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Grit,
Attached is a picture of the 1/1 81's forward observer radio operatort re-couping at Phu Bai after TET. The world famous 5 Lou's, from left to right:
Mark Anderson – AKA "Big Lou" – Chicago.
Bruce Coe – AKA "Lou" – Elmirya, NY (Deceased).
Ron Meyers – AKA "Little Lou", AKA "Superman".
Bill Guntor – AKA "Medium Lou", AKA "The Derilict" – Central Mass.
Tom Waltz – AKA "Squog", AKA "Lou" – NH.
I just wanted to express my thanks to Sgt Grit for your assistance in helping me get my Dress Blues ready for the 2012 Birthday Ball with 2/14, Kilo Company in Huntsville, AL. While I spent my active duty time attached to 3d MAW, MAG-11, VMFP-3, I am welcomed each year to celebrate the birth of the Marines.
While a young PFC stationed at Marine Detachment Sabana Seca, Puerto Rico, in 1980, I received a letter from my younger brother who was at MCRD SD. I was shocked, and over joyed, as I did not know he was joining Our Beloved Corps. Needless to say, over the next couple of months he received many letters from me with all sorts of nasty comments on the envelopes about DI’s in general. He came out of Boot Camp one stronger Marine thanks to me.
Was commuting from CA, (2004) and still working whilst building the retirement home… got to Nashville every couple weeks to check on progress, make decisions (colors, etc.), all the things involved with the general contractor… got on the internet one night with the laptop at the motel, was sure I had changed my airline reservation by one day… got to the airport, went to check in, and the CSR advised that my res was for the day before, and the plane was full, and basically, I was scr-wed… (feeder airline for United). The Station Manager happened by, must've noted my cover, wanted to know what the problem was? A few keyboard clicks later, he had created a seat on a full flight for me… and told me he was never a Marine, but was a Master Guns' dependent… and pointing to the flag hung in the ticket gallery, said "that flag's up there because of guys like my Dad and you… have a nice flight!" True story… I hope some poor travelling salesman didn't get bumped… but wasn't going to ask…
For Father's Day I received this picture from my son. He is stationed at Camp Lejeune in North Carolina. Currently he is training in the martial arts and mentions that if something happens to his weapon he has to be able to take out the enemy with his bare hands.
Sgt. Grit,
My compliments to you & your folks on your great Newsletter & the quality gear I've purchased from your catalog.
Also, one of the things that Ddick mentioned. C-Rat butts, old but better than nothing, they'll choke you to death until you get used to them, if ever. I had the "luxury" of smoking many in the (2) tours I was over there. For the Sgt's information, the Lucky Strike's did have a green ring & also on the Camel packs, the camel only had one hump, not two, like on the "newer" packs. If you'll check out the attachment included with this e-mail, you'll see what I mean.
By your leave Sgt Grit…
Pittsburgh (PA) trolley, around early spring of 1950. I was 8yrs young then. Read the nose of the trolley.
Does anyone remember the Laundry Trucks (Lejeune) in the mid-60's. Trying to recall prices, like a set of utilities, a buck an' quarter ($1.25).
Many of you know I bleed Garnet and Gold, but before I became a rabid FSU fan I was and still am a very patriotic person. As an Army brat I was taught from the get go just what it meant to be an American, and just what our servicemen went thru to make sure all our US citizens could live free. Then in the 60s, Vietnam happened and not only did my Daddy go to Vietnam (twice, got a Purple Heart and the Bronze Star for saving his whole group of men he was in charge of), but friends I went to HS with and many other young men including my U.S. Marine Corps husband.
While a hard-charging L/Cpl at Marine Barracks, San Francisco Naval Shipyard (Hunter's Point) in 1963, I had to pass up our usual Friday noon chow, which was a choice between rib-eye steak or lobster tails. (Kudos here to SSgt Floyd Cook, our Mess NCO, who always delivered the very best chow to the 76 Marines at the Barracks).
Looking through your closeout items I was glad to see a couple of bumper stickers from my era. The Cold War (1955 – 1959). Thank you.
I was p-ssed when I:
1. Got demoted from Sgt to Cpl (rate change structure).
2. Didn't receive a Fire Watch ribbon (National Defense).
3. Can't join the American Legion (on my own merit).
