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  1. Ode to a Marine In a crowd you're bound to spot him, He's standing so very tall Not too much impresses him; He's seen and done it all. His hair is short, his eyes are sharp, But his smile's a little blue. It's the only indication Of the hell that he's gone through. He belongs to a sacred brotherhood, Always Faithful 'til the end. He has walked right into battle And walked back out again. Many people think him foolish For having no regrets About having lived through many times Others would forget. He's the first to go and last to know, But never questions why, On whether it is right or wrong, But only do or die. He walks a path most won't take He's lost much along the way, But he thinks a lot of freedom, It's a small price to pay. Yes, he has chosen to live a life Off the beaten track, Knowing well each time he's called, He might not make it back. So, next time you see a Devil Dog Standing proud and true, Be grateful for all he's given; He's given it for you. Don't go up and ask him What's it's like to be in a war; Just thank God that it's your country He's always fighting for. And thank him too for all the hell He's seen in that shade of green, Thank him for having the guts To be a United States Marine. Dedicated to all Marines, Past and Present. By: Jeannie Salinski
  2. Jimmy Dean - Oklahoma Bill The General just gave me a medal oh I'm a sight for mom to see But when the news gets round that I ain't got ole Bill Some kids gonna think a whole lot less of me You see she gave me that puppy and said he'd protect me through the night And if I got hurt he'd go for help or he'd back me up in a fight He growed all the while I was trainin' forget him I never will Cause you'd never see me with right at my heels was Oklahoma Bill We hit a long ridge one sunup and it seemed like death held all the cards Cause we payed and payed with lives of men for every hard fought yard When finally we drove up to the top there wasn't nothin' but death behind And as we all dug in we all thanked God though we numbered only nine And as the snipers switched their guns as darkness closed that hill My soul companion in the night was Oklahoma Bill There's no glory in a battle once you've seen its awful cost But there's glory in the knowledge that your flag is never lost And yet in the stillness of the nightime and all alone you hold a post You start cryin' like a baby sittin' there with all the ghosts You feel your buddies are pattin' your back though their guns're silent and still It's only a dog tryin' to love you my Oklahoma Bill I gave my note to the Colonel and I bound a shattered leg And I said Bill we're sure in trouble he never whimpered or begged I could tell he hated to leave me I was the only God he ever knew But quick as a flash he took of through the night like a fightin' marine would do I kept firin' till help finally came it was him though that saved that hill A dyin' dog had got through the lines my Oklahoma Bill That little ol' kid will always wonder what happened to her dog But she'll find out on Judgement Day when she sees the big Skipper's log We'll all walk in and bugles'll blow and we'll stand our last revue And men who've died for men on earth will get their heavenly dues And if all brave hearts are there that day I'll get my greatest thrill When I hang this medal around the neck of Oklahoma Bill Semper Fi
  3. The Final Inspection The Marine stood and faced God Which must always come to pass He hoped his shoes were shining Just as bright as his brass. "Step forward you Marine, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The Marine squared his shoulders and said "No, Lord, I guess I ain't Because those of us who carry guns Can't always be a saint. I've had to work on Sundays And at times my talk was tough, And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep. Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills got just to steep, And I never passed a cry for help Though at times I shook with fear, And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here. They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand, I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand." There was silence all around the throne Where the saints had often trod As the Marine waited quietly, For the judgment of his God. "Step forward now, you Marine, You've borne your burden well. Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell."
  4. T'was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give And to see whom in this house did live. As I looked all around a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stockings by the fire, just boots full of sand. On the wall hung pictures of a far-away land. With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, A sobering thought soon came to my mind. For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen. This was the house of a U.S. Marine. I'd heard stories about them, so I had to see more. I walked down the hallway and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping. Silent. Alone. Curled up on the floor of his one-bedroom home. He seemed so gentle, his face so serene. Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up on his poncho, a floor for his bed? His head was clean shaven, his face weathered tan. I soon understood this was more than a man. For I realized families that I had just seen that night Owed their lives to these men, so willing to fight. Soon around the nation the children would play And grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day. They enjoyed freedom each day and all year Because of Marines like the one lying here. I couldn't help but wonder how many lay alone On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home. Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees and I started to cry. He must have awakened for I heard a rough voice. "Santa, Don't cry. This is my choice. I fight for freedom. I don't ask for more. My life is my God, my Country, my Corps." With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep. I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I watched him for hours. So silent. So still. I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill. So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, To cover this Marine from his toes to his head. Then I put on his tee-shirt of scarlet and gold, With an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold. Although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride. For one shining moment, I was the Marine Corps deep inside. I didn't want to leave him, so quiet in the night, This guardian of honor, so willing to fight. But, half asleep, he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure, Said, "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day - All Secure." One look at my watch and I knew he was right. Merry Christmas, my friend. Semper Fi - and good night!
  5. As Marines, we try to take the "quit" attitude away from people. I tell every young man and woman that I have enlisted that there are 3 things that will go through your mind in the first 10 seconds when you get off the bus at bootcamp: 1. "Oh my God, what have I done?" 2. "I've made the biggest mistake of my life." 3. "How do I get the fuzz out of here?" *not written by me..
  6. THE FIVE MOST DANGEROUS THINGS IN THE U. S. MARINE CORPS>> #5 A PFC saying, "I learned this in Bootcamp...." #4 A SGT saying, "Trust me, sir..." #3 A 2ndLt saying, "Based on my experience..." #2 A 1stLt saying, "I Was just thinking.." #1 A Gunny chuckling, "Watch this..."
  7. What makes Marine infantry special? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What makes Marine infantry special? Asking the question that way misses the most fundamental point about the United States Marine Corps. In the Marines, everyone - sergeant, mechanic, cannoneer, supply man, clerk, aviator, cook - is a rifleman first. The entire corps, all 170,000 or so on the active rolls, plus the reserves, are all infantry. All speak the language of the rifle and bayonet, of muddy boots and long, hot marches. It's never us and them, only us. That is the secret of the Corps." "If Army infantry amounts to a stern monastic order standing apart, on the edge of the wider secular soldier world, Marine infantry more resembles the central totem worshiped by the entire tribe. Marines have specialized, as have all modern military organizations. And despite the all-too-real rigors of boot camp, annual rifle qualification, and high physical standards, a Marine aircraft crew chief or radio repairman wouldn't make a good 0311 on a squad assault. But those Marine technical types know that they serve the humble grunt, the man who will look the enemy in the eye within close to belly-ripping range. Moreover, all Marines think of themselves as grunts at heart, just a bit out of practice at the moment. That connection creates a great strength throughout the Corps." "It explains why Marine commanders routinely, even casually, combine widely disparate kinds of capabilities into small units. Marines send junior officers and NCOs out from their line rifle companies and expect results. They get them, too." "Even a single Marine has on call the firepower of the air wing, the Navy, and all of the United States. Or at least he thinks he does. A Marine acts accordingly. He is expected to take charge, to improvise, to adapt, to overcome. A Marine gets by with ancient aircraft (the ratty C-46E Frog, for example), hand-me-down weapons (such as the old M-60 tanks used in the Gulf War), and whatever else he can bum off the Army or cajole out of the Navy. Marines get the job done regardless, because they are Marines. They make a virtue out of necessity. The men, not the gear, make the difference. Now and again, the Marines want to send men, not bullets." "This leads to a self-assurance that sometimes comes across as disregard for detailed staff-college quality planning and short shrift for high-level supervision. Senior Army officers in particular sometimes find the Marines mateurish, cavalier, and overly trusting in just wading in and letting the junior leaders sort it out. In the extreme, a few soldiers have looked at the Corps as some weird, inferior, ersatz ground war establishment, a bad knockoff of the real thing." "'A small, *****ed-up army talking Navy lingo,' opined Army Brigadier General Frank Armstrong in one of the most brutal interservice assessments. That was going too far. But deep down, many Army professionals tended to wonder about the Marines. Grab a defended beach? Definitely. Seize a hill? Sure, if you don't mind paying a little. But take charge of a really big land operation? Not if we can help it." "Anyone who has watched an amphibious landing unfold would be careful with that kind of thinking. The Marines actually have a lot in common with their elite Army infantry brothers, if not with all the various Army headquarters and service echelons. True, Marine orders do tend to be, well...brief. But so do those of the airborne, the air assault, the light-fighters, and the rangers, for the same good reason: Hard, realistic training teaches soldiers how to fight by doing, over and over, so they need not keep writing about it, regurgitating basics every time. More enlightened soldiers consider that goodness. A three-inch thick order, a big CP, and lots of meetings do not victory make. The Marines consciously reject all that. And why not? Despite the occasional Tarawa or Beirut, it works." "A Corps infused with a rifleman ethos has few barriers to intra-service cooperation. The Army talks a great deal about combined arms and does it down to about battalion level, with a lot of weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. Marines do it all the way down to the individual Marine. Soldiers have defined military occupational specialties and guard their prerogatives like union shop stewards. Finance clerks don't do machine guns. Mechanics skip foot marches to fix trucks. Intel analysts work in air-conditioned trailers; they don't patrol. Marines, though, are just Marines. They all consider themselves trigger pullers. They even like it, as might be expected of an elite body." Colonel Daniel F. Bolger, U.S. Army USA DEATH GROUND: TODAY'S AMERICAN INFANTRY IN BATTLE pp. 264-266.
  8. A Short History of Identification Tags Captain Richard W. Wooley Quartermaster Professional Bulletin-December 1988 Note: At the time this article was written the term Graves Registration was used for what is now call Mortuary Affairs. Arlington National Cemetery is not the only resting place for "Unknown Soldiers." Countless American soldiers have died defending their way of life throughout the history of this nation; many of their graves are marked with a single word, "unknown." The Civil War provided the first recorded incident of American soldiers making an effort to ensure that their identities would be known should they die on the battlefield. Their methods were varied, and all were taken on a soldier's own initiative. In 1863, prior to the battle of Mine's Run in northern Virginia, General Meade's troops wrote their names and unit designations on paper tags and pinned them to their clothing. Many soldiers took great care to mark all their personal belongings. Some troops fashioned their own "ID" (identification) tags out of pieces of wood, boring a hole in one end so that they could be worn on a string around the neck. The commercial sector saw the demand for an identification method and provided products. Harper's Weekly Magazine advertised "Soldier's Pins" which could be mail ordered. Made of silver or gold, these pins were inscribed with an individual's name and unit designation. Private vendors who followed troops also offered ornate identification disks for sale just prior to battles. Still, despite the fact that fear of being listed among the unknowns was a real concern among the rank and file, no reference to an official issue of identification tags by the Federal Government exists. (42% of the Civil War dead remain unidentified.) The first official advocacy of issuing identification tags took place in 1899. Chaplain Charles C. Pierce, who was tasked to establish the Quartermaster Office of Identification in the Philippines, recommended inclusion of an "identity disc" in the combat field kit as the answer to the need for standard identification. The Army Regulations of 1913 made identification tags mandatory, and by 1917, all combat soldiers wore aluminum discs on chains around their necks. By World War II, the circular disc was replaced by the oblong shape familiar to us today, generally referred to as "dog tags." Since then, some myths have arisen in connection with the purpose of the identification tags. One of the more common myths involves the reason for the notch on the tag issued between 1941 and the early 1970's. Battlefield rumor held that the notched end of the tag was placed between the front teeth of battlefield casualties to hold the jaws in place. No official record of American soldiers being issued these instructions exists; the only purpose of "the notch" was to hold the blank tag in place on the embossing machine. The machine used at this time doesn't require a notch to hold he blank in place, hence, today's tags are smooth on all sides. Thee sole purpose of the identification tag is stated by its designation. Tags found around the neck of a casualty, and only those tags found around the neck, stay with the remains at all times tags found any place besides around the neck are made note of in the Record of Personal Effects of Deceased Personnel, and placed in an effects bag. They are not removed unless there is a need to temporarily inter the remains. If there is only one tag present, another is made to match the first. If the remains are unidentified, two tags marked "unidentified" are made. One tag is interred with the individual, the other placed on a wire ring in the sequence of the temporary cemetery plot. This enables Graves Registration personnel to make positive identification of remains during disinterment procedures; when the remains are disinterred, the tag on the wire ring is removed and placed with the matching tag around the neck. The Department of the Army has developed and is currently testing a new tag, which will hold 80% of a soldier's medical and dental data on a microchip. Known as the Individually Carried Record, it is not intended to replace the present tag, but rather to augment it as part of the "paperless battlefield" concept. This development is in keeping with the Army's dedication to positively identify each and every fallen soldier. The Armed Forces make every possible effort to eradicate discrepancies and remove doubts about casualties, not least those doubts that families may hold concerning the demise of their loved ones. In recent years, a near perfect record of identifying service members who have died in the line of duty has been achieved, a far cry from the 58% rate of identification that stood during the Civil War. The ID tag has, been and remains a major part of the reason for this record. Are you wearing your ID tags today? Too many military personnel, particularly those who are part of the peacetime force stationed in CONUS (Continental United States), forget how vital those tags can be, forget that as soldiers they are always on the line. Wearing your ID tags is one of the easiest actions you can make towards achieving total readiness, so take those tags out of your dresser and put them around your neck. Remember -the simple information contained on that small aluminum tag can speak for you if you can't speak for yourself; it could mean the difference between a positive identification and an uncertain future for those who survive you, should your identity be "...known only to God." At the time this article was written CPT Richard W. Wooley was Chief of Individual Training. Graves Registration Department (now the Mortuary Affairs Center), U.S. Army Quartermaster School, Fort Lee, Virginia.
  9. YOU MIGHT BE A JARHEAD IF... You've ever used the term "Oohrah" in any context Your dream home is base housing You've ever rolled pennies to buy beer on a weeknight You've ever sold blood to buy beer You've ever financed a tattoo You met your wife at a strip joint Your kid has a high & tight You still have your full basic issue Your boot polish doesn't come out of a bottle Your cammies have more starch than your potatoes You refer to McDonald's food as "chow" You've ever read your 'Battle Skills' book for fun You still know all your General Orders You call your friends "Devil Dog" You think your military training is seriously worth college credit Your picture is outside the Career Planner's office You have whitewalls on your head, but not your car You consider going to The Roadhouse a night on the town You still know the words to the "Marine's Hymn" You say things are 'good to go,' or 'outstanding' Your favorite game is Spades You still imitate your drill instructors You call cadence to yourself You get your haircut at the Day Store You've ever given a period of instruction You've ever "locked on" anybody You use Aqua Velva aftershave You iron your coveralls You have a dog named "Chesty" You have a blues cover in the back window of your car You've ever done anything for love of Corps You display your rank on the windshield of your car You press your cammies after you get them from the cleaners You have a subscription to 'The Marine Corps Times' You use the term "hard charger" on a subject other than batteries You think your unit doesn't PT enough You think Motrin cures things You wear your dogtags to the beach You still use any drill instructor clichs You forgot to "vent" the fuse on a can of NAP sitting under the hot sun of 29 stumps for hours as the hop was delayed! (You know who you are. Stay strong my brothers) All your underwear still has your laundry number on it You stencil your name on your jeans You refer to regular clothes as 'civvies' You've ever ironed your sheets for field day You get your hair cut once a week You've ever worn out an ironing board You hang your dirty laundry from the foot of your bed More than half of your wardrobe was purchased at the BX You "quarter-deck" your kids You practice line training on your wife You argue with people about whether Paris Island or San Diego was better You use your seabag as luggage You have a picture of the Commandant in your living room You wear your wooly-pully with Levis You wear your all weather coat with regular clothes (or civvies) The horn on your car plays the 'Marine Hymn' Your picture is outside the BX You've ever starved until dinner because you woke up too late to go to the chow hall You have the belief that you can kick someone's *** because they're in the Navy If you've ever suggested that your unit goes on a hump You've ever gone to a bar or dance club in your blues You found CPL School motivating You like 'Tun Tavern" Beer You have a camouflage comforter on your bed You keep MRE's around just in case you get hungry You go to the chow hall to meet women You've ever had razor burn on your head You signed the Chesty Puller stamp petition You've ever used the term 'very well' in normal conversation The Number 1 indicator you might be a Jarhead.... you read this far! Semper Fi! Content provided by American Honor Corp
  10. landser1102

    Warning!

    Warning! Before you join the Marines The Surgeon General reports that becoming a Marine may have the following side effects. 1.The desire to style your hair in both a high and a tight fashion. 2.Uncontrollable urges to grunt like an ape and say nonsensical words like OORAH! 3.Habitually sleeping on the ground and thinking bad thoughts about the Navy, Army and Air Force. 4.Repeatedly defending your country from her enemies, receving praise and admiration for doing so.
  11. Last Thursday morning I was one of more than 300 runners in the National Security Agency (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. Perhaps 200 yards ahead of me was a group of maybe 8 Marines or so who were obviously running together. I decided that a good goal would be to beat them, which seemed reasonable as I am a macho Air Force Chaplain and they were only a bunch of United States Marines. I kept them in sight for the next couple of miles, but the longer the race went on, the younger those guys got. It became apparent to me in the last half mile that I was not going to catch them, and I resigned myself to finishing well behind them. Then I noticed that one of their teammates was struggling and was gradually dropping off the pace. I panted out ! a word of encouragement as I caught him and realized that he was not about to give up. Within 100 yards of the finish line I saw a strange sight. The entire group of Marines made a U-turn in the road and were running back towards me. As they ran past me I noted their well-chiseled muscles and the determined set of their jaws. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see them rally around their buddy to provide the emotional support of the team so that they could all finish together. I was impressed. No way would they leave a struggling comrade behind. As I entered the finishing chute I murmured a prayer, "God, I'm glad those guys are on our side." And so it was that I learned a theological truth from the U.S. Marines that is as vivid as any my seminary professors ever taught, "If anyone sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? Let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth." John 3:17,18. Last Thursday I witnessed "a few good men" in action. They reminded me of the strength of being a team, and that words without actions are pretty much useless. Thanks Marines A message from Chaplain Johnson, LtCol, USAF
  12. Former 0311 here.. India 3/1, '97 to '99 CI co TBS, '99 to '01 Semper Fi
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