in San Clemente. To do this there was a small MP station in the southern edge of San Clemente that housed and fed those stationed there. It was duty to die for as we had rooms with closets instead of lockers and only two to a room. The mess hall was supplied by the 1st Division mess hall out at the tent camps. It was almost like have your own short order restaurant. Breakfast chow was ordered with eggs how you wanted them followed by in many cases steak, or bacon, maybe some sausage, and if you were homesick for the larger mess halls, SOS on order. Fridays were at that time fish and most of it wasn't fit to eat, not there, we had it fried, baked, broiled and each piece done just for you. The only problem on Fridays we would attract visiting brass and seats were hard to come by. It's no longer there but there are lots of fond memories as I pass the site today. How did they do it, easy, what the hell was a mess feeding 5000 going to do with a box of left over steaks or fish or an extra box of pork chops.
Several weeks ago I read an article about mustaches and it reminded me of when I was a Sgt (E4) in 2nd Bn, 3dMar in 1958, we were stationed at Camp Kindser across the road from Camp Hague On Okinawa. At the time I was the radio chief for 2Bn/3d Mar, there was no SSgt in Comm at that time. I worked for a 1st Lieutenant and I do not remember his name. I was very proud of my mustache and the handle bars. I usually wore them turned up on the ends. Our Bn Commander put out the word no handle bars were allowed, so during work time they were not waxed, but on liberty I waxed them. This particular evening about 7:00 pm I was walking from my tent area to the main gate about a half mile, at that time Camp Kindser consisted of mostly tents with wood floor and Quantic huts, the sidewalks were made of wood and every time it rained they floated and you could never walk any place without getting into the muddy water.
HML/HMLA-167 dedicated a memorial to our fallen comrades at the Marine Corps museum on the 29th of March. A very bright spot in an otherwise somber weekend was the reuniting of three roommates from Marble Mountain in 1968/1969.
Mike J.
About two weeks ago while cruising the internet I stumbled on an ad for a "Vietnam era" green utility cover so I bought one (right photo). I still have one that I was issued in 1963 and it has long since passed the stage of being unserviceable (left photo). My wife is a wonderful companion but she is like a First Shirt when it comes to cleaning house. Once I caught her just in time, my old utility cover in hand, heading towards the sh-t can with obvious intentions of throwing it out. When I tried to explain why I couldn't part with it, she only stared at me blankly. Suffice it to say, I just explained you don't sh-t can old warriors, you stow them away. My new cover has the "first day of Boot Camp" look to it, but that doesn't matter; it will gradually take on a more salty appearance.
Thought you would like to see our military wrap vehicle. It was designed to honor the Marines from 3/25 that were killed in Iraq in 2005. I am a Proud Parent of a Marine Corporal from the 3/25 unit from Brookpark, Ohio.
Jeff Hlavaty
