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Received today from the son of a Marine.
Air Force Chaplain runs w/Marines
A message from Chaplain Johnson (LtCol, USAF)…
Chaplain's Thought
Last Thursday morning I was one of more than 300 runners in the NSA Armed Forces Week 5K run ( Ft. Meade , MD ). It was pretty crowded at the start, but things thinned out after about five minutes or so, and I took my bearings.
I am now old enough to have had “my younger days.” I can look back now on experiences I had 20-plus years ago and see quite a different person. I’m completely the same, while completely different. (I have talked to enough of you that I know you know what I mean.) Youthful exuberance and excitement have been replaced by cautious exuberance, and yes, even sloth. While excitement and great joy still occur in my life, “the way it was” can never be captured again. I guess that is how it should be. God willing, I am a long way from the end of my journey. Here are some of my thoughts on friendship as I approach 40.
In Boot Camp (1972), the very first thing Platoon Commander SSgt. J.R. Godfrey told us about the varying ethnic groups that made up Platoon 2014 was, "You're all green!" This would prove to be the first of many life lessons that would shape 62 hapless individuals into a cohesive unit and make it possible for us to survive Boot but more importantly, conquer life.
I left El Paso, Texas in May of 1960 for MCRD San Diego, I got through boot camp in good shape only to leave for ITR trainging at Camp Pendleton, California, after that, 30 days leave and then back to MCRD San Diego to attend field music school, 16 weeks and after graduation left for Oahu, Hawaii and Camp Smith above Pearl Harbor and the D&B team. Great duty, once a Marine always a Marine. Semper Fi!!!
Sgt. Grit. 1stSgt. Holman here. This is how home depot in Sacramento, CA. and Sacramento's Finest worked together to celebrate the fourth of July 2011 and give back to the people in the area.
It was a great day for all of us. We had Marines from WW2 – Korea – Nam – Desert Storm – Freedom and Present show up.
I read with interest the item entitled “What Irritates Me” in the latest news letter (21 July) because I am in the same category. I am a marine who arrived at the Marine Corps recruit depot in Parris Island, S C in April of 1961. Upon release from my six months (179 days) of active duty, I was assigned to a 105 artillery battalion in Cedar Rapids, Iowa and we fired our guns until I completed my enlistment, being honorably discharged in January of 1967. During this time, I had signed the blank check (my life on the line), the concept never came closer than when we were assembled on the parade field at Camp Pendleton to hear President Johnson’s speech citing his options relating to the Tonkin Bay incident. The organization was saying that he was planning to call the reserves to reinforce his position in Vietnam. He announced, however, his decision that he was going to increase the draft and train more people; and that the reserves would not be called. I guess that if he had chosen option 1, I would have been a “veteran”.
My boyfriend, a Lance Corporal, shows me an HMH-461 that he flew on when on tour in Iraq.
To All my Friends and Fam.
Three Van Horn Tx natives, may god bless them and return them back safe and sound. I send this on a day of remembrance so that others may remember what they do as we sit in the safety of our homes. May we also take a moment and sit in silence so that we may remember all that gave their lives so that we could reap the reward of freedom.
