Gunny Sgt. Barbosa

Sgt. Grit a few years back I sent you a comment about my Gunny Sgt. Barbosa and it was about the time we were out in the field (1958) and climbing a monster of a hill at Camp Pendleton. Well I was in great shape for I had just finished playing football for the First Marines and was feeling my oats when I grabbed the tripod and 30 light and humped up the hill passing everyone in my path. When we got to the top of the hill Gunny Barbosa came over to me and said "Don't be a Smart A-z Conners" I remembered that and will never forget his comment as long as I live and never did it again… read more

Vietnam 1968 Thanksgiving Menu

Thought you might like a copy of this since everyone talks about chow.  I agree Hill 55 had the best mess hall.

Commanding General’s Thanksgiving Day Message (inside of menu)

Thanksgiving is an American holiday in every sense of the word. It is a traditional family affair and each of us will be missed this year as our loved ones gather for the occassion. read more

Dress Blues Marine Monument

Dear Sgt Grit,

My name is Harry J. Daigle. I joined the Marine Corps in 1953 at the age of 17.  Feb 28 1954, was when I graduated from MCRD.  I stayed in the Corps 8 years, 8 days, and 8 hours.  I got out as Cpl. E-4 like you did.  I would have enlisted for another 6 years if they have given Sgt. E-5 I left the corps Dec 8, 1961, and after 58 years I still love the corps. As you see by the monument in my front yard, next to my American flag and the Marine Corps flag I bought from you.  I just want to share my monument with all other Marines, celebrating the Fourth of July. read more

Vietnam Chow and C-Rats: Chili In His Helmet

Sgt. Grit,

I had to send you these pictures. Others have talked about cooking in their helmet but I thought you would like to see what we made. Here is L/cpl Jim Berry fixing what we called chili in his helmet. We would ask our folks to send us chili powder and tomato sauce. Then we would empty out all the meat products from a case of C rations mix heat and serve. We were on the go a lot and made the best of any situation. My dad sent me a care package every week, these consisted of cigarettes, a local newspaper, salami, pepperoni, cookies and a small jar of manhattans, a family drink. Jim was my best friend in Vietnam we shared everything. Sadly Jim was killed in a motor cycle accident a few years after getting home. read more