Had a recruit who couldn’t/wouldn’t keep his rifle rust free even after several admonishments from the DIs. He was called out during morning formation and while standing at at ease told to strip his M1 down to the 3 main groups. Then take it down to the bare essentials. Instructed to dig a hole 5ft long x 2ft wide x 3 ft deep. He placed 3 or 4 pieces on the bottom covered with sand and water did ths till there was no more parts or sand. Took a fire bucket filled it with water and poured over the area. I mean he put so much water on the area the water was flowing off. The DI told him at 2000 he was going to dig up his rifle find EVERY piece, have it cleaned for morning inspection if one speck of rust is observed he was going to be courts martialed I mean they were up in his face(they were mad!). During the day after everything dried the DIs raked up the whole area so he wouldn’t be able to tell exactly where it was buried.He was up most of the night. His rifle passed inspection and HE NEVER had a dirty/rust rifle again in boot camp
Category: Marine Corps Stories
FNG
I remember arriving at my first fire base in Nam in March 1969. The firebase had been over run just before I got there and hit hard. Anyway, never forget a marine survivor telling me to take my dog tags off from around my neck and tie them with your laces in my boot for two reasons. One is because they clang if you go on a patrol and make noise and the other was, if you get hit by a mortar or rocket or step on a mine all that maybe left of you is parts of your boots and they like to identify you by the dog tags. Welcome to the Nam.
“Sergeant Gill, you really don’t want to be in here!
I arrived at South Camp Fuji Japan in the spring of 1957. Several days later I came down with the Asiatic flu (yes there was a flu pandemic in 1957), probably picking up the bug aboard ship on the way over. Laid up for several days I heard some of the guys talking about liberty off base in the ville of Fujioka. According to the scuttlebutt as soon as one entered a bar he would be joined by a pretty josan. So after I recovered I made my first trip into town.
Tiger Tale Quang Tri 68
“Corporal Reeves! Get your gear and follow me” the Gunny said as I hung sleepily onto a dream I was having of cool mountain streams, awaking to Gunny Randall’s course Drill Instructor’s voice out side my squad’s earth bermed hooch at Quang Tri Combat Base. Home of the Third Marine Division, Republic of Viet Nam. I had injured my back falling out of a helicopter into elephant grass on a nameless hill near Khe Sanh. I was not hurting much now so the Gunny had made me the commanding officer’s driver and radioman. I went over to the motor pool with the Gunny. Gunny Randall was a tall thin hillbilly from Tennessee who had joined the corps to escape the poverty of the hill county back in the forties, he had served in the big one WWII and Korea, now he was in “This Azshole of the world” to hear him tell it. He was always cussing, the war, officers, the politicians and scum-sucking civilians. But never his beloved Marine Corps! The Gunny was what we called “Old Corps” or “Lifer”, Gunny was one of the good ones as far as a lifer could be.
War Pets
The mongoose and pet puppies stories made me go back and look for this pic that my uncle Sgt. Major A. M. Solis sent home to my grandparents in 1965. He had written a note on the back saying it was his little horse he had gotten to save a lot of walking. He never told me what happened to the pony. He was also there later with VMCJ 3 and on a later tour with VMO 2 before retiring. We served at the same time frame but not in Viet Nam. I was assigned to F4 Phantom squadron VMFAT 101 after radar school at Millington NAS in 1969. Supposed to have been a 6 month OJT assignment before orders to Nam. Well after I was on the job trained as radar tech I stayed on at El Toro MCAS training F4 pilots and rios to go to Nam but us avionics snuffies couldn’t buy a ticket over there, too many people already coming back.
“Toughest Men in America”
In 1975, I was stationed at Camp Geiger (Camp Lejeune), NC. I was assigned to Company B, 1st Battalion, 8th Marines. In the mid 70’s, there was a television show called “Movin’ On”, which was about two semi truck drivers who would travel around the country getting into different adventures. The program starred actors Claude Akins (as Sonny Pruitt) and Frank Converse (as Will Chandler).
In one episode, Sonny is interviewed for an article in a national magazine. The article is entitled “The Toughest Men in America” and, in the article, he claims that truck drivers are the toughest men in America. When the article is published, men from other professions challenge Sonny’s claim. One of the challenges comes from Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant Harris, played by actor Don Galloway. Gunny Harris challenges Sonny and Will to spend a week with a Marine Corps rifle company to prove how tough they really are. Being an ex-Navy man, Sonny accepts the challenge and Will reluctantly goes along.
This is where Company B 1/8, along with other Marines, comes into play. Our unit and barracks were used in the filming of the episode. We spent the better part of a week taking part in the filming and the cast and crew spent another week completing the show. One of the things I learned during the week was that television shows aren’t filmed in the order that they are seen. Filming each day was dependent on the weather, availability of filming locations, availability of the cast (including us Marines), etc.
It was fun getting to work with Claude Akins, Frank Converse and Don Galloway, but they weren’t the only well-known people we got to meet. Rosey Grier (as Benjy), of NFL fame, played the role of a truck driving competitor of Akins and Converse and heavyweight boxing champion Smokin’ Joe Frazier played the role of a Marine corporal who participates in a boxing match with Will. The “boxing match” took place at the field house at Camp Lejeune. Toward the end of the scene, the Marine extras in the audience were supposed to act like they were erupting into a brawl initiated by Benjy and his truck driving partner, Moose (played by Art Metrano). Of course, it didn’t take much motivation for Marines to start throwing punches and some of them were a little too real!
Our final day of filming was on a Saturday and it was to be a war games scene. Even though it had been a fun week of filming, none of us were very excited about having to work in the field on a hot summer day. To top it off, we saw cases of C-rations piled up nearby and assumed that they were for our lunch. Toward midday, two box trucks pulled into the training/filming area and began unloading tables and chairs. Box lunches and drinks were also unloaded and we found out they were for us. Our morale suddenly improved! At the end of the day’s filming, we were lined up and each given $40 for our work that day. It may not seem like much money now, but for Marines at that time and toward the end of the pay period, it was a welcome sight!
When the episode aired later in the fall, we were all excited to see ourselves on television. I remember thinking I was going to be in several scenes (and told my family I would be), but I was only in the background in one scene doing close order drill with other Marines. Of course, you couldn’t tell it was me because of our distance from the camera. In the end, Sonny and Will learned that Marines were definitely “The Toughest Men in America” and we had fun proving it to them!
Jumping in Fox Holes Too.
I arrived in DaNang in mid may of 1967,the first night there we had heavy incoming rounds,mortars& artillary,we jumped in fox holes,well I fell asleep for two days in the fox hole because I had no sleep forthree days prior to getting to DaNang.Well when I finally was awoken by a gsgt,he made me move a pile of dirt from one spot to another then back again.That was my intro duction to Nam before being sent to Cam Lo.
Heartbreak Ridge
Love reading the Sgt. Grit Newsletter, I have a contribution some may find interesting.
In the summer of 1986 Clint Eastwood was directing and starring in ‘Heartbreak Ridge’ as GySgt Thomas Highway. It’s a bit hokey with lots of inaccuracies but still contains enough to hold the attention of most Marines. Highway’s recon unit is supposedly based out of Camp Lejeune but in fact the movie was filmed at Camp Pendleton and MCAS El Toro only one month before I reported to VMGR-352 / MAG-11 / 3rd MAW (my last duty station before leaving active duty). Clint had even signed the overhead control panel with a Sharpie on the flight deck of tail # 019, a KC-130F. (The KC-130 is a rugged, reliable, versatile, awesome aircraft, been flying now more than 50 years)
My story about jumping into foxholes
The date was Feb 67. I was on my way back after a 30 day free leave for extending 6 months. Flew in to DaNang with a E-7 sitting next to me asking a billion questions. Now at that time transit was in hardbacks near the airfield, no Hilton yet. It is night and I am BSing with a team from 26 Marines. They there for rabies shots. All the sudden we hear a “freight trains” going over our heads. Then loud explosions on other side of airfield. Well this same E-7 runs in yelling about getting into the trenches. So being good Marines we get up go out and proceed to watch the FNG’s jump into a trench 1/2 full of water and mudd. We did not say a thing, just walked back to the hootch a went to sleep. Funny, never saw that Gunny agian. Semper Fi
Bound and Determined
Bound and Determined
It was in the late summer or early fall of 1963, when at the age of 17, I got my parents to sign the consent form needed to enlist in the Marine Corps. With the consent form and pocket full of promises from the local recruiter I went down to Whitehall Street in lower Manhattan, NY to join up.
During my physical exam the Army doctor, who looked like he was about 80 years old, mixed up my paper work with the poor guy standing next to me. This guy had rheumatic fever as a child and should have been classified 4-F.Unfortunately he got my 1-A classification and I got the 4-F classification.
I was not a happy camper! To let everyone know they made a big mistake I shouted, cursed and threatened everyone around me until I was given the “bum’s rush” and escorted out the door.
Not willing to give up my quest to join the Marine Corps, I waited about two months and went to a different recruiter and started the process all over again. Remember this was the pre-computer days and you could get away with it.
On the day of my physical exam I had a different doctor. I passed the exam without a problem. As I was mentally congratulating myself I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and was stating at a chest full of ribbons. I’m 6”1” but I had to look up about six inches to see a face that belonged to a very large MP. Behind him was an even larger MP. I was informed that I was about to be arrested for fraudulent enlistment. Of course I denied I was ever there before and tried to convince them they were mistaking me for someone else. One of the MP’s laughed and said that I made such a big stink he actually put a photo of me on his wall in the MP office.
After some desperate negotiations on my part the OIC at Whitehall Street told me to come back at 7:30 AM the next morning with an overnight bag. He told me I was going to be shipped over to Governor’s Island for a series of exams to see if I would pass a more stringent physical exam.
The next morning I boarded a ferry boat to Governor’s Island. There were twelve passengers going for physicals. Eleven of them were trying to get out of the Army and I was trying to get into the Marine Corps. I never regretted getting on that ferry boat.
Fast forward from that point on….I went to Parris Island in the first week of January 1964….made PFC out of Boot Camp…..and was attached to the one of the first combat units into Vietnam- 1st Battalion 3rd Marines in 1965.