Drafting men over 60

Drafting men over 60—-this is funny & obviously written by a Former Soldier-

I am over 60 and the Armed Forces thinks I’m too old to track down terrorists. You can’t be older than 42 to join the military. They’ve got the whole thing ass-backwards. Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn’t be able to join a military unit until you’re at least 35. read more

Regarding the “Really Old Corps”

Just read the article about the “Really Old Corps”. Made me smile with a strong inner sense of pride for having been in THAT Marine Corps, 1952-1955. I was not issued a Sam Browne Belt or Dress Blues but everything else in the article I remembered. I distinctly remember being one of about 6-7 men in my company in Korea still wearing boondockers and leggins in 1953. I had a Green Battle Jacket and wore it on R&R in Japan where I stood out like a sore thumb. Good memories all. Thanks . read more

Starting out from -zero

When I joined the Corps in July of ’57 we were flown from Portland,Or. We landed at Los Angeles and one of the guys asked the stewardess if we could get off the plane and stretch out legs. The nice lady said sure; long story made short the plane took off without us, we had to catch a later flight and when we got to San Diego we were already in deep ****. Helluva way to start out! read more

why I joined the Marines

In 1962 my brother, who was an active duty Marine, was home on leave and told me we were going to be in a war so I had better learn to fight. He said that I had better learn the right way if I wanted to stay alive and suggested the Marines. He was a PaRA-marine stationed in thailand. I believed him but by the time I enlisted they had done away with the para-marines. I don’t jump out of planes anyway. read more

Cpl

I saw my older brother on leave 1964 in his dress blues, metals, and rows of ribbons. My first thought was, I want that uniform and I want to be a Marine. September 12th 1968 I was at MCRD Camp Pendleton platoon 3081. I asked my brother before I went to boot camp as to what to expect. He grinned and say, no can do. I don’t want to ruin all the surprises. There were more than surprises awaiting us and my thanks goes out to DI Cpl. Joy. For his tough, physical, hard nose training, on and off the tarmac. The training it took to bring a lot of young Marines back home. Semper Fi. read more

CHRISTMAS WITH THE CORPS

CHRISTMAS WITH THE CORPS

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the Corps;
no one had liberty; the troops were all sore.
We were all sacked out – every man in the lot;
on our beds of spikes; the Marine Corps cot.
Then out of the night there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my rack to see whats the matter.
I rushed to the window while craning my neck,
but I tripped on my locker and fell on the deck.
The door opened wide, and it seemed to get colder;
when I saw that St. Nick had four stars on his collar.
It was the Commandant, there was never a doubt;
he was wearing his poncho, with the green side out.
He tip-toed around by every man’s rack;
closely inspecting each man’s field marching pack.
A chosen few got a ninty-six chit,
but most of us got a ration of shit.
Then he took off in his gold plated tank;
drawn by 8 colonels, all bucking for rank.
Going over the trees, he turned with a shout;
“Merry Christmas, your bastards, you’ll never get out!!” read more

Why I Joined The Marine Corps

This is why I joined the Marine Corps. This picture was taken on Nov 8, 1955 when I was 5 years old in downtown Baltimore, Md. It was published on Nov 10, 1955 in the Baltimore Sun newspaper celebrating the Marine Corps birthday. From that point on I knew that I wanted to be a Marine. I fulfilled that dream in June 68 and served four glorious years. I was able to find the Marine Staff Sergeant pictured with me in October 2001. He is Retired Sergeant Major Francis C. Rohrs. Hope you enjoy. Semper Fi Kevin W. Lowe Sgt USMC

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