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The Marine Corps has created it's first law enforcement batallions, the newspaper article says.
The Corps activated three such batallions last month.
The byline is CampPendleton, Calif.
Article says "Each batallion is made up of roughly 500 million military police officers and dozens of dogs.
69 YEARS AGO, I ENTERED BOOT CAMP AT MCRD IN SAN DIEGO, PLATON NUMBER 846, HEAD DRILL INSTRUCTOR WAS CORP. E.K.RYAN, ASSISTANT DI WAS PFC F.A. WATKINS. THE REASON THAT I CHOSE THE MARINE CORPS, MY BROTHER WAS STATIONED AT HICKAM FIELD WHEN THE JAPANESE ATTACKED PEARL HARBOR, AND I KNEW THAT THE MARINES WOULD BE FIGHTING THEM. MY BROTHER IS STILL LIVING AT 89 PLUS YEARS, WITH MANY BLOCKAGES TO HIS HEART, TOO MANY FOR SURGERY, AT 89 PLUS YEARS, AND ONE OF THE VERY FEW MEMBERS OF THE PEARL HARBOR SURVIVORS.
To Sgt. Charles (Chuck) Brewer, 1967-1973 regarding your story of meeting people from 12,000 miles away.
I was originally sent to Okiniwa ('71) for dispatch either north or south. The dispatching sergeant took one look at my MOS (6242 – aviation electrician), his list, and sent me to Iwakuni, Japan. All newbies in Iwakuni were TDY'd to quonsot huts and even stayed after being assigned a squadron. I was waiting assignment (I was eventually assigned to H&MS-17. Your sister squadron in Iwakuni) and had rented a bicycle to get around this base with 7,000 other Marines. The bike's number was A-53. Amazing what we can remember over 41 years ago! I locked my bike up and one night someone decided that he wanted it more than me. It was gone in the morning. I looked around (borrowed a buddy's bike) and couldn't find the bike, Then I went to the rental place and told my story. I was informed that I need to produce the bike by week's end or $100.00. Damn! That was a lot of money for a Lance Corporal that was sending all but $20.00 to his wife. Two days later I was walking back to my hut from lunch at the chow hall. They were serving watery chili that day and it decidied to go through me pretty quick. I saw four bikes riding towards me and check them out as I was tryong to get to the shi&&%$ before by butt exploded. One bike read A-53! I looked back before entering my hut and saw the riders turning left towards the chow hall. I was doing my duty and screaming for anyone to come. Three Marines came into the opened stall bathroom and immediately grabbed their noses and started to turn around and go out. I yelled for them and they heard my story. "What do you want us to do" One asked. I wanted them to keep the other three Marines busy and off my back as I was discussing the return of my bike to it's rightful owner. They asked one question. "Is he a brother?" They were black Marines. I said no and they said yes they would help. We rode to the chow hall on their bikes. I was on the handlebars of one. As we got their the four mentioned Marines were just settling in to the bike stand. My Marine was at the end closest to the big "L" shaped line and the chow hall. I wnet over tp him and my bike. re-checked the number, put my left hand on his suprised shoulder, and with my right hand proceeded to help him dismount from my bike. I continued "discussing" the negative merits of having my bike and mentioned that "A Marine never steals from another Marine and definitelty doesn't get caught." He failed the second part. This asshole was screaming that it wasn't his bike as I was raining "love taps" on and around his head, shoulders, and stomach. A few kicks were added for good measure), and he had borrowed it from a friend. He wouldn't give up the friends name. So I suggested we bother one of the MP's in line who I'm sure wouldn't mind missing their chow for a thief. He demurred and I told him as I was walking away that he should have a chat with his friend for the asskicking he just received. BTY. The three Marines with me were true to their word. No one bothered me the whole time. Not even the MP's in line after they were told what was going on.
What is up my devil dog brothers!!!! WAR is hell and dont let another civillian tell u otherwise….
I'm a 67 year old Marine Corpsman and I just finished a 50 mile ride for cancer. Did it on a 35 year old bike as well. Thought you guys might be interested in a picture. The motto I taped to my handlebars was "Improvise, Adapt, Overcome"
Sgt. Grit,
I was reading a letter submitted by Gunny Brownmiller, and couldn't agree more with his statement. "I am guessing that "our yellow footprints" is something that only we can understand and when used in the outdoor world, they have no clue as to their hallowed meaning for many of us." It brought a nice memory of a post I made on FB.
Sgt. Grit
I just read the latest newsletter and enjoyed the entry from Don Spires and the photos of his 1998 Corvette roadster. I have a 2005 Corvette coupe, while I didn’t go as far as Don with a paint job, I do proudly display my Marine Corps career. Please see attached photos. I’d like to see more of our vet’s with their Vettes………………Semper Fi…………..
Sgt. Grit
Would like to thank you for all the raffle/door prizes you donated as well as gear we bought, or you provided for our Reunion July 6/7/8th 2012 In Prescott, AZ. I was one of the lucky winners on the drawing and received your D2 Extreme Utility Ka-Bar! With stand! Thanks for all you do for fellow Marines. I have personally been a loyal Sgt. Grit customer for a dozen years or so now.
Greetings,
A couple of months ago, I was thumbing through your catalog when I saw the Guidon Patch. I decided to order some. Unfortunately, the design is the "New Corps" design (USMC), and I wanted the "Old Corps" design, (FMF) for the K-4-13 (RVN) Reunion Association. I contacted Ms. Lam, provided her with a picture of the guidon from our last reunion, and ordered 25 patches. She sent me the art work for approval, and I ordered 25. They patches arrived today and are outstanding!
My uncle, Earl William Miller, U.S. Marine Corps passed away on July 10, 2012. He was a tanker in WWII serving with 2nd MarDiv in places such as Saipan, Tinian, Okinawa, Sasebo, and Nagasaki.
Uncle Earl was raised by my Mother (His sister) from a teenager and was sort of the older brother I never had. He was the influence that led me to enlist in the Corps where I had a successful 35 year career. I also had some influence on his grandson, Randy, joining the Corps. So it's all in the family.
