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Repost from a blog I found, Not from a Marine but still some good Knowledge:
No. 1. Yelling doesn’t make you skinny. PT does.
If you’re not out there saluting the flag every morning at 6:30, you can automatically assume your Soldiers are not. Soldiers don’t care if you’re in first place. They just want to see you out there. This is a team sport.
No one who has served in the Corp should feel guilty for not doing enough. First YOU were accepted so you are the few, the proud and among the best of the best. You’ve been tested and you passed. You are prepared to be challenged to many employment situations that require lesser skills in which you can exceed against those who haven’t been tested. After the Corp I returned to the classroom, accepted various jobs, got experience and eventually became a Stock broker and the Investment Banker. Straight commission jobs but I exceeded and was able to retire early and wealthy. Now I write books, give seminars and accept new challenges. I am now 80 and perfectly healthy and working full time at new jobs I enjoy. I must keep working in order to stay healthy. I will always be a L/Cpl 2511 as my base. From there I discovered I could do anything I wanted and make millions, have 5 wonderful educated children and always put a Marine decal on the back windows of my cars. Semper Fi / Chuck Salisbury E-3 evolved
so where do I start , I enlisted shortly after high school . My old man was a mean drunk so when he found out he wan me over with his tractor smashing my right hand . that put my enlistment on hold till it healed . Only thing was the healing was slow and took into winter . I had run away from home and sleeping in an old ’56 ford wagon my sister gave me . Freezing my butt off . They finally let me go in right after Christmas of ’64 . My hand was less that perfect , my feet were flat , short and skinny from being under nurished . The medics had me standing bare foot in my skivies on a cement floor all day . there was some big guy that kept saying do your feet hurt ? Of course they were killing me but NO SIR was all he got out of me . At some point a group of DI’s show up to evaluate me . They told me just say so and you can go home . I broke down with ” I have no place to go . ” There was a chin up bar there and I impressed my Senior DI with a few Chin ups using only 2 fingers on my right hand . I remember him saying ” he’s only using 2 fingers , hell I’ll take him ”. He taught me to eat , walk tall , look people in the eye when I spoke , self esteem …..EVERYTHING . I owe everything I have , everything I am to the Marine Corps .
To all combat Vietnam Vets and to all cops. We all are victims of spineless politicians.
In Vietnam we started out behind the 8 ball.
1 We could not go into N. Vietnam
2 We had too many stand down conditions imposed on us.
3 Jane Fn Fonda and the media turned on us.
4 We rotated troops every year. The NVA didn’t do that crap.
5 As we got more disheartened the enemy got bolder.
End result. The politicians with help of the media and 2 bit actress lost Vietnam.
The same playbook has been and is still used against the cops today.
When dealing with the enemy, the mob, they are told to stand down.
No tear gas, pepper spray, batons, or harsh language can used against the mob.
The cop become disheartened as the mob gets boulder. End result. Cities lost. All demonrats too.
I stand with the cops and law and order. I say vote to protect our 1st and 2nd amendment rights.
It aint about Black and White, it’s about doing what’s right. Vote America 1st.
IN GOD WE TRUST
Mike Giles
USMC 1965-1969
D/2/12 with the Walikng Dead.
Semper Fi.
My friend Wayne and myself enlisted in the Corp in mid Aug 1970. I was born with a partial paralysis of my left foot but played football baseball and was above average in sports. When we took the physical to get in notes and discussions were made and was decided that I was physically fit. After arriving at Parris Island on the second day had another physical As we all did. Was picked up a couple of days later by our D.I.’s after a week maybe, had to go see a Navy orthopaedic doc who suggested I may not be fit for duty.
I joined the Corps in July 1956. Spent my time at MCRD, then Camp Pendleton and on to Asia for two tours in the Phillipines. When we were out in the boondocks, we still had c-rats from a long time before that. The Lucky Strikes and Chesterfields were so old we had to hold them upright or the tabacco would fall out. A few draws and they were burned up! The c-rat fruits were good, but the stews were a gut churner! They had a greasy layer on top that would turn your stomach.
Tonight, as a United States Marine with 3 combat tours to Afghanistan, a Bronze Star w/ “V” for valor (heroism), Purple Heart, and 2 Navy Achievement Medals for actions in Afghanistan… I thought about SUICIDE. I didn’t think about it because I thought life was too hard. I didn’t think about it because I didn’t think I could conquer whatever obstacle lies ahead. After all, what can stop a Marine…Nothing.
Returning from a Med Cruise in the fall of 1962 My unit was part of BLT 2-6 and instead of pulling into Morehead City N.C. we pulled into Norfolk Va. and sitting on the pier along with fresh food and other supplies was a recoil system for a 105 mm cannon which was for my sections gun which went out in Sardinia. While there I got to call home and spoke with my mom and she asked what’s going on and I replied” I don’t know but tomorrow morning we have a “F”ing pack and rifle inspection!”
National Hispanic Heritage Month is observed every year from September 15 to October 15 to commemorate the contributions of Hispanic Americans to the United States of America’s history and culture. A large part of these contributions are made by the honorable men and women of Hispanic descent who earn their naturalization after joining the armed forces in America.
On my return from a tour in Vietnam, my Mom met me at the airport. When we got to the car, she asked me if I wanted to drive home. I accepted and began the 60 mile trip from Milwaukee to our home town in central Wisconsin. As I was merging onto the 4-lane, another driver cut me off and I yelled “you non-driving f**k” at him as I maneuvered to avoid a collision. A few minutes of silence followed, broken my my Mom saying “I wish you wouldn’t use that word”. I said “but Mom, it’s so dirty”. She responded, “well yes, when you use it like that”. I apologized for my language and gained a new perspective on my mother.
