Culture of the United States Marine Corps
We made the mistake of going on Texas, OU Saturday, yes it was a mess. Well I got lots of great comments on my shirt, until half time. My Daughter and I were in line to get a corndog and a cold beer when a young Texas Coed taps me on the shoulder. I turned and she asked "Just what dose your shirt mean". I said "can you read"?
A little miffed she said YES, but "What is your intent". Well I explained that my son was now in Iraq, fighting for freedom, not just for the Iraqi people but for all of us, he was in College the year before and while others fought for freedom he sure had a good time, or at least his grade reflected that. I went on to say this was my way of tell everyone about him. As I turned back around she flipped her blond hair and said to her two boy friends " So what makes him so special".
Marine, not like the to wimps your with". And I thought Marine Moms were bad. Just wanted to drop a line to let you know how much I enjoy your newsletter, even though it brings tears to my eyes every time I read it. You see my father passed away two years ago. When he was alive I would print out your newsletter every week and take it for him to read.
It was the highlight of his week. He really enjoyed all of the old war stories and the new ones. I have just recently gotten internet again and one of the first things I did was to request your newsletter again. I would like to tell you about the day he died. You see my father was ate up with cancer. We found out on May 23, He had it in the brain, skull, leg, arm, back and lung. My father was a proud man and lived a Marines life to the day he died.
The day he passed was July 2, He had been undergoing radiation and was due to start chemo the next week. He knew that the next week we would have to call in hospice for additional health reasons. That morning, I walked in with my suitcase and said "I'm spending the night tonight. He went for radiation and came home. When his sister went to leave, he made her kiss him and told her he loved her.
That afternoon my husband came over and daddy lost his first bit of hair. He looked at us and laughed with his gruff voice, the cancer had affected his vocal cords, and said "I'm shedding like a dog". My husband left and my mom went to lye down. I had just gotten her out of the hospital.
My father and I talked about our plans for the 4th. I could tell he was real tired. He decided to go to bed. That night I had to help him get undressed, this killed me, for I knew how proud my dad had always been. I got him into the restroom and went to sit on the bed with my mother.
I sat there and cried. I told her "I can't stand to see him this way". When he came back I helped get him in bed and left for him and my mother to be alone. She got his legs fixed like he liked them and he looked and her and said "I love you" she looked at him and told him she loved him too. With that, he laid his head down on his pillow and left us.
He never struggled for a breath, he went so peacefully. As I have said before my father was a Marine to the day he died. How blessed I was too have been by his side and see him go so peacefully. He wanted a closed casket because he thought he wouldn't look like himself. Like the strong Marine all of our family had known. However, that was the only wish I didn't fulfill. For he looked like daddy. Marine Corps haircut and all. Marine Corps Air Station in Beaufort sent over the honor guard.
I can tell you there wasn't a dry eye in the house as they played "Taps" for the most dedicated Marine our family knew. I feel as though he died with the honor of the Corps. God blessed us and him by not making him suffer, as so many others have. For God knew what a proud man my father had always been and let him die with dignity and grace. All of which was instilled in him by his many years in the Marine Corps. Ward United States Marine Corps. Heaven has crowned all its other blessings, by giving a fairer opportunity for political happiness, than any other Nation has ever been favored with.
Grit, Every year since we were married in , my husband and I did something special on the Marine Corps Birthday. He was in the marines for 6 years, then the Army for 3 years and then the Virginia National Guard for 4 more while attending nursing school and finally got out of the service when he became a full time ICU RN. He then went on to Medical School at 40 and became an MD. However, on April 8, he died just 5 days before his 52nd birthday of a sudden heart attack and left me in shock of which I am slowly recovering as we were "buddies" as he said. We were married in July and he wore his dress blues instead of a tux.
It was for me a imitation Arlington Cemetery. Another widower who was a Korean war veteran Marine saw it and we were Semper fi - ing each other. He is now a good buddy as he is a volunteer at the hospital where I am an RN. This year I am not only going to return to the National Cemetery, but I will be wearing your Old Corps T shirt I purchased from your website and then I will again have a Chinese lunch with my husband's spirit. For my first Christmas after his death in , my son gave me a very large musical box statute of the Iwo Jima statute which plays the Marine Corps Hymn. When I opened this gift, I cried so hard - not because I was sad - they were tears of joy and good feelings that my husband was with us at our son's house in Jacksonville for that Christmas celebration.
It was the best gift I could ever have received. It graces space next to his flag box on a book case with a cup that says "Marine Wife, toughest job in the Corps" next to our wedding picture he in dress blues and also a Boyd's bear saluting the flag on the music box of Iwo. You see my husband was in the 8th and I drum and bugle corps 2 years before going to Vietnam and did a lot of sunset parades at Iwo and Friday evening parades at the barracks, as well as processions at Fort McHenry in Baltimore, so all of these are a part of my memories and make me realize he is not gone here on earth, just playing the snare drum in Heaven.
Thanks for your newsletter, it just confirms what I already knew: Once a Marine, always a Marine. And I feel that goes for the wives, mothers, fathers, and other family members as well. Dee Mann, Zephyrhills, FL. He will be home soon We Marines will fight for the rights of our countrymen to believe as they like. That is what we do and we will never waver from such duty. That question should never be asked.
The question to be asked is will they do the same for us? For the most part I would think yes but there are those who would not. It is to these people I say, do not fret we still got you covered. You see it is not really about you and it never will be. It's about doing what is right. It is about upholding principles and believing in these United States of America. Semper Fi Jerone A. I'm not the type to post stuff on a newsletter or a website, but I feel like now's the time to start. Tomorrow will mark the 22nd anniversary of the bombing of the Marine Barracks in Beirut where we lost in one of the 1st acts of terrorism on this country.
It was on that Sun Morning that I saw P. Kelly speak on the news. It was on that day that I decided I was going to join the Marine Corps.
Did a tour on the drill field before I got out. I recently joined our local Marine Corps League Det Those men, that bond and sense of belonging have done more good for me than any dr or medication could. Once again, Marines take care of our own. We all need to look after these guys coming home now. Sgt Grit, I think the below latest revised response from Legacy.
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To Ashley Cooper, It takes more that just wanting to follow in the footsteps to be a Marine. Sometime, even having the title doesn't really make it true either. But, to do what's right each and every time no matter what hardship. Now that's what really makes a Marine. And I wish I was out there with all my Brothers to do what's right. But, my family and I know that we can all sleep well each and every night without fear. Because, the United States Marine Corps is always there. Semper Fidelis Ronald E. Grit, It had been over three weeks since we had heard from our son, Nathan, and I figured it was because his unit was being used for what they have trained for.
After scouring the web and finding several DoD press releases, I was able to confirm that. Chad had been Nathan's roommate down at Las Flores. We finally got a call from Nathan on 22 October. It was a relief, especially for mom, to hear our son's voice. He had just returned to the rear for a little sleep before going back out again for another extended period of time.
Grit, our Marines are earning their combat pay and they're doing a fine job of continuing the glorious history of our Corps. The counter-insurgency operations along the Syrian border appear to be as intense as the ones in Nasarieh and Fallujah. There isn't a bank in the world that can hold enough money to pay a single Marine to do what they must do when called upon, but they do it anyway because they are Marines and that is what Marines do.
Their actions in Iraq will be remembered, read, and studied by Marines another years from now. Our hearts and prayers go out to Chad and Daniel's family and trust that our gracious Lord will sustain them through this time. There's a clear cause and effect here that is as neat and predictable as a law of physics: As government expands, liberty contracts. This story is only beginning I'm send the Corps a wonderful Birthday gift on November 7th , "My' very own maggot John "Bubba" Antoine, my only son. Bubba is 21, lives in Long Island New York and is ready to go.
I will keep you posted from time to time. Perhaps another dreadful conflict is to be sustained. If, to please the people, we offer what we ourselves disprove, how can we afterwards defend our work? Let us raise a standard to which the wise and the honest can repair. The event is in the hand of God.
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We are all different The fact that we are all different and live with each other and focus together under adverse circumstances tells me and the world a lot. This group of men, this collection of Marines, he said, comes from a nation that "is going to war to defend an idea" of freedom, rule of law and human dignity. Words just aren't adequate enough. But they are truly a band of brothers. Even the company oddball, the Marine who somehow never seemed to fit in or pull his own weight, was looked out for and protected with the concern like that of a big brother looking out for an awkward sibling.
All too often it is used with a negative cast. Take the characters in any war move you've ever seen. There is the jokester, the screw-up, the smart mouth, the lothario, the kindhearted sergeant with a tough-as-nails exterior, the good-natured medic and the caring-but-firm commander. It's no wonder these characters exist on paper and celluloid. They exist in real life, just as the scenes of GIs passing out candy to civilians, sharing their last smoke or holding up a magazine pin-up to troops in a passing convoy.
The commander of Bravo Company is Capt. Jason Smith, from Baton Rouge. He fits the image -- tall, square-jawed, a good-natured, decent and erudite man who requires things be done correctly. A graduate of Louisiana State University with a B. Watching him one night, when troops were out setting an ambush, was like watching a parent of a teenager waiting for his or her child to return home from a New Year's Eve party to which they had driven.
The silent pacing was enough to drive one crazy. Any casual mention about how the company had been lucky in the casualty department would result in a quick, sharp look of reproach -- don't jinx good fortune by talking about it. The executive officer is 1st Lt. David Gustafson, a quiet, shy Swede from Maynard, Minn.
The only graduate of the Naval Academy among the company's officers, his educational background is often a butt of jokes. So too his efforts to conceal the cigarette smoking he'd taken up since crossing into Iraq. And then there is Gunnery Sgt. Ron "my first name is Gunny" Jenks, the company logistician. Before battle, the Gulf War veteran would sternly but lovingly caution his men on mistakes to avoid and advise on lessons learned the hard way.
His "OK, gents, let's get a move on," inevitably followed his barked orders. If you want an excellent account of the Iraq war and very nice footage, this is a good one to buy. I had seen the majority of the footage before, but I'm okay with that as I keep it for posterity, and there was some new stuff. There is some footage of my son during the biblically proportioned sand storm; he's in the back of a track vehicle going over maps and says "This sand is killin' me" then takes a big drag off a cigarette.
There's a couple other shots of him as well, but none as funny as that, and not the same coverage as "Baghdad Bound: The Devil Dog Diaries". Take a comprehensive look at Operation Iraqi Freedom, from the military buildup and the shock and awe campaign to the fire-fight in Basra and the toppling of Saddam Hussein's statue. With spectacular footage never before seen in the U.
It's told from the perspective of CNN, but I must say, they attempted to represent all sides. Released July 15, This is the definitive account of the removal of an dictator and the struggles of the coalition of the willing to free the people of Iraq. An outstanding piece with one of the highest production values.
A Chronicle of the Iraq War Reuters, the international news agency, provides a historic and invaluable account of how the war against Saddam Hussein unfolded in its latest book, Twenty-One Days to Baghdad: A Chronicle of the Iraq War. Award-winning photographers paint a unique and unbiased picture of the military campaign described by General Tommy Franks as "unlike any in history. A day-by-day chronicle assembles more than gripping pictures--from the decks of American aircraft carriers in the Gulf to the heat of battle in the Iraqi desert and finally to the streets of Baghdad and Saddam's collapse.
Reuters photographers, some embedded with U.
The pictures capture the raw emotions of war--moments of pain, anguish, courage and compassion. The Reuters team provides an unrivaled portfolio, folding the best from the news agency's coverage of the Iraq War into an authoritative and riveting full-color book. The War in Iraq: A Photo History Operation Iraqi Freedom commanded the interest and ignited the passions of people of every political stripe around the world. The War in Iraq, which draws on the work of dozens of international photographers -- many of whom risked their lives to get the shot -- collects of the most compelling images taken during the conflict.
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From the heroes braving desert combat to the demonstrations of support and protest around the world, from the eerie and blinding sandstorms of the Iraqi desert to the toppling of the statue of Saddam Hussein in Baghdad -- here are the unforgettable images that tell the story, including many that have never been published before. The result is a historic collection, a spectacular visual chronicle of every aspect of the first full-scale war of the twenty-first century: Capturing the dramatic impact of the war at every scale, from the epic to the intimate, The War in Iraq offers a vivid window onto Operation Iraqi Freedom in all its tragedy and triumph -- and a sterling showcase for the talented photographers who braved the battle in pursuit of truth.
A Gulf War Memoir Turnipseed has expanded a GQ article on his experiences as a reluctant Marine during the first war with Iraq into a compelling memoir that has more than a little in common with Anthony Swofford's Jarhead, which was also an account of the camaraderie, "soul rending boredom" and horror of life on the battlefield by a bookish soldier more comfortable hefting a pen than a gun.
In , Turnipseed is a college dropout in Minnesota, spending his days sipping coffee and reading Nietzsche, when his unit is called up for active duty. The first thing he does is decide to start smoking. Armed with a pack of Camels later a pipe , a journal and a duffel full of philosophy texts, Turnipseed soon finds himself hauling munitions through the Saudi desert. His bunkmates, with their Game Boys and beer parties, at first regard him with suspicion.
For a while, Turnipseed relishes his role as egghead among the meatheads. Offered a warm Old Milwaukee one night by one of his brothers-in-arms, Turnipseed waves him off and turns back to his book. Better make the best of what ya got. This is a coming-of-age story with all the right ingredients: The Marine who emerges at war's end is older and wiser-and liked and accepted by his unit-and a pretty good writer to boot. Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc. There isn't a bit of heroic posturing as Swofford describes the sheer terror of being fired upon by Iraqi troops; the elite special forces warrior freely admits wetting himself once rockets start exploding around his unit's encampment.
But the adrenaline of battle is fleeting, and Swofford shows how it's in the waiting that soldiers are really made. With blunt language and bittersweet humor, he vividly recounts the worrying, drinking, joking, lusting and just plain sitting around that his troop endured while wondering if they would ever put their deadly skills to use. As Operation Desert Shield becomes Desert Storm, one of Swofford's fellow snipers-the most macho of the bunch-solicits a hug from each man. Swofford deftly uses flashbacks to chart his journey from a wide-eyed adolescent with a family military legacy to a hardened fighter who becomes consumed with doubt about his chosen role.
As young soldiers might just find themselves deployed to the deserts of Iraq, this book offers them, as well as the casual reader, an unflinching portrayal of the loneliness and brutality of modern warfare and sophisticated analyses of-and visceral reactions to-its politics. Live Help by Bold chat. Click Here en espanol Spanish Version. Information on Calling Cards for Deployed Troops: View Names Add a Name. Until Everyone Comes Home. What you'll find on MarineParents.