Showing posts with label USMC. Show all posts
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02 August 2015

Phrogs Phinal Phlight

CH-46 Helo-Casting US Marines.
On 01 AUG 2015, the United States Marine Corps ended its yearlong transition and bid “pharewell” to one of the most storied and historic airframes in all of USN/USMC aviation. The CH-46, “Sea Knight” known affectionately as the “Phrog” "phlew" its last official flight. The Phrogs Phinal Phlight. In a retirement ceremony, a Sea Knight of the Reserve Marine Medium Helicopter Squadron (HMM) 744 flew its last hop to the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum in Chantilly, VA, where it will remain on loan from the National Museum of the Marine Corps.

Marines rappelling from CH-46.
In another AUG, back in 1961, I entered into this world. The following AUG (1962), the Phrog took its first flight. It entered service in 1964. The 46 has served aboard LHA/LST/LPD and deployed to FOBs in every conflict since Vietnam. Last year, Phrogs flew their last combat missions and returned to CONUS. Many confuse the 46 with the much larger US Army CH-47, also a tandem rotor helicopter, or “banana” helo. Because of its counter tandem rotors, there is no need for a tail rotor, and it can land on ice without sliding. Skilled pilots can land the “ass-end” of the Phrog on a building or mountain while keeping the forward part of the helo in a hover.

For the past 25 years, most of the men and women who piloted/crewed the helo had not even been born when the last helo rolled off the production line. The last 46 entered service in 1971. During its nine years of production, 524 units entered service in USN/USMC. The most current model is the 46F.
Marines perform Static Line Jump from CH-46.

Marines using SPIE under CH-46.
Marines "roping" from CH-46.
During its service life, the 46 supported several mission types. From disaster aid and relief to humanitarian operations to search and rescue, to the basics of movement of supplies, transporting personnel, and vertical replenishment (VERTREP). It also served in the most solemn of roles by removing the wounded and dead from the battlefield. During my time in USMC, I jumped/rappelled/roped/cast/SPIE’d out of UH-1s, CH-46s, and CH-53s. Because of the size of Force Recon teams, we normally used Hueys (UH-1) and 46s for our training missions. Typically, the 46 was crewed by a pilot, co-pilot, and crew chief/gunner, allowing for 22 combat-loaded Marines. I have made all types of static line jumps from a 46; “Hollywood” (no equipment), Equipment, Day, and Night. I have helo-cast into water (pilot travels at a “20 and 20”—twenty feet above the lowest point between crests, and 20 knots—we then push our Zodiac out the
CH-46 v CH-47 Profile View.
CH-46 v CH-47 Front View.
CH-46 v CH-47 Bottom View
lowered the ramp, then followed after) and performed wet recoveries (driving Zodiac into a helo that is hovering with ramp awash); rappelled from both the “hell hole” and off the ramp; “roped” (fast-rope) insertion, and SPIE’d (Special Patrol Insertion-Extraction). This is probably my favorite. You attach yourself to a rope that is affixed to the helo and you hang underneath while in flight, traveling up to 10 miles at 130 knots. I have a lot of fond memories of the Phrog.

Like old Marines, even equipment must leave active service and pass the torch to someone or something else. The 46, replaced is the dual tilt-rotor MV-22 Osprey. Much has been said about this airframe, but I think she will prove to be a force multiplier and will save a lot of Marines.
Author. 1987 at 29 Palms.
About to SPIE insert under CH-46.

I, like the 46, represent the Marine Corps' past. Our time in service is done. The current Devil Dogs and MV-22 represent the Marine Corps' future. To these Marines, I charge you to take care of your Marines, and always in ALL Ways, Charlie Mike.

Bravo Zulu Phrogs. May you always have Phair Winds and Phollowing Seas. (I could do this Phorever).

I shall remain, Semper Fidelis.

Marines Helo-Cast from CH-46.




25 May 2015

Gold Star Wife

Gold Star Service Banner.
I remember the time I first saw a Gold Star. It was hanging in a large picture window of an "old" house. Growing up in the Florida Panhandle, the "Cradle of Naval Aviation", I might have seen a "Star" previously but did not understand the significance of its meaning. However, it was this occasion in Southern California that left a life-long impression.

I was a young Marine on TAD (Temporary Additional Duty) orders to 29 Palms MCAGCC, CA. During a "96" (a 4-day weekend; 24 x 4), a few of us drove to San Diego. Late Saturday afternoon, we were looking for a place a few streets off the Beach and wound up in a residential area. While driving through, I saw a "middle-aged" woman walking back to her house from the mailbox. I then noticed something hanging in the window. It stopped me in my tracks. I bailed out of the car, quickly crossed the street while the other Marines "dismounted with military precision". They had no idea what was going on, but they had my "Six". I cautiously approached the woman, hoping not to alarm her. She looked good for "middle-aged". (To a young Marine, my idea of "old" and "middle-aged" was vastly different than what it is now.) She was wearing jeans, a pastel yellow collared button-down shirt, and what we now readily identify as "deck shoes". Her hair, long and beautiful. She noticed us and asked if she could help. I stammered something about being Marines and why we were in San Diego. She smiled. I then said, "That is the first one I've ever seen," as I pointed with a nod of my head towards her large window.

Vietnam Veterans War Memorial -- aka The Wall.
The guys saw it, instantly knowing why I stopped. Framed perfectly in the picture window hung a Gold Star Service Banner. 

I don't know about them, but the whole 'join the Corps and kill the bad guys' just got real for me. (Note: This was before the Beirut bombing and losing some guys we knew.) Suddenly, my heart was beating faster, and my breathing increased. Somehow, the saliva normally in my mouth had migrated to my eyes while undergoing metamorphosis, changing from saliva to tears. My mouth was dry, but my eyes more than made up for the lack of moisture. After a few moments of silence, she explained her husband "was a Navy Corpsman attached to Marines out of Pendleton". Marines love their HMs. (Note: The US Marine Corps does not staff Clergy or Medical personnel; instead, they rely on the US Navy. HM or Hospital Corpsman, are US Navy "medics" attached to Marine units.) Each Corpsman has the same name: Doc. Her "Doc" was killed in the early '70s fighting in Vietnam. After his death, she decided to remain in the house they purchased to raise their two young children.

We made small talk. She was extremely gracious and offered to fix us something to drink, "I have lemonade". There was a part of me that wanted to accept her offer, if for no other reason than to lubricate my mouth dehydrated from the adrenaline racing through my body. We managed awkward responses declining her sincere invitation.

At the last moment, as the guys turned to walk back to the car, I summoned my courage and told her I was thankful for her husband's service, honored to have met her, and offered my condolences for her loss. She closed the few feet between us, took me in her arms, and hugged me, while saying "Thank you". After a brief but emotionally charged embrace she dropped one arm, turned me towards the guys while still embracing me with her other arm, and told us something like, "I know you are Marines but you are not invincible. Take care of yourself and look after each other. You do not want your mommas or wives ever getting one of those" as she pointed with a nod of her head towards the Gold Star Service Banner.

The adrenaline dump was nearly over, and emotions were beginning to take control. Marines Do Not Cry—I guess we were the inspiration for Major League Baseball's saying, "There's no cryin' in BASEBALL!"—but I could not stop the emotion filling my entire being. At that moment, I did not want to think about any of this and regretted opening my mouth. All I had to do was just turn and walk to the car with the guys. As I listened to her words, I became more aware of her hair. It was brunette with natural auburn highlights, but what caught my attention was the fragrance. Her hair smelled like a prairie of wildflowers. Peaceful. Tranquil. Serene.

Suddenly, I felt better. I was not going to embarrass myself in front of other Marines, and especially this sweet woman. I told her I was glad I met her and would forever look at Gold Stars differently.

She was still standing in the driveway as we pulled away, waving goodbye. We ended up not going where we had originally planned. Somehow, the girls in a strip club just could not compare with the beautiful woman we had just met.

That night, as I lay in my cheap hotel double rack, I thought back over the moments I spent with her. I thought of her husband dying in the jungles of Southeast Asia. Did she stop him in his tracks the first time he saw her? How many times had he heard "I have lemonade"? Did he have a similar memory of seeing her standing in the driveway waving goodbye? Perhaps a toddler at her side while holding a baby? Did the fragrance of her hair bring a smile to his face as he lay in his rack at night thinking of her? I envisioned the last moments before his death; writhing in pain, the coppery, iron-rich, acrid aroma of blood mixed with gunpowder filling his nostrils while screaming out in pain. Then perhaps God, in His infinite mercy, blew the scent of a prairie of wildflowers onto the breeze. Lavender, Honeysuckle, Jasmine, Lilac—every sweet fragrant chasing away the acrid, stale scent of death. Wafting to and fro, dancing to the slowing rhythm of his beating heart. Peaceful. Tranquil. Serene.

Arlington National Cemetery, Memorial Day.
Often, I wish I had taken a photo of the meeting or simply asked her name. I quickly dismissed that because my feelings of both immense gratitude and remorse could not be more genuine had I known all her personal details. Strangely, this is how we should feel towards all Gold Star families. We do not need to know them to appreciate their sacrifices and losses.

I shall never forget the sacrifices and loss of this Gold Star Wife and all Gold Star families. For them, every day is Memorial Day.


To God, Country, and Corps I shall remain,
SEMPER FIDELIS


"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."
John 15:13


Author's Note

The Service Banner tradition began in World War I as a means of honoring families that had loved ones serving during the war.  They were standardized and codified during World War II. A Blue Star Service Banner was given to the family of a Soldier, Sailor, or Marine serving at home or abroad. Additional Blue Stars were added to the same flag for multiple family members in service. Upon the heartbreaking news their loved one had paid the ultimate price, a Blue Star was removed and a Gold Star sewn in its stead. Each banner is limited to four stars, 


Blue and Gold Star Service Banners

31 March 2015

Battle of Ed's Shed


USA National Flag

The day started out uneventful. Not unlike other late-March or early-April days in North Alabama. That would all change in a matter of hours. After eating lunch I walked into the backyard, water bottle in one hand and a mechanics rag in the other to my newly built shed (last summer). It is elevated to keep out water and both legged and legless creatures. Inside my mowers and lawn tools awaited me. I opened the door and was caught in a hasty ambush.
USMC Flag

Dozens of huge red wasps swarm at me. I dashed left, spun, taking one out with the rag, and made a hasty, yet tactical retreat. From a safe distance, I performed a quick recce and identified at least four enemy encampments (nests). I returned to my FOB--Forward Operating Base (garage) to quickly don my body armor (shirt and hat) and arm myself with both a long-range weapon (Raid Wasp and Hornet Spray) and close combat breacher (broom). I checked my med kit (medicine cabinet) to verify I had appropriate emergency medicine (Benedryl), then fueled up on Go Juice (Dr Pepper). Like many warriors before me, I shared a tender, heartfelt moment with my wife (I hollered at her saying I was going back outside).

Ed's Shed
All my training kicked in. I approached from an angle that provided both cover and concealment. I crept closer and was soon at the jumping-off place. I noticed their scouts flying in a protective formation. I checked my weapons and steeled my nerves. With a Rebel Yell, I flung open the door and attacked. I hit the first nest in the very back. Quickly re-aimed and hit a second. By now the enemy had scrambled their air wing. Some went high. Some went low. It was a nightmare--an evil marriage of blitzkrieg and kamikaze. I felt them zipping by my face; trying to sink their stinger missiles in my flesh. I bobbed. I weaved. I zigged. I zagged. I start yelling at them. DIE YOU SONS-OF-BITCHES! I took aim--leading them and shooting them in midflight. First one, then another. The battle turned bloody. Hand-to-hand, or at least foot-to-wing. Blood and guts stained the deck a brownish-red. I was then in a position to attack the most well-fortified encampment: in the A-frame directly above the hatch (door). Adrenalin coursing through my body robbed me of saliva. With a dry mouth and a "thousand-yard stare," I took aim and fired twice. Both hitting the target. I quickly cleared the nests with the breacher.
Enemy KIA

I stood alone on the field of battle. I felt a little light-headed, dismissing it as the post-battle shakes. The Fog of War. Everything was hazy. No, more actually foggy. It took a moment to realize it was the "fog" from the spray can. I reached for my gas mask only to realize I left it at FOB. I retreated to a safe overwatch distance.
Enemy KIA

After a while, I return to perform a BDA (Battle Damage Assessment) and get a body count. Lying on the deck were the remains of the enemy. Thirty-seven confirmed enemy KIA. There is no greater honor than to give your life for your country or cause. Today, I gave that honor to my enemy. You are welcome.

For nearly 240 years Marines have fought in some of the bloodiest battles. Montezuma. Tripoli. Belleau Wood. Iwo Jima. Chosin. Khe Sanh. Fallujah. Now we add one more storied battle to the annals of USMC lore: The Battle of Ed's Shed. Close your eyes and you can hear an all-male squad of Marines singing “Marines' Hymn”. An American flag blowing in the breeze.

I have already been approached by some publishing houses wanting my story. Clint Eastwood wants to bring it to the big screen. I would agree to all provided they leave out the final scene. My wife laughed from the Rear Echelon (back deck) telling me I looked like a drunk fat man attempting kung-fu movements while experiencing some sort of seizure.

Perhaps I should not have killed all the wasps and allowed one to sneak behind our lines.

Semper Fidelis!

09 November 2014

We Are The Marines

I am a US Marine. I shall remain a Marine until the day God calls me home. I have not worn the uniform or received any military pay in years, but I have never stopped being a Marine. Marine is a title that I earned and claimed over 30 years ago.

I am no different than any other that has worn the uniform bearing the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor. I am never alone because Marines leave no one behind and we take care of our own. I am part of a brotherhood that many will never understand. We were forged under pressure allowing the fire to burn out all the dross, leaving behind the tempered spirit and strengthened body of a warrior.

Major Samuel Nichols was the first Marine and served as the first Commandant. The second Marine, Robert Mullan was a bar owner. He was commissioned as a Captain and became the first Marine Recruiter. The first Marines swore allegiance to a fledgling country on 10 NOV 1775, in a Philadelphia, PA bar called Tun Tavern. By their service, they helped plant the seeds of the Tree of Liberty. Their spilled blood watered the seedling. Their blood runs through the veins of every Marine that has come after. This blood, this life force bands us together as brothers. This blood, this Esprit De Corps, connects every Marine, has been shed to protect this Country.
"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me, shall always be my brother." -- William Shakespeare | Henry V 
Blood that was spilled in “every clime and place”.
1stSgt Brad Kasal, 13 NOV 04.
Blood that clumped the desert sands of the Barbary Coast in a place called Tripoli.
Blood that ‘striped’ the Halls of Montezuma.
Blood that was sweetened by Cuban sugar.
Blood that mixed with the mud at the bottom of European trenches.
Blood that stained the sand on South Pacific beaches.
Blood that froze on a reservoir called Chosin.
Blood that dotted hillsides and valleys of Far East jungles.
Blood that painted the barrack walls in Beirut.
Blood that was spent liberating Kuwait.
Blood that ran as thick as sweet crude in Iraq.
Blood that blackened Afghanistan deserts.

“We have fought our country’s battles” in places like Chapultepec, Tripoli, Belleau Wood, Tarawa, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, Inchon, Chosin, Da Nang, Hué, Khe San, Beirut, Kandahar, Fallujah, and Mosul.
We will continue to voluntarily go to “far off Northern lands, and sunny tropic scenes” and do whatever is necessary. We will “fight for right and freedom”. It is what we were destined to do, We are Marines.

Once we earned the title, we are accepted into the Brotherhood of Marines. We become warriors and we draw on the legacy of all previous Marines. We are strengthened by this legacy, and in return, we strengthen the Corps. We are defined by our character that consists of three values: Honor, Courage, and Commitment.

Honor: First and foremost, each Marine must adhere to a code of personal integrity, holding himself accountable for his actions, and do everything in his power to not soil the reputation of the Corps.

Courage: We must have the courage and moral fortitude to do what is right, whether on the battlefield or “back on the block”.

Commitment: We commit ourselves to a higher standard and are determined to never give up and never quit. We dedicate ourselves to achieving excellence. We live out our motto of Semper Fidelis—Always Faithful—to God, Country and Corps in all that we do.

We know and accept we are Marines 24/7/365, in and out of uniform. “Once a Marine, Always a Marine”. We are the standard for which others model. We are the benchmark for which others strive. We are the First to Fight, we are the Leathernecks, we are the Devil Dogs, we are the Few, we are the Proud, WE ARE THE MARINES.

Each 10 NOV, I take a moment to reflect on my time in the Corps, who we are and what we do. I think about the Marines that came before me, their legacy, and sacrifices. I think of the Marines currently serving dealing with their injuries. I think of those that gave their all. I am filled with pride, gratitude, and sadness. I listen to the Marines' Hymn. All of this puts a lump in my throat. I then lift a glass of Jack Daniels and say, “here’s health to you and to the Corps”. Guess this is only fitting since the Corps started in a bar.

Thank you United States Marine Corps for making me the man I am. Thank you for all you have done for this country and the World. Thank you for 239 years of serving proudly. Happy Birthday Marines.

OOH RAH!
“The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.” - Thomas Jefferson
[Note: For mobile users, the Commandant's birthday message is below, but does not appear on some mobile devices. If you would like to view this touching message, click on this link.]
Commandant's 2014 USMC Birthday Greeting



26 June 2014

Paid In Full

(Note: This was originally published to my Facebook wall on 26 JUN 14 for Throwback Thursday, #tbt.)


What were you doing six years ago? (26 JUN 08) I will give you a hint. This date in 2008 also happened on a Thursday. Yeah, I cannot think of anything important I was doing either. However, there were a couple of important events associated with that day in History.
  • The Supreme Court ruled in the District of Columbia v. Heller case, that the ban on handguns in the District was unconstitutional.
  • A young, relatively unknown Senator from Illinois was still celebrating his nominee as the Democratic Party Candidate for President.
On the other side of the world, US service men and women were serving in harm’s way and seven men gave their lives.

Operation ENDURING FREEDOM XII (Afghanistan)
Staff Sergeant Edgar A. Heredia, USMC, 28 – Houston, TX
Sergeant First Class Matthew L. Hilton, USARNG, 37 – Livonia, MI
Sergeant First Class Joseph A. McKay, USARNG, 51 – Brooklyn, NY
Specialist Mark C. Palmateer, USARNG, 38 – Poughkeepsie, NY

Operation IRAQI FREEDOM
Lieutenant Colonel Max A. Galeai, USMC, 42 – Pago Pago, American Samoa
Captain Philip J. Dykeman, USMC, 38 – Brockport, NY
Corporal Marcus W. Preudhomme, USMC, 23 – North Miami Beach, FL

This is about one of those men.

A young, first generation Mexican (both he and parents are/were legal residents of USA) US Marine while serving in Afghanistan in support of Operation Enduring Freedom (OEF), gave his life. Staff Sergeant Edgar A. Heredia a Team Leader with 2nd MSOB (Marine Special Operations Battalion—MARSOC) was leading a team; their mission was to search and locate a suspected insurgent location between Farah and Herat provinces.


The Team made their pre-dawn search through a canyon on Humvees when they traveled around a near hairpin switchback to find their trail was blocked by a disabled Toyota Land Cruiser and a flatbed truck. The Team dismounted and set up security. The make-up of the Team included other MARSOC Marines, a US Navy SARC (Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman), a Special Forces Medic (Sgt. 1st Class Jonathan Clouse), and some Afghan National Army soldiers. To the West and East were high, near vertical cliffs; to the North a boxed canyon with only a few foot trails the insurgents were suspected of using; to the South the entrance to the canyon they had just traveled.

I can imagine everyone’s Spidey sense start tingling on overdrive. It was a perfect place for an ambush, but they pushed on. This was their mission and you don’t get to call in sick. The Team started seeing signs of recent activity: fresh tracks, litter, spent casings. In that moment between realizing you were about to be hit but before you could issue orders to fall back, all hell broke loose and descended upon them from above. Sniper fire, automatic weapons (machine guns), small arms fire, RPGs (rocket propelled grenades) and hand thrown grenades.

In the initial volley, several ANA soldiers, and Team Leader SSgt Heredia were hit. The Assistant Team Leader assumes command and starts directing fire and maneuver. The SF medic, SFC Clouse left his position guarding the Humvees, running towards the gunfire to help suppress the enemy and treat the wounded. He pulled them back to the Humvees and began assessing and treating. The SARC pulled another WIA to this position and was struck by sniper fire in his center left back, existing lower right front. SFC Clouse treated the SARC and could see other Marines and ANA soldiers wounded, but still fighting. He also saw SSgt “Eddie” Heredia lying motionless in the open.

By now, air support was overhead but due to terrain, suppressing and offensive fire was ineffective. Marines were able to drag Heredia to a more covered position where Clouse then moved him to the Humvees and treated him for a few moments before he died. Clouse continued moving “forward” bringing back more wounded. He took a lot of fragmentary and shrapnel injuries from RPG and grenades, one round hit his weapon, several in his “plate” (ceramic insert into Kevlar vest), and a round through his leg.

Because the air strikes were not suppressing the enemy fire, the medevac helicopters could not land and they were nearly “Bingo Fuel” (just enough fuel to return to base under current battle conditions) and the Team knew they could not hold out much longer. They decided during the bombing runs, they would pop smoke when air support was “inbound” and fire both SAWs. This allowed them to get the SARC loaded on a helo with other seriously wounded, then “drove like hell getting off the ‘X’ to safety”.

It only took a few moments to read this condensed essay on the firefight, but in real time it was four hours of constant, sustained fire. Of the seven men SFC Clouse treated, six lived. For his actions, SFC Clouse received a Purple Heart and Silver Star. He does not believe his actions heroic, “I only did what I was trained and paid to do”. He regrets he could not have saved SSgt Heredia. “If I only could have gotten to him sooner”.

Staff Sergeant Edgar A. Heredia joined USMC after graduating from Taylor High School in Houston, TX on 20 JUL 98. When asked why he wanted to enlist in military he said America had been so good to his family and just wanted to give back. His brother Sam commented, “We have a loyalty to this country, and we feel as though we have to repay it. He (Eddie) chose the Marines, and I went into Border Patrol”.

Serving in the Marines gave Heredia purpose and he loved it. He excelled at it and loved being a “grunt”. He volunteered, went through assessment and selection for Force Recon and later for MARSOC. Both Recon and MARSOC are special operations like USN SEALs and USA Special Forces. MARSOC reports to SOCOM (Special Operations Command)—outside of USMC Chain-of-Command, while Force Recon supports a MEF or Marine Expeditionary Force which is commanded by either one (Brigadier General) or two star general (Major General). He earned both MOSs Reconnaissance Marine (0326) and Critical Skills Operator—CSO (0372)

Heredia was born on 20 NOV 1979. He died 10,446 days later half way around the world. We have had many “Thursdays” in our lifetimes. On Facebook, we have the hashtag of “TBT” for Throwback Thursday to share with others something funny or special in their past. I guess the seven families of the men that died on this date on another Thursday, are not posting a fun, carefree picture from their past. Nor are their posts today about politics, soccer or other current events. I wanted to—in some small way—acknowledge their loss by posting about Eddie Heredia.


In a few days we will celebrate our 238th birthday of our Independence. Through the years, many men and women have died defending and protecting our way of life. Take a moment and say thanks for the men and women that willingly serve and their families. SSgt Heredia, you and your family no longer owe this country anything; your "debt" is Paid in Full. In fact, it is we that owe you.

Semper Fi, Marine.

Silver Star Citation for Sergeant First Class J.G. Clouse

17 June 2014

Semper Fortis

The most dreaded call heard
on a field of battle is “MEDIC” or “CORPSMAN UP”. Anyone that has served in, with, or alongside US Marines, know we do not staff medical (including dental) and chaplain billets; these are provided by the US Navy.

On this day, 17 JUN 1898, President William McKinley signed an act of Congress establishing the Hospital Corps. The Hospital Corps consists of every member from physicians/surgeons to registered nurses, to registered pharmacists, to diagnostic technicians (X-ray, CT, MRI), to lab assistants and everyone necessary to provide medical care. They stand ready to serve the needs of serviceman and women and their dependents, either ashore, underway, or downrange.

Today the Navy/Marine Corps Team celebrate 116 years of “courageous” and “faithful” dedicated service to the men and women that answer our call. We Marines respectfully call him“Doc”. He is a US Navy Corpsman and he is ready to serve in every clime and place. He carries band-aids and bullets. He is not a Medic; that is a US Army and US Air Force term. (Not to be confused with the more elite PJs or ParaRescueman (ParaRescue Jumpers).

From triaging “sick call” on base to treating a diver with the “bends” on a submarine, to establishing an airway on the battlefield, the men and women—with the rating of Hospital Corpsman (HM)—serve bravely and with distinction. No Marine will go into battle without a Corpsman attached to their team. They are trained to fight and when need arises, treat the wounded.

The Corpsmen assigned to Marine (Green) units are a bit different, perhaps even a bit more elite, to their counterparts that remain with Navy (Blue) units. The Marine Corpsmen are a bit tougher, a lot leaner, but equally as compassionate. Even within the Marine Corps, there exists an even more elite Corpsman. These are the ones that volunteer and make it through Assessment and Selection for Marine Reconnaissance Units (Battalion, Force and MARSOC—United States Marine Corps Special Operations Command). These are the elite Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman or SARCs.

SARCs must have completed their “A” school [14 weeks] for Navy Hospital Corpsman then complete Field Medical Training [8 weeks] (to serve with Marines). They then enter the “pipeline”; a 2-½ year training program:
(1) Marine Corps Amphibious Reconnaissance School [13 weeks] or whatever the current name is. (This is essentially 13 weeks of staying wet with little sleep and little chow. Think US Army Ranger School on steroids.)
(2) Combatant Diver School [8 weeks] (US Navy open/close circuit diving in open water with explosives).
(3) US Army Basic Airborne School [3 weeks] (Static line “jump” school).
(4) Military Free Fall [4 weeks] (for those assigned to Force and MARSOC).
(5) SERE—Survival, Evasion, Resistance, Escape [3 weeks].
(6) US Army Special Operations Medic Course (SOCM) [26 weeks].
(7) US Navy Special Operations Independent Duty Corpsman Course (SOIDC) [24 weeks].
Alongside these courses, he will attend Language school(s), Breaching Course, Cold Weather Training, Mountaineering Course, Scout/Sniper Course, US Army Ranger School, Joint Terminal Air Controller (JTAC), US Army Pathfinder Course, US Army “Jump” Master Course, US Navy “Dive” Master Course and any other school/training necessary to complete mission requirements. They are trained to fill any position in the 4 to 6 man team. From Team Leader to Radio Operator to Breacher to Sniper, they are integral member of an elite squad. They live up to their motto: “The difficult—ANYTIME; the ‘Impossible’ by appointment only!”

Since 1919, many Corpsmen have been recognized for their acts of valor and bravery. These include:
Medal of Honor: 22
Navy Cross: 178
Distinguished Service Cross (while assigned to US Army): 31
Silver Star: 946
Bronze Star: 1,582
Ships named in honor of corpsman: 20

Thankfully, I have only required the services of a "SARC" twice. The first was in the Pacific Ocean, one and half miles off the coast after a high speed cast shortly before midnight on a moonless, rainy night. I became hypothermic and passed out. My swim buddy immediately noticed I had stopped swimming, my shallow breathing and listlessness. He popped flares signaling the recovery craft to our position. While on the recovery craft, “Doc” cut off my wetsuit and started an IV. I was MedEvac’d out. In the helo, he started warming my body with a thermal blanket. When I arrived at hospital, I was already “warmed” to 93oF. I have no firsthand knowledge of these events and can only recount what others told me. After 30 hours in hospital, I was returned to my unit. The other time was not as traumatic, just a couple of busted ribs and a bruised knee from an unplanned tree landing (parachute jump). Regardless, these brave men answer the call no matter how minor or severe, without regard to their own safety.

So today, please lift a glass in recognition of the men and
women that wear the Caduceus with Courage. These are the men and women that do serve with “honor and distinction”. Bravo Zulu.

Semper Fortis and Semper Fidelis Doc.
(Always Courageous and Always Faithful)

“Today, we honor their bravery, brilliance and sacrifice when serving in harm’s way to protect the lives of our Sailors and Marines. From the Revolutionary War to the current overseas contingency operations, corpsmen have served with valor and gallantly answered the call, “Corpsman up!” as they tend to the sick and injured on the sea, under the sea, in the air and on battlefields worldwide. No Marine has ever taken a hill without a corpsman by his side. And when they do, they take solace in knowing that “Doc” is beside them.” – Vice Admiral Matthew L. Nathan, US Navy Surgeon General, and Chief, US Navy Bureau of Medicine and Surgery.

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03 January 2014

Semper Fi Marine

I ran out of dry rub and did not want to make any today, so I went to Big Bob Gibson to buy some. On the way in, I opened the door for an elderly gentleman walking with a cane alongside two women that appeared to be his daughters.

I heard him say "War Eagle!" upon seeing my cap. I turned and replied, "War Eagle!" and seeing his Marine Veteran cap I added "Semper Fi". He echoed my greeting and asked if I attended AU. I told him no, but after leaving the Corps I married into a family of AU grads. He said he graduated from Alabama Polytechnic Institute after leaving the Corps. I asked if he served in the Pacific (WWII). He said, “I was on 'The Canal' (Guadalcanal), Tarawa (bloodiest battle for Marines in WWII), and Iwo (Jima)”. His voice trailed and he sort of looked through me as if focusing on a photo album of black and white images only he could see.

Raising of flag on Mt. Suribachi. Joe Rosenthal (AP) 23 FEB 45

He asked, "Young man, you alone? I'd like to buy you lunch." I explained I was not eating and thanked him for the offer and his service. I removed my sunglasses, and straightened my stance as I extended my hand and said "Semper Fi Marine". He moved the cane from his right hand to his left; he stood erect, squared his shoulders, grasped my hand and replied "Semper Fi Marine". For a moment his blue eyes, with his windblown red cheeks and the white of his hair peeking out from under his cap, reminded me of that flag, battered and torn yet flying high on Suribachi and a younger version of the man standing before me watching the raising; himself battere
d
 and torn.

I tipped my cap to his smiling proud daughters, one returning my wink. I walked out of that restaurant feeling grateful, filled with pride and a bit remorseful for not accepting his lunch invitation.

By the time I got to my car, the wind must have been blowing rather hard because it made my eyes water, and a tear rolled down my cheek.

All I could think was...Semper Fi Marine.


24 December 2013

Then You Might Know


If you have ever mounted your rack, said “G’nite Chesty Puller wherever you are”, prayed, then slept in the position of attention…

Then you might know what it means to serve as a United States Marine.

If you have ever been asked “Whose hand is on that weapon?”….

If you have ever stood on the yellow foot prints…

If your Drill Instructor misunderstood your girlfriend’s name and called her Suzy Rotten Crotch…

If you knew what Suzy was doing with Jody….

If you know the difference in spelling between the Island and the French city…

If you have ever pulled “pits”….

If you have ever received a five-five-six hickey…

If you have ever been told “stand by to stand by”….

If you have ever been sent to the rose garden….

If you have ever taken part in a Chinese field day…

If you know where “The Rock” is…

If you have ever experienced “the suck”…

If you know the acronyms BAMCIS, BRASSF, SMEAC, SALUTE…

If you have ever done a “Side Straddle Hop”…

If you have ever received individual instruction on the quarter deck…

If you were proud you were not a POG…


If your definition of MSG is not MonoSodium glutamate…

If you have carried either ALICE or MOLLE on your back…

If you have ever slept on a rubber bitch…

If you know where 29 Stumps is located…

If you have ever used the phrase “Big Green Weenie” and BOHICA in the same sentence…

If you know the answer to “what keeps a chicken’s butt from dragging the ground?”[i]…

If you use terms rack, ladder-well, deck, hatch, head, porthole, and bulkhead…

If you have ever allowed “John Wayne” to open your meal….

If you know the difference between your rifle and your gun…

If you know which of the above is for shootin’ and which is for fun…

If you know all the “deuces”, (Ma deuce, deuce and a half, four-deuce, deuce gear)….

If you have ever been called a Devil Dog, Gyrene, Jarhead or Leatherneck…

It you have ever saluted a CPO/SCPO/MCPO because you saw brass/silver on the collar…

If you know the true origin of OOH-RA[ii]….

If you still know the words to the Marine’s Hymn after leaving the Corps…

If you are able to adapt, improvise, and overcome…

If you can still name your Senior and other Drill Instructors…

If you have ever heated your chow on a vehicle engine…

If you get a lump in your throat when you hear the National Anthem…

If you have ever self-reported your actions…

If you understand Honor, Courage, and Commitment…
 
If you live by the creed Semper Fidelis…

If you have ever reassured a “hit” Marine he will see his family again…

If you have ever been down range, away from your family, eating a cold MRE while lying in a cold, muddy hide on Christmas…

If you continue giving your all, remaining “always faithful”, protecting this country from all enemies regardless of what Congress does to your pay and benefits…

Then you might know what it means to serve as a United States Marine.


If you know a Marine either still serving or not, give them a hug and kiss, buy them a round, and tell 'em thank you for serving.





[i] Asked by “airborne” or jump-qualified Marines (either static-line or freefall parachute). The answer is a “pair of dirty stinking LEGs”. This differentiates those Marines with “wings” from those without, or LEGs.
[ii] Marines of 1st Amphibious Reconnaissance Co., during the Korean War were often transported to remote beaches for insertion and traveled via submarines. The klaxon call signaling “DIVE, DIVE, DIVE” prompted the Recon Marines to start imitating the “Aarugha” call, often called “barking”. The Marines eventually morphed this into OOH-RAH. Sometime in the late 70s, the motivational call migrated from Recon Marines into the Fleet.

11 December 2012

Those Magnificent Bastards


Belleau Wood.
Iwo Jima.
Chosin Reservoir.

You may not recognize the names above, but ask any Marine and he will tell you all you want to know. Each is a great battle the United States Marine Corps engaged an overwhelming number of enemies. They were victorious in all but the last. At the bottom of this blog is a quick reminder for the first two battles.

South Korea has been indirectly in the news for the past several days. Rap singer Psy, a South Korean, was invited and performed at the annual White House Christmas party. Years ago, Psy spoke out against the US and our military. I enjoy watching all the girls dance “Gangnam” style and will continue to watch the videos. I have not purchased any of his music, and have no intention in the future. I really do not care what a South Korean rap singer says, but I do think that his choice of words should have kept him from performing for and taking pictures with the President and Vice-President along with their families of the United States of America. Regardless, this piece is not about Psy. Instead, it is about a battle that took place in The Forgotten War—The Korean War. If it had not been for the US military, Psy would be locked inside a peninsula called “Korea” and he would be singing for his “Dear Leader”. He would not have been allowed to become rich; not have been allowed to travel; not have been able to speak freely. I think Psy owes us more than a two-sentence apology that came 7 years after his comments and only 2 days before his performance. Perhaps, he needs to read this and see what the United States military and specifically, the United States Marine Corps did for his forefathers.
Area of Operations.

Since 1919, the Korean Peninsula has been ruled by the Empire of Japan. At the conclusion of WWII, American administrators divided the peninsula along the 38th parallel. The US stationed some forces on the South of the parallel alongside the Republic of Korea forces. Soviet military forces stood alongside the forces of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea on the North side. Things were “fine” until 25 JUN 1950, when the North invaded the South. Within days, the North had nearly conquered the entire country. The only maps the US and her allies had were old Japanese maps. The Japanese had incorrectly labeled the “Changjin” Reservoir as Chosin Reservoir. The latter has never appeared on a map.

After a successful landing at Inchon, US forces attacked and cut off the supplies to Communist forces in the South. General Douglas MacArthur, Commanding, USA, wanted another landing on the Eastern side at Wonsan. After the landing, MacArthur formulated and launched his “Home-by-Christmas” Offensive. His plan was to surround the Chosin Reservoir and cut off the Manpojin-Kanggye-Huichon supply line. To support this, Major General Edward M. Almond, commander of the US X Corps, ordered the US 1st Marine Division to advance on the Yalu River near Yadami-ni. The US 7th Infantry Division would provide the 31st Regimental Combat Team to provide security on the right or eastern side of the reservoir.
Aerial view of Chosin Reservoir.

On 15 NOV 1950, the lead elements of 1stMarDiv reached the Chosin Reservoir. Commanding Officer Major General Oliver P. Smith, USMC, questioned the wisdom of his senior commander, MG Edward M. Almond. In his letter to General Clifton B. Oats, Commandant of the Marine Corps, he writes: “I do not like the prospect of stringing out a Marine division along a single mountain road for 120 miles from Hanhung to the Manchurian border….I have little confidence in the tactical judgment of X Corps or the realism of their planning.”

These words would prove prophetic in just 12 short days. The enemy they had encountered months earlier, members of the North Korean People’s Army (NKPA) had retreated to the hills of the northern perimeter. In their place were hardened troops of the Chinese Communist Forces (CCF) that had slipped over the border and across the Yalu River.

On the evening of 27 NOV 1950, more than 60,000 CCF troops had infiltrated undetected from Manchuria and attacked the 1stMarDiv on the west bank and the 31st RCT on the east bank. (During the 17-day battle, an estimated 60,000 additional CCF troops joined the original 60,000 troops.) Within two days, the entire 1stMarDiv and what was left of the 31st RCT were completely surrounded. Colonel Lewis B. “Chesty” Puller, USMC quipped “They are in front of us, behind us and we are flanked on both sides by an enemy that outnumbers us. They can’t get away from us now!” In addition to the enemy, the Marines and Soldiers were fighting the terrain and the weather. At night, the lows were between minus 20o F and minus 40o F. This was back before GoreTex and microfleece and they did not have much to keep them warm.

On day six, in order to save his Division, MajGen Smith ordered a 78-mile fighting withdrawal from the Chosin. Over 40,000 CCF stood in their way. For seventeen days, our forces fought against a determined enemy—an enemy that took no prisoners—that fought with every ounce of their being. When the Marines approached the outskirts of Hagaru-ri, they remembered they were Marines. They formed up and marched into the city. They had fought an enemy non-stop for 15 days. Tired, cold, hungry, wearing tattered blood-stained uniforms, many wounded, carrying their dead, wounded, and equipment they let the world know, they were United States Marines—the finest fighting force in the world. Lieutenant Junior Grade Robert Harvey, USN remarked with awe, “Look at those bastards, those magnificent bastards.”

Accompanying the Marines were 68,000 refugees fleeing the CCF. On their backs were their few belongings, perhaps a child or elderly parent. The CCF was not finished. Along their way, they killed every man, woman, and child that “could have” helped the US. They burned all buildings and when approaching Hagaru-ri, opened fire on the refugees. The same Marines that just fought for 15 days, fought an additional two days while the refugees were loaded on Navy transport ships. When the fighting was over five of the ten CCF Divisions—the 124th, 79th, 58th, 59th, and 60th—were completely destroyed and never again appeared during the Korean War. Two of the ten Chinese Divisions never unfurled their banner again.

From a strictly military analysis, the “Home-by-Christmas” campaign was a failure. We were unable to stop or interrupt the supply line. From a historical analysis, it was an overwhelming success. We killed or wounded far more of their troops than they were ours. We learned that the CCF were not afraid to one enter the war, and two they were well trained and disciplined. The “they are only laundry men” mentality was proven false. We learned of their tactics and their willingness to engage in barbaric acts of killing innocents. To the Marines, Sailors, and Soldiers that fought, you would have a hard time convincing them, they lost the battle. I tend to agree with them.

The frozen dead.
I enjoy sitting and chatting with anyone. I especially enjoy speaking to people much older than myself. I love hearing their stories, sharing their memories, and hearing of past events from a first-person perspective. It is especially rewarding if the person served in the military. I’ve met several WWII vets and sat like a First Grader while the teacher read from my favorite book. While I know the ending, it is the untold story that I appreciate. In addition to the WWII vets, I have met four Korean War vets, of which two were Marines who fought at Chosin Reservoir. They are members of an elite group—the Chosin Few. Rarely do combat veterans share their stories, but when they do, take note. When they are recounting their stories, they rarely look at you. Instead, they look through you, as if watching a home movie filmed decades ago. You can almost sense they feel the concussion of the explosions, hear the rounds whizzing by or the sound of a friend calling out in pain, and see the carnage of battle. The thing I remember most was how one of them described the fallen. Because of the bitterly cold temperatures, the bodies froze. They froze in whatever position they had fallen. Arms outstretched; legs askew. When it was time to load them for transport, many times they had to break their arms and legs. He said, “I will never forget the sound of bone and frozen tissue breaking.”
Korean War Memorial.

To many in the US, the Korean War is the Forgotten War. It only lasted 3 years and it was sandwiched between WWII and Vietnam. It has the fewest number of participants, and most of those who fought in Korea also fought in either WWII or Vietnam. While many here might have forgotten the South Koreans have not. They established a foundation that pays 100% of the costs for Korean War vets and a family member to return to walk the battlefields. While there, they receive special recognition and are treated like heroes. Elementary students (classrooms) are assigned sections of national war cemeteries, where they keep them clean and free of trash and debris. They cut the grass with scissors as a means to offer thanks. Today, South Korea has a modern infrastructure with multi-lane highways, electrical grid, and telecommunications. Cities have skyscrapers, underground transportation, and an educated workforce. Those who fought in Korea accomplished a lot. In addition to stopping the spread of Communism, they preserved the integrity of the nation. They preserved the Freedom of the People. Let’s make sure they are not part of “The Forgotten War”.

Today, there are an estimated 1 million people alive who are descendants of the 68,000 refugees saved by the US Military. Perhaps, Psy is one of those individuals.

Semper Fi, do or Die!


Chosin Reservoir by the Numbers
Unit
Total Strength
KIA (EKIA for CCF)
WIA (EWIA for CCF)
1stMarDiv
15,000
836
1,600
31st Army RCT
3,000
1,000
1,400
CCF
120,000
25,000
17,000




Awards
17 Medal of Honor
73 Navy Cross
23 Distinguished Service Cross

  
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During JUNE 1918 in WWI, outside of Paris, France near a place called Chateau-Thierry, a place called Belleau Wood, the Marines of the 2nd Marine Division were surrounded by German soldiers. The French continually urged the Marines to retreat prompting Marine Captain Lloyd W. William of the 2nd Battalion 5th Marines to retort, “Retreat? Hell, we just got here!” After the battle, the French renamed the wood “Bois de la Brigade de Marine” (“Wood of the Marine Brigade). Because of the tenacity of the Marines, the German soldiers called them “Teufel Hunden”—Devil Dogs.

During the months of FEB-MAR 1945, on a small atoll in the South Pacific called Iwo Jima, Marines of the 3rd Marine Division fought hard in the island-hopping campaign to gain the airfield on Iwo. It was on Iwo where 5 Marines and 1 Navy Corpsman raised the flag on Mt. Suribachi.  To which Fleet Admiral Chester W. Nimitz remarked, “Uncommon Valor was a Common Virtue”.


For additional reading on the Battle of Chosin Reservoir, I recommend the article by Major Allan C. Bevilacqua, USMC, "Chosin 1950: When Hell Froze Over".