Never Forget…
Submitted by: Glen F. “Smoke” Burgess, Col. USMC (Ret)
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Two Sergeant Majors were walking across campus when one said, “Where did you get such a great bike?” The second Sergeant Major replied, “Well, I was walking along yesterday, minding my own business, when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike. She threw the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, “Take what you want.” The second Sergeant Major nodded approvingly, “Good choice; the clothes probably wouldn’t have fit.”
“Don’t die for your country; make your enemy die for his”
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Submitted by: Sean Brauner Cpl USMC
The following story circulated from a long forgotten source sometime during the extremely short 8 yrs, 9 mos, and 3 days of my enlistment: An Air Force Sergeant approached a Marine Sergeant outside an Enlisted Club to voice his disapproval after witnessing the seemingly harsh treatment the NCO had inflicted upon a young Lance Corporal. It seems the LCPL had over-indulged himself on beverages and had commenced a hands on demolition of the interior of the building before being hauled outside by the ear via one relatively large Marine Sergeant. Once outside, the SGT had apparently backhanded the LCPL in the back of his head/neck area, ordered him lock his drunken body at the position of attention , and proceeded to verbally reprimand the Devil-Pup in a manner befitting the behavior exhibited. When mission complete with the verbal full frontall assault, the SGT ordered the LCPL to return to the barracks and standby for the shock waves the following morning. Totally appalled by this public display, the Airman (with whom some credit should be given for having the fortitude to do so, however, the line between bravery and stupidity is reportedly very fine) approached the SGT and commented, “Hey Sergeant, don’t you think you were a little to harsh on that young man?” The SGT very calmly but firmly stated, “First of all, you’d better execute an about face and commence walking before you spring a leak, second of all, that’s exactly the kinda thing that makes men like me an ELITE FORCE and people like you, the Air Force.” Each party then silently parted, leaving with us yet another Corpsism which has been passed on from generation to generation.
During my six-year hitch with the Marines, I had many opportunities to sleep out in the boondocks in all types of terrain, from the sands of the Mojave Desert to the forests of Central America. And also, in all kinds of weather, from rainstorms in the mountains of California to summer nights on Veagus Island in the Caribbean. But the one time that stands out most in my memory, is the time I slept with a snake.
The water came to a rolling boil in the aluminum canteen cup as the sergeant began pouring coffee, sugar, powered cream and cocoa beverage powder into it. The sergeant snickered through the shadow of a three-day beard. 115 degrees and I’m drinking fucking coffee. After much practice he had mastered the balance of instant coffee and the other ingredients to make the perfect caf?-mocha. He removed the drink from a small camp stove that had been rigged to run on diesel fuel and took a sip. A smile graced his lips. Damn, it was good.
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1STLT
BATES, JOSHUA R.
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20030321-20030412
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Tyshon T Barfield on 01/31/2004 04:02:06 PM
HQMC Military Awards Branch on 01/31/2004
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01/31/2004 04:01:39 PM
James T. Conway, LtGen, Comanding General, I MEF

Typical pictures of armored HMMWVs, these were some shots of my trip prepping for a different convoy run returning from Anaconda. Yep, these vehicles are not A/C’d and all that metal acts like a big oven, but you don’t think about the heat?your total attention is on your surroundings looking for ambushes and traps. Pretty interesting ride when you convoy with your M-16 sticking out the window, operating a radio and sitting square to the window (twist your torso so that your body armor is facing the open window, most protection, it’s awkward and uncomfortable but you rather be uncomfortable for a short period or have a hole in you?). I was very proud of the way my gunners conducted themselves, standing tall and aggressively directing traffic away from the convoy in their gun turrets (very exposed).
03APR04
Thank you all for your continued support of me (even though I don’t usually write back) and my patriotic family at home. I am healthy and looking forward to a couple weeks with Cherise and the boys in a safe foreign country sometime next month.