Saturday, January 20, 2007

This is our line....and it will hold






Back to my Brothers and Forefathers. In that pantheon of Heroes that Machine Gunners pay homage to, there is one island where they were proven more than most other places. Fights have been crazy and platoons and men have done amazing things but there are those of us who were giants to say the least. The island I speak of is one that those who read this sight are familiar with....Guadalcanal. To name a few of the machine gunners who were nothing short of heroes there we find John Basilone, Al Schmidt, Lee Diamond and the man we see above.....Colonel Mitchell Paige.
Perhaps one of the greatest stories that I have ever found is that of this man's service and his life. I managed to get my hands on the last television interview Mitch gave before he passed away in 2003, which for the past year has been part of the curriculum at my Machine Gunner's program. He spoke about the fight that night on Guadalcanal and of the horrific events that went down and how proud he was of his men. Roughly six hours of fighting, much of which he did alone running from gun position to gun position halting the advancing hordes. When the sun finally rose, he gathered the men who had finally come to reinforce the lines and lead the bayonet charge down into the regrouping enemies midst, his 30.cal Machine Gun cradled in his arms. He called to them in perfect Japanese, which he had learned while on embassy duty in China, to "Get Up, the Americans are Retreating".....he patiently waited for them to get up and then lit several bursts off with his weapon and laid them down to rest in the Kunai grass for the last time. At the end of the fight, Platoon Sergeant Paige and his 33 man Machine Gun platoon managed to destroy and hold off roughly 3,000 Japanese. That is 3,000 men of conviction, from the reputed Japanese Sendai Division who didn't simply wash up against the regiment's lines. They were trying to come across HIS HILL. They simply crossed swords with the wrong warrior and his troops that night. This is his Congressional Medal of Honor citation from that action.


PAIGE, MITCHELL
Rank and organization: Platoon Sergeant, U.S. Marine Corps. Place and date: Solomon Islands, 26 October 1942. Entered service at: Pennsylvania. Born: 31 August 1918, Charleroi, Pa.


Citation:
For extraordinary heroism and conspicuous gallantry in action above and beyond the call of duty while serving with a company of marines in combat against enemy Japanese forces in the Solomon Islands on 26 October 1942. When the enemy broke through the line directly in front of his position, P/Sgt. Paige, commanding a machinegun section with fearless determination, continued to direct the fire of his gunners until all his men were either killed or wounded. Alone, against the deadly hail of Japanese shells, he fought with his gun and when it was destroyed, took over another, moving from gun to gun, never ceasing his withering fire against the advancing hordes until reinforcements finally arrived. Then, forming a new line, he dauntlessly and aggressively led a bayonet charge, driving the enemy back and preventing a breakthrough in our lines. His great personal valor and unyielding devotion to duty were in keeping with the highest traditions of the U.S. Naval Service.

....A more amazing man you simply cannot ask for. One of my greatest regrets is never having gotten to meet the man myself. I have however talked with is wife Marilyn on several occasions, a truly amazing woman. She just wowed me with how she still carries on her husbands drive and principles of service, and I swear she knows every battlefield story and she carries it with her now as sacred as the Eagle, Globe and Anchor pendant she wears that her beloved husband gave her early in their marriage. What a wonderful woman.

.... The reality that I have preached in my classrooms after I play that interview is that we, as Machine Gunners simply do not have the luxury of change. What a Marine did with a colt Machine Gun at the turn of the 20th century or with a Gatling Gun prior to that is the same mission that we will ask of our young men today. As they sit and listen to Col. Paige perfectly recount what he must do with regard to the cycle of function inside his Browning 30.cal (at 84 years of age) I challenge them to have that conviction and train to such a standard that the Sendai Division would have no more of a chance today if they chose to cross swords with any one of them. It is simply the only way it can be in our world. There is no middle ground. If we do not do our part more men will die. You must never get into this business half-heartedly. Mitch taught me what a man can do who was a Machine Gunner to the very core of his being from day one at Infantry training to the day he passed away.

On a more disquieting note, I can remember my fury the days following Col. Paige's passing in 2003. As I sat home getting choked up after hearing the news through my channels, I read the newspaper and there was no mention of a Hero's Passing. The big story of the day...."Michael Jackson goes to court for child molestation". Maybe I am biased to my own little universe but I can remember being so infuriated I could hardly speak without yelling about that. I have calmed down since then, and have come to realize that it falls to us and those faithful in society at large to keep our brothers faith. That's how it's always been it just takes a minute to accept. That is after all the driving force behind this wonderful site. On my last day in the Marine Corps I saw a few Marines from 1/1 talking about who the buildings were named after and they pointed to the sign that Harrell and I hung and asked, "I wonder who he is?'.......which of course turned into my classic, "have a seat and I'll tell you a story" response. There was not a Machine Gun Team Leader or above in my 25 months as Chief Instructor who didn't know who Aaron Austin or Mitchell Paige were. Keeping the faith and holding the line is simply what we do.

Semper Fidelis My Friends.

-Knip

Goodnight, Kids

Photo #: 80-G-K-4167 (Color)"A Date under the Palm"A Sailor and a WAVE gaze out over the beach at a Gulf Coast Naval Air Station, circa 1945
.Official U.S. Navy Photograph, now in the collections of the National Archives.

Doc's Duty: Korea

Corpsman helps lift wounded Marine

Docs Duty: Guam

Navy corpsman gives drink to wounded marine on Guam
official U.S. Navy photo. Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division. July 1944.

Docs Duty: 4 clicks down the road

  1. click here for Casualties: U. S. Navy and Marine Corps Personnel Killed and Wounded in Wars, Conflicts, Terrorist Acts, and Other Hostile Incidents
  2. "My name is Ron "Doc" Ferrell, I was a Fleet Marine Force Corpsman in VietNam,from May 1966 until July of 1967. I saw duty with the 1st Battalion, 5th Marines and H&S III MAF (Chu Lai) Quang Ngai (Province) T.A.O.R. during my stay in country. If you don't like Marines, get out of my A.O.!" click here for his great site, Once a "Doc" Always a "Doc"
  3. My favorite!

...and so, right off the bat, my association with the United States Marine Corps began. A year at Marine Base, Quantico, Virginia was followed by eighteen months of training with the 2nd Marine Division at Camp Lejeune, N.C. (another Marine facility where I learned combat skills and how to sleep on the ground and eat out of little green cans, among other things). It didn't take a rocket scientist to come to the conclusion that the Navy was long gone.


I liked serving as a Marine Corpsman, and soon grew to where I preferred to wear green and not blue.


As an FMF Corpsman I can proudly claim that I was...
...Navy by record, but Marine by choice!

4. Okay, another favorite, truly, Doc, this one is good throughout: Courage, Honor, Integrity Fallujah . B.Kortegaard is the author and was a Corpsman in Korea.

Doc's Duty: Iwo Jima


Five Marines and a Navy hospital corpsman raise the flag on Mount Suribachi, Iwo Jima, using a piece of Japanese pipe as a mast, February 23, 1945. Three of the flag raisers were later killed as the fighting raged on. By March 16, when Iwo Jima was declared secured, 6,821 Americans and 21,000 Japanese (the entire force) had died. The flag raising photo and subsequent statue came to symbolize being a Marine.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Docs Duty: Do you know Rambo?

Two Afghan citizens prevented a terrorist attack yesterday morning when a vehicle loaded with explosives attempted to crash through the front gate of Camp Phoenix."Without any regard for their personal safety, a local Afghan security officer and an interpreter immediately recognized that this was a terrorist attack," said 1st Lt. Cathrin Fraker.

"Together, the two prevented the driver from detonating his explosives after they failed to explode during the crash. With the assistance of the US Security Forces, they dragged the terrorist from the vehicle where they were detained.""If it wasn't for the quick actions of the local nationals working for the US Forces, several lives would have been lost," stated Col. David B Enyeart, the deputy Task Force commander.

Check out the rest of the story and a neat photo of Camp Phoenix during Christmas at Flag Gazer's.

I'll be back with some more posts right after I brush the chick-o-sticks and peanut butter logs out of my teeth. :) Sugar, sugar, sugar.

Photo of the Day

Virgie Bell's View: The Lost Arts

For years and years I have saved my magazines and books concerning events that I consider important to me: deaths, births, etc. I treasure my book collection which I must admit, is extensive. I have moved stuff with me over and over again. I also want the readers of Gunz Up to know that I will do postings and original stories with these for back up articles. The editor of this famous blog (my daughter) is now on to me about wanting to copy these originals. Being a writer myself, I wish the reader to know that she and the rest of my children are of the toss and throw away society. Like my mother, I am of the save everything society.

One day I was over at Lisa’s and she said, “Here Mom, I want you to see this drawing that Kayla did before I throw it out.”

Let me tell you, dear reader, I was absolutely floored. Said I, "You are going to what?"

Lisa told me that she knew what I would do and she didn't want to hear it. Long ago I gave her a Barbie paper doll collection. Well, it ended up tossed away. Before that, it had ended up in her storage house with lawn mowers and garden hoses, etc. Of course this little folder was taking up too much room and Roy threw it away. Last time I checked it was worth $900.00.

I have in my photo collection a picture with a military hat on and I’m saluting with a big smile. (I was precious.) It would be perfect for this, but alas, it sets in a storage building. Jerry has assured me that he hasn't thrown any of the stuff away. He said that, but at any rate, I found out later he used false facts.

Jimmy Carter will make this term famous, so I will go right ahead and get on with it. I can only hope that it holds true. I intended to go to our Christmas tree at Littlefield and let each member of my family have a piece of crochet done by Mama Curry from back in 50’s. I have asked my children to pick out what they want so I can distribute among Mama Curry’s family.

Judging from the colors of the crocheted pieces, it wouldn’t be remiss to say that I must have pestered my grandmother every week about what I needed for a brown chair and divan covers. I need red. I need beige. I need. I need. I need. Etc., etc., etc. I always wondered why Papa Curry would get aggravated with me, but in retrospect, I realize I cost him a fortune in thread.

My children have yet to pick out even one thing. Next time Kayla is here, I want her to pick out something before it all ends up in the garage sale of the century. She is of the save everything society.

One day her mother was cleaning my house and she said to Kayla, "You could get in there young lady and clean your room (she has a room at my house) and throw some of that junk away."

Well, of course, Kayla ignored her. I went in there to help this child see what she could throw away. I finally settled on a plastic pop-apart-bead-teething-ring. I brought it to her and told her she might want to throw this away.

She turned around from the TV and with a critical eye she said, “Wasn’t that mine from when I was a little bitty baby?"

“Yes,” said I. She looked at me as if I had lost my mind and she told me, “No, I think I’ll just save it.”

See ... I rest my case. But she might want to borrow back my Mom’s set of encyclopedias. They would record all important events of the 50's. At least I am sure Karen wouldn't mind. Karen is also a saver. We ate over at her house at Thanksgiving. I had hand embroidered each of my children and grandchildren a set of cup-towels. Hand embroidery is a lost art, and Mother that I am, I did this. When the Thanksgiving meal was over and I asked her where her cup towels were, she told me she put them up because she didn't want to get them dirty. I insisted, and they finally were pulled out. They never got used though. I saw her sneak them back out and hide them once more. At least I know she likes them.

De'on might want to take pictures of hers and show them on Gunz Up. The pattern that she has was also given to me by Grandmother Thomas when I was 12 years old. It would be interesting and so very original. Dear reader, I ask also that you SUPPORT THE TROOPS!

Virgie Bell's View: Why is Hillary So Mad?


Has anyone ever in their whole life seen anyone that is such a sourpuss as Hill-a-ry is? If Pelosi can be said to be the giddiest woman in DC, then you can give Hillary the top prize for being the absolute epitome of self righteous disgust with everything in the world. Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton will march against anything that comes up. Look for them to be marching against Valentine’s Day if nothing comes up before then. But we’re used to them. They have, after all, marched against everything for many years and you get to the point that you really don't pay that much attention. But my word, has Hillary ever changed from the nearly pleasant Junior Senator from New York into Cat Woman! Surely she can't think this is going to impress voters. She is the maddest one woman I have ever seen in my life and I have racked my brain trying to understand why. I truly want to give all the candidates all the benefit of the doubt that I can.

I would like to remain the unbiased and scholarly voter that I hope to be. but she is giving me really bad vibes. Of course, this is her way of letting us know that she is superior in every way, but then look who she is superior to. The bunch in the new majority is not much to be better than. I mean, she’s as mad as Ted Kennedy!

I guess this is the new wave in politics: to be just down right mad about everything, but I think if Bill ever sees her, and truly if I were him I would avoid it as much as possible, for as long as possible, but if by chance he slips up and his schedule causes the improbable to happen, then he needs to tell her, "Look Hillary, remember how much I just smiled and grinned the whole time I was running for President? How sunny and warm I was in office? How I charmed the pants (literarily) off of everyone? You have got to put aside this attitude of trying to be madder than an old wet hen. Voters do not like old wet hens. Why you are beginning to make people find John Kerry and all the rest of your opponents seem Hail Fellow Well Met! Charm the pants off of them and then we can laugh our heads off when we move back into the White House."

He needs to remind her that he is Slick Willie and he knows what he’s talking about. I have tried to come up with at least one example in the new majority that she can emulate but I've noticed that this bunch that should be so happy to have won the coveted spot, are all mad.


Madam Speaker is of course way too giddy, but that is understandable. She, like me, has no great shakes in education. She married young and had five children in six years and now she is second-in-line to be President. I can see where she would be just beside herself with joy. No one since Sonny Bono's widow was less equipped to deal with matters of state than Nancy Pelosi. She is mesmerized with pounding that gavel and I can see why. Why are the winners in the House and the Senate so mad and disgusted? If it’s because Bush is still President, then give it a rest. That is the American way. The polls last night put John McCain and Giuliani ahead in presidential choice by the voters, and by a wide margin, and they are the ones who SUPPORT THE TROOPS!

Reader's Choice: Your vote counts

Early this morning, I completed the "To Be" series with NMCB 22. Soon, I'll be finishing up with "Docs Duty" so my mind is busy with a new series to take the place of these for a time.

As far as the Seabees and Corpsman stories go, we will always want to come back and update on what is new as well as historic with these naval support systems that are so important to our Marines. And on our new site at www.gunzup.com, we will have the capability for a guest writer, so I'm certainly hoping for many of you to take advantage of this to tell your own stories or share hero moments with us and our readers.

That being said, I'm up for YOUR CHOICE on the next series.

  1. Stories from a female soldier's life (mine) in Panama. This selection will cover OPERATION JUST CAUSE; life as 1 of 5 females in a battalion of 500, personal and historical photos, life as a soldier, wife and mother, the heartbreak of that split, and the freshness of new (and now old love; yes, Greg and I've been together 14 years now!) and also some history of Panama and Manuel Noriega.
  2. Stories and history on Vietnam
  3. Stories and history on Korea

***All of these stories will be experienced on Gunz Up through the life of our Internet writing (and the preferable thing for me would be to have a guest writer with much more personal and historical experience than I possess to record and share Vietnam and Korea with us), but I'll leave that open to you and see what we come up with.

So, to my favorite people in the world, the question is: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Much love and I'll try to be, SEMPER FI,

De'on

Blood Stripes: Book Review from Military.com


David Danelo's new book,
Blood Stripes, comes on the market at exactly the right time. Just as Americans are trying to understand what might have happened at Haditha, where Marines may have killed as many as fifteen Iraqi civilians, Danelo offers a thoughtful and insightful look into the Iraq war through the eyes of enlisted Marines. Until recently a Marine Corps infantry captain, Danelo served at Fallujah and obviously thought a great deal about what he saw there.

Unusually for a first-hand, “live reporter” style author, Danelo picks up quickly on one of the most important issues in military theory, the contradiction between the military culture of order and the disorderliness of war. In Blood Stripes' first chapter, he writes,

Non-commissioned officers…assume responsibility for imbuing the (Spartan) Way's sacred tenets of Order and Disorder into every young boot that crosses their path. Finding the balance within this dichotomy is tricky; both cultures exert a strong pull on Marines. The twins call like sirens from opposite banks of a river, singing for the Marine to listen to their virtues and ignore their vices.


The culture of Order is the Marine in dress blues, spotless and pristine, medals perfectly measured, hair perfectly trimmed…these types of things comprise the culture that is Orderly, functional, prepared and disciplined…


However,…combat is filled with uncertainties, half-truths, bad information, changing directives from seemingly incompetent higher headquarters, and unexplained explosions. War is chaos, the ultimate form of Disorder.
Blood Stripes quickly immerses its reader in the chaos of infantry combat in Iraq, which, too often, is combat against an unseen enemy.


Barely three weeks into their deployment, 3rd Platoon had already discovered several IEDs throughout Husaybah. Thus far, they had managed to find a couple of them using an unconventional, dangerous, and effective technique: kick them….

(Sgt.) Soudan approached the plywood. He was standing about eight feet away.


BOOM!!!


Everything went black…

Because the explosion was close to the base, the medical evacuation (MEDEVAC) happened quickly….

The patrol stepped off. They were heading east, father away from base camp.


Three minutes passed.


BOOM!!!

From the sound of the explosion, Soudan knew this latest IED had hit south, on the street 3 rd Squad was patrolling….

Link called Soudan. “We're on our way.”

Ten seconds passed.

BOOM!!!

Link's squad.

Experiences like these at the small unit level -- by the end of the patrol, these Marines had been hit by five IEDs -- provide some context in which those of us stateside can put events like the supposed massacre in Haditha. So does a story later in the book, where Marines engaged mujahideen in a prolonged and vicious fire-fight:

Sergeant Soudan, Corporal Link, and Lieutenant Carroll were standing in the back of a humvee. After triaging the wounded from the dead, they had placed the bodies of Gibson, Valdez, and Smith in the humvee with VanLeuven. The Recon Marines ran up, muscling the body of the other dead Marine into the vehicle.

Soudan, Link, and Carroll looked at their fallen comrade.

Their faces went white.

Captain Gannon.

Lima Six was dead.


They killed our company commander. Pain switched to fury and an immediate demand for vengeance. These -------- killed Captain Gannon.

Blood Stripes does not paint a picture of an easy war. As a Marine officer said to me many years ago, “If your unit is the one getting ambushed, it's not low intensity war.” The Marines whose stories Danelo ably chronicles, and the thousands of others like them, have gone through hell in Iraq, a Fourth Generation hell where enemies are nowhere and everywhere. No military, not even the Marine Corps, can endure that kind of hell endlessly without beginning to crack, at least around the edges. It should not surprise us that cracks are now appearing, three years into the war.

One personal note: Danelo rightly reports that Marines, inspired by Steven Pressfield's brilliant novel Gates of Fire, like to see themselves as Spartans, which in some ways they are. As an Athenian, I have to point out that the battle of Themopylae, however deathless a tale of valor, was nonetheless a Persian victory in the end. In contrast, at Salamis, Persia was decisively defeated by Athenian deception and maneuver. Sometimes, it helps to think as well as fight.

*** About the author

A former U.S. Marine Corps infantry officer, David J. Danelo deployed to Camp Fallujah, Iraq in 2004 with I MEF. Danelo left active duty in November 2004 and now splits his professional time between consulting and freelance writing. His first book BLOOD STRIPES: The Grunt's View of the War in Iraq, which profiles Marine NCOs in the war, was published in May 2006.

Letters, (Movies) links, looking out for you, our military reader


America Supports You (I heard about this DOD link on the Military Channel today ... it sounds like a great thing for troops and supporters)

Letters from Iwo Jima** a Clint Eastwood movie

God Knows Why (video/music)
According to the submitter: "I am planning to join the US Navy when I complete high school and after college...I made the video from videos at various websites. Some of it may be from military.com. I hope you like it. It's called 'God Knows Why.'"

The Manual Of Death

A few years ago, British forces in Afghanistan found a manual created by al Qaeda that teaches them how to become better killers and how to bring down the United States of America. As if we need proof that al Qaeda is evil, the manual delivers more evidence of the group's maniacal thinking.

The translated text should make it clear to us that the only way to deal with al Qaeda is to kill everyone of its members. They aren't interested in rational discussion as their manual points out.

"Islamic governments have never and will never be established through peaceful solutions and cooperataive councils," the manual reads. "They are established as they always have been: by pen and gun, by word and bullet, by tongue and teeth."

"In the name of Allah" they have pledged to slaughter us, to annihilate us.

Well, not if we do it to them first.

The Way Home

From Time magazine -- Aug. 7, 1944

Across the land last week, for six warm days and nights, a troop train rumbled. It was an old train, with no fancy name. To the engineers and switchmen, it was No. 7452-C. The men on board dubbed it the "Home Again Special," and wrote the new name in chalk on the sides of the old Pullman cars. In another war there might have been brass bands at every stop. But in this pageantry-less, slogan-less war, the train just rumbled on toward New York, through the big towns and the whistle-stops.

The men aboard were 370 members of the 1st Marine Division — survivors of Tulagi, conquerors of Guadalcanal; the men who mowed down the Japs like hay at Bloody Ridge, and crossed the bloody Matanikau River; the invaders of Cape Gloucester, the rain-drenched fighters of Talasea, the men who took Hill 660 when they should have been annihilated halfway up; the unnamed defenders of Nameless Hill, the survivors of Coffin Corner.

These men on the troop train, already famed in communiqués and the war's best-sellers, were heading home for a 30-day furlough after 27 months of battle.

A little Worried. After their ship docked at San Diego, they spent 14 days just waiting around in a city none wanted to see. Finally the train left. The heroes peeled off their natty field greens and settled down in their khakis on the scratchy green seats, scared and lonely, wondering how home would be now that it was suddenly so close. "I'm a little worried about how I'll look to them, about how much I've changed ..."

The train clacked on slowly, through the desert and up the mountains. As the coffee cups rattled in the dining cars the little Marine said: "I haven't shaken so much since the night we went around Cape Hatteras, leaving the states." At Tucumcari, there was time for a beer at the station hotel: on the first round it cost a quarter; by the second the price shot to 40 cents. Said the red-haired sergeant from Rochester, not complaining, but just noticing: "Somebody's making money, and it isn't us."

The towns paraded past: Texhoma, Meade, Hutchinson, Kansas City. On the fourth day, at Moberly, Mo. (pop. 12,920), things were different. The townspeople flocked to the station with sandwiches and beer, cigarets and candy; the Moberly girls, in their summer dresses, brought their cars and took the Marines for rides through the gentle hills, up and down the concrete highways that looked like the highways near home.

There was a four-hour wait in Chicago.

For the photographers, in the dim station, the heroes brought out their Jap flags and Jap sabers, leaving the pornographic Jap propaganda leaflets packed away in their sea bags.

The Silent. On the train there were long-silences, as the Marines, having talked themselves out, stared at fields and the weather-stained buildings flitting by. But now and then conversation bubbled up.


Said Pfc. Marcel Beaulieu, 21, of Chicapee Falls, Mass.: "I think I'm going to stay in New York and see a couple of ball games. I've been thinking about that for a long time. I used to keep thinking about that last game I saw ..."

Across the aisle, Sgt. Owen Justin of Amesbury, Mass., 28, began to reminisce. "It was at San Diego they gave us our beer patches. You know what beer patches are? They're the Guadalcanal insignia that go on our sleeves. They're always good for a free beer."
The train stopped at small stations:


Wawasee and Garrett, Ind.

None in the train were heroes to themselves, or to each other. But all knew what everyone had done. The Marines pointed out Sgt. Al Goguen, one-time cab driver, holder of the Silver Star, unofficially credited with killing 700 Japs on two successive nights. But Al said: "Everybody tries to snow the folks. I had two machine guns, and I grabbed the guns a couple of times when my gunner got shot, until the assistant gunner came up. But that was my job. . . . Those figures? God, I don't know how many Japs we got. Everybody tries to snow the folks, give them a line ..."

The train pounded into Ohio, and the rolling country with the sun glinting on the stacked bales of hay reminded the marines of Australia. They had loved Australia, even though most of the time they were recuperating from malaria. "I'll never forget the head night nurse in the Adelaide Hospital ..."

The silence came back. Suddenly two Marines began to wrestle, to break the monotony, to relieve the strange embarrassment of coming home. The car jeered:

"Na-a-h, Commandos!" From the rear, snatches of song floated forward: "Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, Someone's in the kitchen I know—oh-oh, Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, Strummin' on the old banjo ..."

The Girls. When the train stopped at Deshler, Pvt. Beaulieu jumped outside to snatch some ice off a wagon near the train. "Boy, what we would have given for a piece of ice on Guadalcanal!" Down the platform strutted a good-looking blonde. The Marines watched, listening to the tapping of her high heels.


It began to rain. The train was hot and sticky. The blue-eyed private said: "One of the fellow's girl got married and she wrote to him asking for her picture. He got all the boys to give him pictures of their girls, and he collected some others.

Altogether, he had a stack a foot high—pictures of Australian girls, native women with nothing above the waist, movie actresses, pin-up girls. He sent this whole stack to his girl with a note: 'I don't remember exactly who you are, but if your picture is among these, please pick it out and send the rest back to me.' '' The men moved to the diner.

"Hey Joe, you going to get married?"

"Hell, no, I'm going to play the field."

Again, the Silent. Two hours before Pittsburgh, a Sun-Telegraph reporter boarded the train, begging the heroes for heroic tales. Two hours later he left, mumbling: "I didn't get a thing."

At Pittsburgh, the American Legionnaires and the members of the mayor's committee, with little COMMITTEE ribbons stuck in their lapels, stood about uneasily as Marines from Pennsylvania spilled off the train. Also at the station, in snappy summer khaki, was Lt. Mitchell Paige, the 1st Division's famed Congressional Medal winner, who had come home three weeks earlier. The Marines spied Paige and formed a circle around him.

A little Marine in blue, looking very much like a boy in costume, stepped up to shake Mitch's hand. Mitch whirled, grabbed the boy by the shoulders and all but kissed him. The two stood smiling — grinning into each other's faces. The boy was Mitch's machine gunner. A photographer rushed up: "Throw your arms around him, like you're glad to see him. Don't be bashful." Mitch and the machine-gunner just kept smiling at each other, saying nothing, ignoring the photographer.

Through the night the train puffed through the Alleghenies. In the morning, Cpl. Harold Cyr, 23, of Hartford, Conn., explained why he hadn't slept: "I just lay there all night grinning."

The men were up early, shining their shoes, polishing their buttons. As the train pulled into Baltimore at 6:30 a.m. there was a shout: "Bring on the brass band." There was no band nor any people, and the homecoming Marines got off and walked through the silent station.

Home. The final run began.

"Your wife know you're coming?"

"Sure, I wired her from Chicago."

"It's been a long time ..."

"Damn right, it's been 27 months ..."

At Philadelphia, there was just a string of taxicabs, at Jersey City, just the ferry to Manhattan. The Marines silently looked at the New York skyline. Lt. Camille Tamucci, the tough guy in charge, who had been dreaming of mounds of spaghetti, began brooding about his stomach. "It's all tied in knots," he said.

The bus from the ferry took the Marines to the Pennsylvania Hotel. Now most of them were home; others were recognizably close to home. Guadalcanal and all that was more than 9,000 miles away. That was over and done with. For all their 27 months of battle, these Marines' average age was only 21.

One Marine shouted: "See you in the next war." There was no answer. The Marines shouldered their sea bags and walked away.

Into the Valley, Guadalcanal Diary, Battle for the Solomons, etc.
Copyrighted 1943, PAULL-PIONEER MUSIC CORP.

Jungle Fighters

Marine Raiders, with a reputation as lethal jungle fighters, pose in front of a Japanese dugout they took on Cape Totkina on Bougainville in January 1944.

Maj. Gen. Alexander A. Vandegrift, CG, 1st Marine Division, confers with his staff on board the transport USS McCawley enroute to Guadalcanal. From left: Gen Vandegrift; Lt. Col. Gerald C. Thomas, operations officer; Lt. Col. Randolph McC. Pate, logistics officer; Lt. Col. Frank G. Goettge, intelligence officer; and Col. William Capers James, chief of staff.

During the lull in the fight at Guadalcanal, a Marine machine gunner takes a break for coffee with his sub-machine gun on his knee and his .30-caliber light machine gun in position.

A machine gunner and a rifleman from the 5th Marine Regiment fire at the enemy near the Demilitarized Zone in Vietnam on May 23, 1967.

Taking A Break


A Canadian soldier from the International Security Assistance Force plays near his post today as the sun sets over Spawan Ghar in Panjwayi Province of Afghanistan. (AP Photo)

Goodnight kids,


and wild kitties and bird killers!

To Be ... Scrapbooking for LT Rich and his sister, my Karen ...

How did God get to Heaven? on a tamel ...
quote from a 2-year old. :)


a little buzzz
hi rich, you look good in gray

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To Be ... Buzzing Around With the Admiral



a little buzz kk


...about the admiral

To Be ... Building and Fighting






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esoranadmirerofseabeas

Navy Seabee Veterans of America

To Be ...a beautiful page in history

Lt. Richard Windham, USNR

USA FLIES HIGHER THAN AN EAGLE ...

THANK YOU FOR THIS

COPSOUTHHITBRIDGECHRISTMASINTHEDESERT

To Be ... a scrapbook page of war history

WAr ...


hiSToRY

Basra, 2006

Violence continues in Iraq

LlJN F

Navy Seabee History: Vietnam

Navy Seabees in Korea

conservation in WWII XXX### ####++=== #######XX

On 22 March 1945, General George S. Patton, with Seabee assistance, put his
armored
forces across the Rhine at Oppenheim in a frontal assault which
swept away the
German defenders. To support Patton's advancing army, the
Seabees built pontoon

ferries similar to the Rhinos of D-day fame and used
them to transport Patton's
tanks across the river

xxx #### === ++++

##### ====== ++++++

The 69th Naval Construction Battalion had the distinction of being the only complete battalion to serve in Germany. Arriving at Bremen on 27 April 1945, the Seabees of this battalion set up camp just outside the city. They immediately began the re-roofing of damaged buildings, installing plumbing and lighting, setting up shops and offices, and installing power lines. A detachment also repaired facilities at the nearby port of Bremerhaven.

To Be ... In The Navy

Seabees in the Pacific Theater of Operations earned the
gratitude
of all Allied fighting men who served with them or followed in
their wake. Their
deeds were unparalleled in the history of wartime
construction. With eighty
percent of the Naval Construction Force
concentrated on the three Pacific roads,
they literally built and fought
their way to victory


Navy pilots are amazing!


Many, like this Corpsman, make huge sacrifices ...
Gawfer was in the Navy. She stays at his blog. They're in our links, honey ...
they fall in love
WE'RE


IN THE NAVY NOW ...

To Be ... Invited back, time and time again, LT. Rich

As we begin to end ... NMCB 22's
October 2005-March 2006 trip to Iraq ...
I want to invite LT Rich

and any
fellow Seabee
back again, and
Thank you
for everything
and finally, before we leave...

To Be ... the last page of a Seabee Scrapbook


precious keepsakes
of a sister ...
xxxx oooo xxxx ooooo
(((((rich)))))
Thank you, NMCB 22 .