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Spirit of ’45

August 25th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 1 Comment »

My Neighbor Bruce is a Col in the Air Force down at the Base near us and I attended a gathering of WWII vets where he was one of the Guest speakers.  This was the speech that he wrote and I thought it was a great piece of work to put up. Hope you enjoy it!

Semper Fi,

Taco

Good morning.  First off, let me say thanks to the entire Spirit of ’45 organization, for the opportunity to speak at this wonderful event.   The privilege to address the veterans of WWII and their descendants is an honor for which I am truly grateful.  While a magnificent opportunity to visit with veterans of wars long since concluded, it’s equally exciting to look out in the audience and see children, grandchildren and even a few great grandchildren of our World War II warriors.  Organizations like the Spirit of ’45 now erupt across our nation, tackling the critical task of broadcasting and perpetuating the greatest of stories from the greatest of nations…born from a quiet and humble group of Americans widely recognized as the Greatest Generation.

On December 8th, 1941, President Roosevelt delivered a speech before the United States Congress, describing the events the day prior as “a date which will live in infamy”.   Four years, nine months and seven days later, on August 15th, 1945, the unconditional surrender of Japan brought to an end one of the most brutal periods in American and world history. 

It would be a relatively simple task to speak of the countless feats of courage and the endless stories of sacrifice this generation endured throughout the war years.  Many believe the story of the Greatest Generation was written during these years – but – there’s so much more to their story.  From this generation, beyond the lessons of war, all Americans can study and learn the value of integrity, the comfort of selfless service and the rewards of ultimate victory when tenaciously striving for excellence.

Today, America struggles with multiple military engagements across the globe and an ever present threat of terrorism.  The latest crisis…political gridlock, apparent uncontrollable deficits and a crushing national debt now produce endless predictions of global economic collapse. 

All of these dark challenges serve to create fear, uncertainty and a fragile foundation where forward momentum is difficult to establish.  Every day…the skies seem to darken a bit more.  A father of six, I struggle to imagine what the future must look like to my four oldest children, now ranging in age from 23 to 18.   So instead of addressing those who we celebrate here today, let me direct my remarks towards this younger group of Americans.  Born in the late 80’s and early 90’s, this challenged group is the grandchildren of the Greatest Generation.

What can be learned if we benchmark the challenges of today with those faced by the generation born to America near the year 1920?   Some 90 years removed, this generation was born while our nation struggled mightily with a devastating depression.  The problems then weren’t as superficial as high gasoline prices, rolling brown outs or lack of jobs for recent college graduates…but…more importantly, whether or not there would be food on the table at the end of the day.   This generation quickly learned the value of a hard day’s efforts and the benefits of a family working together, striving to simply survive from one season to the next.

After a youth spent helping their parents pull the nation out of the depression, the winds of war would soon bring on the next challenge for what should have been a beleaguered group of young Americans.  But yet, it was the immense difficulties during their formative years that would forge a character that will serve as an inspiration for all Americans far into the future.

Following the tragic events at Pearl Harbor, our nation and the free world called upon this unique generation of Americans.  Fresh off the bleak days of the depression and now asked to fight in faraway places unknown to so many. .there was no hesitation and no self pity.  Deep within this Great Generation of Americans were the characteristics that would propel our nation to victory…and then following the war…on to becoming the mightiest free economy the world has ever known. 

They boarded ships and planes with no guarantees of victory, no idea when and where the next attack would hit, and most unsettling…they were given limited odds as to their very own survival.  Sadly, some 418,000 Americans – civilian and military – lost their lives in the war years to follow.

Casting doubt and fear aside, these young Americans dispelled the temptation to stand aside and let the fate of the world be decided by others.  It was their time – their challenge and their opportunity to change the world for the better. 

The monumental victory of ’45, and the fruitful decades that followed, does not solely belong to those who wore the cloth of our nation – but extends to every American who sacrificed and fought through adversity here at home.  From factory workers churning out arms and materials for the war effort to the farmers feeding not just America but a war-weary world, this generation was all-in.  The tenacious efforts and immense resolve of these young Americans quickly became the most potent weapon in the allies’ arsenal. 

This generation recognized that concepts such as liberty, freedom and democracy should never be taken for granted and were well worth fighting for.   Reaching beyond their own lives and borders, their efforts would pour the foundation for the entire world to begin re-building efforts. 

So to the young Americans in the audience today, find inspiration in the amazing and selfless contributions made by your parent or grandparents.   Just as they rose to the challenges of their time…so shall the generations of Americans that are now in the driver’s seat.  When Americans are fully mobilized…no crisis is too great.  When Americans stand together…all expectations are within reach. 

While today’s wars differ greatly from World War II, the enemies of freedom are not a threat to be ignored.  As our nation’s political leaders navigate troubled international waters, countless soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines serve abroad, shining the light of freedom in places like Iraq and Afghanistan.  The hopes of the world are pinned that these brave warriors’ efforts will eliminate the misery, ignorance and suffering inflicted by malevolent and corrupt dictators.

Sadly, as of July 25th, more than 6,100American men and women have perished in Iraq and Afghanistan.   Thousands more have returned home with debilitating and lifelong injuries.  While all American families are not directly touched by today’s conflict, all have taken notice of the sacrifice made by our service men and women.  Unlike America’s veterans returning from Vietnam, today’s warriors are repeatedly stopped and thanked for their selfless service. 

With the gratitude of all who now serve abroad….let me say thank you for the tremendous support provided our nation’s military forces.

Today, while our nation endures similar doubts, worries and fears as did the “Greatest Generation” faced on December 8, 1941, I am confident our young Americans, inspired by those who did so much in their lives, will look out on the troubled landscape and follow suit. 

Again let me offer my thanks to this fabulous organization…your efforts will do much for our nation.  Keep the Spirit of ’45 alive!

Thank you…

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Your Military Transition experiences needed…

August 24th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | No Comments »

 

This email came to me from Judy over at http://www.justmilitaryloans.com/  asking for your experiences coming home from the war.  Below are some of her questions followed by my short thoughts.  I encourage all you Vets out there to drop her a line with your stories and it may help someone out, so send it here blog@justmilitaryloans.com

Hi Taco,
That’s great – we’re so excited at Just Military Loans that you’ll be working with us to get articles out there for military families. I know these will be both a comfort and a great resource to those experiencing transition from deployment.
Below are the questions we will be using to help us compile the information and advice to assist and strengthen military families and service men and women.
What were your experiences upon returning home?  You might include what was most difficult and what was most rewarding in your transition, what was it like to reunite with family and friends, were you able to settle back in to “life as normal” quickly or did it take a period of time?

What types of resources would be (were) most beneficial to you as you transition? (Financial counseling/loans, assistance in job search, professional counseling for you/your family, support groups, relocation assistance, etc.)

What advice or tips would you share with someone new to having to make this transition from deployment? Perhaps something you wish had been shared with you.

We’d love to have you expound further on anything you feel would be of interest to our readers. Even if it’s not directly related to this Transition subject, we’d love to hear what you have to share, and possibly use it in other articles down the road.  Thank you for your time and your help. And mostly, thank you for the sacrifices you’ve made for our country! 

Judy

My name is “Taco” Bell, currently I serve as a LtCol in the Marine Corps Reserves and have deployed over to Iraq once in Aug 2005 to Feb 2006 and then over to Kabul Afghanistan in March of 2008 to Oct of that year followed by a shorter three week tour in June of 09 to tour the prison systems in Afghanistan.

The first time home, I was struck by the silence as my wife and I snuggled in our BOQ room at Cherry Point NC.  I had the windows cracked to get some fresh air and it was very difficult to sleep those first couple of nights.  You are so accustomed to the sounds of war on base, the constant throbbing of generators running everywhere you go.  Heavy trucks driving by your spaces and helicopters flying over head, that sort of thing is the norm for you.  It’s the “white noise” of war that helps you go to bed and you miss that when you return.  I had to laugh once when I was watching “My Cousin Vinny” where the only sleep he was able to get was inside of a noisy prison because he was from NYC and was use to the outside white noise.

My kids were young and my wife very resourceful.  I had a bit of depression that first week or two home.  I wasn’t in charge anymore like I was “over there” and my wife had managed to maintain control of our house, raise the kids all without my help.  I had to learn my children again and control my sense of wanting to change things right away.  Mom had been running the house for the last eight months I was gone and you stand a good chance of driving your kids away from you if you come on too strong.  You have to readjust and come at them slowly allowing them to get to know you better.  I discovered they were use to Mommy being the end all be all for them in their lives.  The same thing happened to my father when he came off a seven month deployment on his ship as a kid and I took some of those buried lessons to heart.

All and all, it was easier to transition back from Iraq to home for me although we experienced more death and destruction there on a daily basis.  There were numerous times that myself or one of my Marines would be waiting at the hospital next door to our office to help out with a mass causality arrivals so that we could better determine how many helicopters we needed to spool up for the Medivac to Balad.  The near walking dead, severely burned, carrying off stretchers on slick blood covered metal floors of helicopters were almost a daily event back then.  

Afghanistan, I traveled daily around Kabul by myself and we made many trips around the system to evaluate the training of the Afghan National Police.  I never experienced death there like I did in Iraq but for some reason the tensions of IED’s and SVBIED’s on a constant daily basis would give me nightmares at night.  That’s funny to me, because as a staff guy, I’m not kicking in doors and walking patrols everyday like the young troops, so I can’t even imagine what is going through their minds having pulled the trigger in anger or surviving an IED.  Coming home from Afghanistan, I would get upset if we were stuck in traffic and my mind was constantly looking for escape routes incase of an IED.  This agitation was very noticeable to my wife and family.  It’s hard to turn off that “War” mind switch when you get home but once you figure out that no is trying to kill you at home, life becomes much better.

Upon return from Afghanistan, I would wake up at 3am and not be able to go back to sleep.  After tossing and turning, I would go down and sit on the computer where I would often put thoughts to paper which was good therapy for me.  This went on for about a year and a half where I would be up at 3am on the dot four nights a week on average.  I didn’t know what to attribute to this and never sought help.  In talking with another buddy, I found out that he was going through the same things and his counselor had diagnosed this as PTSD.  For me, it seemed to work itself out of my system over the years.  I bottled up a lot of stuff and it wasn’t until I was a having a deep conversation with a buddy one night that all these emotions poured out.  I cried hard for the first time that night and was a bit embarrassed the next day at the thought of the Marine breaking down but it truly helped me out.   

There are many different resources out there to help you upon your return but I found the Warrior Gateway to the best site I’ve seen yet (http://www.warriorgateway.org/) where you can find just about whatever you need.  I have been lucky to have a job to return to, so the job search isn’t a factor in my life.  The average guy coming home and getting out is subjected to mind numbing classes that they must attend called “TAPS” (Transition Assistance Program) in which they pour a fire hose down your throat and you are only thinking about getting home so most of it gets put in the recycle bin of your brain.  The Warrior gateway is the perfect place to start looking at things again to refresh what you might have dumped at “TAPS” class.  I highly suggest this to be your starting point when you get home.

For those of you Vets reading this, thank you for your service!  Judy is always looking for your points of view and if you have stories or tips on what helped you out the most, please don’t hesitate to drop her a line at blog@justmilitaryloans.com  because your experiences may be the tipping point to helping out another “Brother from a different mother” as I call my friends in the military who make up the fabric of freedom of our great nation.

Take care and Semper Fi,

“Taco”

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Seals won’t be talking now is utter BullCrap!!

August 8th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 10 Comments »

Seals won’t be talking now…is BullCrap!!

 

Julius Sequerra,

You have really jumped the shark on this one.  As a matter of fact, what qualifications do you have to even write this garbage?  I am willing to bet that you are about 19 and living with about 4 buddies as you struggle to make ends met while smoking pot and laughing at how fast this excrement has spread over the internet.   

Your news sources are “A Marine I know told me he had a friend who was actually there” why don’t you just say “My Uncle’s brothers cousin’s sister’s boyfriend who was there…” it would be a lot more believable.

Well Julius, unlike you, I have served 25 years in the Marine Corps and have been to both Iraq and Afghanistan.  This sort of trash gets around and it also will end up in the mailbox belonging to the widows of these brave men who died.  You have no proof, nothing to go on except to stir the likes of me and many others. 

Julius, you a sad person who deserves a good old fashion “Code Red” and yes this old man can help out with it.  Learn to do some real reporting and leave the out of touch, Hash induced speculations in the draft folders of your computer where they belong. 

For the rest of the real world folks out there, here is what I’m talking about, it’s false, lies and does nothing but slap the faces of the families left behind and the honor of our brave Servicemen who died in combat.  It’s so early in the game, no one has all the facts and this type of garbage goes viral in the void of real information.  If you get this in your email box, please return or reply all that you think this is complete and utter bullsh** written by some 19 year old punk in his Momma’s basement.  You can tell them I said so…

S/F

Taco

 

 

by Julius Sequerra

31 American military personnel were killed when the Boeing Chinook helicopter in which they were flying crashed in Afghanistan.

Of the thirty-one killed, twenty were members of SEAL Team 6.

More importantly, I’ve been reliably informed (by a retired Colonel, US Army intel) that these very same operatives were the men who allegedly killed Usama bin Laden recently in Abbottabad.  [NB: Seal Team 6 is an ultra-elite group of “black” operatives who exist outside military protocol, engage in operations that are at the highest level of classification, and often outside the bounds of international law.]

The official story is that the Taliban shot down the chopper. I have my doubts (as do many others far more savvy than yours truly).

[Remember Pat Tillman, the Pro Football star who forsook a megabuck contract and volunteered to go fight in Afghanistan in the heat of the post-9/11 patriotic frenzy? The official story is that Tillman was killed in a friendly-fire incident. According to reports from several US military personnel (a few of whom I know), Pat Tillman was assassinated by his own government. Reportedly, Tillman, the quintessential poster-boy for military recruitment, was waking up to the 9/11 lie, and was beginning to get a little too loose-lipped for his own good. Word traveled up the chain fast. Three bullets to the head fired at close range killed him. Friendly-fire indeed.]

“We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves.” – Goethe

Usama’s “recent death” brings to mind photos that made international headlines during the Iraq invasion.

Remember that iconic image of cheering Iraqis helping bring down the statue of Saddam? A Marine I know told me he had a friend who was actually there, on the ground, in that town square. Evidently, there were no more than 50 Iraqis in that “cheering crowd” — and virtually all of them were paid to participate in the photo shoot. [Did you happen to notice there was only one tightly cropped shot from just one camera angle? The rest of the square was virtually empty, save for US military personnel and equipment.]

Then there was that other classic shot, of a bearded and bedraggled Saddam crawling out of a hole with his hands pathetically held up in the air in a gesture of utter defeat. Remember that one?
 
Again, rigged. I’m personally acquainted with a former Marine who knows one of the guys who actually helped stage that sordid affair.

Truth is, Saddam was finally cornered in the home of one of his friends, and he fought valiantly to the last bullet. He was eventually nabbed, mussed up further (he apparently didn’t look great to begin), physically forced into the hole, and dirt thrown on him for good measure to ensure a Hollywood-grade image. That photo’s singular intent was to demoralize the Iraqi populace by showing their leader cowering in abject defeat.

Usama bin Laden’s REAL Death

It is generally known by military insiders (and others who look to alternative sources for their news) that Usama bin Laden died of natural causes in 2001. He had just returned to Pakistan from Dubai following medical treatment at the American Hospital.

As early as March, 2000, Asia Week expressed concern for bin Laden’s health, describing a serious medical problem that could put his life in danger because of “a kidney infection that is propagating itself to the liver and requires specialized treatment.”

Having taken off from Quetta in Pakistan, bin Laden arrived in Dubai and was transferred to the American Hospital. He was accompanied by his personal physician and a ‘faithful lieutenant’ (possibly al-Zawahiri). Usama was admitted to the well-respected urology department run by Dr. Terry Callaway, an American gallstone and infertility specialist.

Bin Laden was checked into one of the hospital’s VIP suites. While there, he received visits from many members of his family as well as prominent Saudis and Emiratis. During the hospital stay, the local CIA agent, known to many in Dubai, was seen taking the main elevator of the hospital to bin Laden’s floor.

A few days later, the CIA man bragged to a few friends about having visited bin Laden. Reliable sources report that on July 15th, the day after bin Laden returned to Quetta, the CIA agent was recalled to headquarters.  [NB: Contacts between the CIA and bin Laden began in 1979 when, as a representative of his family’s business, he began recruiting volunteers for the Afghan resistance against the Soviet Red Army.]

The LAST ‘Death’ of bin Laden

What the world has been told about the recent “Death of Usama bin Laden” is pitiful and laughably absurd (especially the parts about no forensic tests having been performed, and the body quickly dumped into the sea. That last doctored photo was the clincher).

Truth is, bin Laden’s bin dead a long time.

The charade in Abbottabad was one massive a psyop to provide soothing peace of mind for the American public subject to full-throttle media propaganda, while continuing, unabatedly, one of the greatest, deadliest, and most expensive hoaxes of all time: 9/11 and “The War on Terror.”

And now, every single SEAL Team 6 member who was involved in the ‘assassination’ psyop is dead.

Incidentally, I had to smile when I saw one particularly amusing headline re Usama’s latest death, in the US publication Business Insider: “Meet The ‘Seal Team 6’, The Bad-Asses Who Killed Osama Bin Laden”

Well, all those hapless ‘bad asses’ are now dead.

And dead men don’t talk.

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Another Poser to ID

July 17th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 1 Comment »

Hey all you Cali folks out there. Can anyone ID this guy?

They have this deal out at Santa Monica Beach where they put the crosses up to show the loses from the two wars. This one guy shows up in his Army outfit, no cover, dog tags sticking out (never do that) collar closed up, wrong patches etc. We are looking to ID this guy, he won’t get anything but public humiliation since the Feds will only press charges if the Stolen Valor act involves stealing money or scamming the VA type stuff. Otherwise, he is free to lie, but we will out him if we can.  John has some great stuff on this guy over at  This Ain’t Hell, so check him out too for updates. 

Semper Fi,
Taco

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2011001/Santa-Monica-Los-Angeles-beach-Arlington-West-crosses.html

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Thirty years of one man’s truth are up for reconsideration

July 17th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 2 Comments »

Dear Gang,
A buddy found this piece on his computer. While the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are popular to hate, take a lesson from someone who knows.
It was published in Forbes magazine a couple of years ago, about a year before Sept. 11. It was written by Pat Conroy, the author of (and son of) “The Great Santini”. I don’t know of any Marine pilots who haven’t seen the movie, but I really didn’t know all that much about the author. It’s an interesting perspective, especially as I see anti-war protesters in the news more frequently.
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My Heart’s Content

Thirty years of one man’s truth are up for reconsideration

by Pat Conroy

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The true things always ambush me on the road and take me by surprise when I am drifting down the light of placid days, careless about flanks and rearguard actions. I was not looking for a true thing to come upon me in the state of New Jersey. Nothing has ever happened to me in New Jersey. But came it did, and it came to stay.

In the past four years I have been interviewing my teammates on the 1966-67 basketball team at the Citadel for a book I’m writing. For the most part, this has been like buying back a part of my past that I had mislaid or shut out of my life. At first I thought I was writing about being young and frisky and able to run up and down a court all day long, but lately I realized I came to this book because I needed to come to grips with being middle-aged and having ripened into a gray-haired man you could not trust to handle the ball on a fast break.

When I visited my old teammate Al Kroboth’s house in New Jersey, I spent the first hours quizzing him about his memories of games and practices and the screams of coaches that had echoed in field houses more than 30 years before. Al had been a splendid forward-center for the Citadel; at 6 feet 5 inches and carrying 220 pounds, he played with indefatigable energy and enthusiasm. For most of his senior year, he led the nation in field-goal percentage, with UCLA center Lew Alcindor hot on his trail. Al was a battler and a brawler and a scrapper from the day he first stepped in as a Green Weenie as a sophomore to the day he graduated. After we talked basketball, we came to a subject I dreaded to bring up with Al, but which lay between us and would not lie still.

“Al, you know I was a draft dodger and antiwar demonstrator.”

“That’s what I heard, Conroy,” Al said. “I have nothing against what you did, but I did what I thought was right.”

“Tell me about Vietnam, big Al. Tell me what happened to you,” I said.

On his seventh mission as a navigator in an A-6 for Major Leonard Robertson, Al was getting ready to deliver their payload when the fighter-bomber was hit by enemy fire. Though Al has no memory of it, he punched out somewhere in the middle of the ill-fated dive and lost consciousness. He doesn’t know if he was unconscious for six hours or six days, nor does he know what happened to Major Robertson (whose name is engraved on the Wall in Washington and on the MIA bracelet Al wears).

When Al awoke, he couldn’t move. A Viet Cong soldier held an AK-47 to his head. His back and his neck were broken, and he had shattered his left scapula in the fall. When he was well enough to get to his feet (he still can’t recall how much time had passed), two armed Viet Cong led Al from the jungles of South Vietnam to a prison in Hanoi. The journey took three months. Al Kroboth walked barefooted through the most impassable terrain in Vietnam, and he did it sometimes in the dead of night. He bathed when it rained, and he slept in bomb craters with his two Viet Cong captors. As they moved farther north, infections began to erupt on his body, and his legs were covered with leeches picked up while crossing the rice paddies.

At the very time of Al’s walk, I had a small role in organizing the only antiwar demonstration ever held in Beaufort, South Carolina, the home of Parris Island and the Marine Corps Air Station. In a Marine Corps town at that time, it was difficult to come up with a quorum of people who had even minor disagreements about the Vietnam War. But my small group managed to attract a crowd of about 150 to Beaufort’s waterfront. With my mother and my wife on either side of me, we listened to the featured speaker, Dr. Howard Levy, suggest to the very few young enlisted marines present that if they get sent to Vietnam, here’s how they can help end this war: Roll a grenade under your officer’s bunk when he’s asleep in his tent. It’s called fragging and is becoming more and more popular with the ground troops who know this war is bullshit. I was enraged by the suggestion. At that very moment my father, a marine officer, was asleep in Vietnam. But in 1972, at the age of 27, I thought I was serving America’s interests by pointing out what massive flaws and miscalculations and corruptions had led her to conduct a ground war in Southeast Asia.

In the meantime, Al and his captors had finally arrived in the North, and the Viet Cong traded him to North Vietnamese soldiers for the final leg of the trip to Hanoi. Many times when they stopped to rest for the night, the local villagers tried to kill him. His captors wired his hands behind his back at night, so he trained himself to sleep in the center of huts when the villagers began sticking knives and bayonets into the thin walls. Following the U.S. air raids, old women would come into the huts to excrete on him and yank out hunks of his hair. After the nightmare journey of his walk north, Al was relieved when his guards finally delivered him to the POW camp in Hanoi and the cell door locked behind him.

It was at the camp that Al began to die. He threw up every meal he ate and before long was misidentified as the oldest American soldier in the prison because his appearance was so gaunt and skeletal. But the extraordinary camaraderie among fellow prisoners that sprang up in all the POW camps caught fire in Al, and did so in time to save his life.

When I was demonstrating in America against Nixon and the Christmas bombings in Hanoi, Al and his fellow prisoners were holding hands under the full fury of those bombings, singing “God Bless America.” It was those bombs that convinced Hanoi they would do well to release the American POWs, including my college teammate. When he told me about the C-141 landing in Hanoi to pick up the prisoners, Al said he felt no emotion, none at all, until he saw the giant American flag painted on the plane’s tail. I stopped writing as Al wept over the memory of that flag on that plane, on that morning, during that time in the life of America.

It was that same long night, after listening to Al’s story, that I began to make judgments about how I had conducted myself during the Vietnam War. In the darkness of the sleeping Kroboth household, lying in the third-floor guest bedroom, I began to assess my role as a citizen in the ’60s, when my country called my name and I shot her the bird. Unlike the stupid boys who wrapped themselves in Viet Cong flags and burned the American one, I knew how to demonstrate against the war without flirting with treason or astonishingly bad taste. I had come directly from the warrior culture of this country and I knew how to act. But in the 25 years that have passed since South Vietnam fell, I have immersed myself in the study of totalitarianism during the unspeakable century we just left behind. I have questioned survivors of Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen, talked to Italians who told me tales of the Nazi occupation, French partisans who had counted German tanks in the forests of Normandy, and officers who survived the Bataan Death March. I quiz journalists returning from wars in Bosnia, the Sudan, the Congo, Angola, Indonesia, Guatemala, San Salvador, Chile, Northern Ireland, Algeria. As I lay sleepless, I realized I’d done all this research to better understand my country. I now revere words like democracy, freedom, the right to vote, and the grandeur of the extraordinary vision of the founding fathers. Do I see America’s flaws? Of course. But I now can honor her basic, incorruptible virtues, the ones that let me walk the streets screaming my ass off that my country had no idea what it was doing in South Vietnam. My country let me scream to my heart’s content–the same country that produced both Al Kroboth and me.

Now, at this moment in New Jersey, I come to a conclusion about my actions as a young man when Vietnam was a dirty word to me. I wish I’d led a platoon of marines in Vietnam. I would like to think I would have trained my troops well and that the Viet Cong would have had their hands full if they entered a firefight with us. From the day of my birth, I was programmed to enter the Marine Corps. I was the son of a marine fighter pilot, and I had grown up on marine bases where I had watched the men of the corps perform simulated war games in the forests of my childhood. That a novelist and poet bloomed darkly in the house of Santini strikes me as a remarkable irony. My mother and father had raised me to be an Al Kroboth, and during the Vietnam era they watched in horror as I metamorphosed into another breed of fanatic entirely. I understand now that I should have protested the war after my return from Vietnam, after I had done my duty for my country. I have come to a conclusion about my country that I knew then in my bones but lacked the courage to act on: America is good enough to die for even when she is wrong.

I looked for some conclusion, a summation of this trip to my teammate’s house. I wanted to come to the single right thing, a true thing that I may not like but that I could live with. After hearing Al Kroboth’s story of his walk across Vietnam and his brutal imprisonment in the North, I found myself passing harrowing, remorseless judgment on myself. I had not turned out to be the man I had once envisioned myself to be. I thought I would be the kind of man that America could point to and say, “There. That’s the guy. That’s the one who got it right. The whole package. The one I can depend on.” It had never once occurred to me that I would find myself in the position I did on that night in Al Kroboth’s house in Roselle, New Jersey: an American coward spending the night with an American hero.

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Pat Conroy’s novels include The Prince of Tides, The Great Santini, The Lords of Discipline, and Beach Music. He lives on Fripp Island, South Carolina. This essay is from his forthcoming book, My Losing Season.

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Wrong Place, Wrong crowd to show off my Bling, by Gunny PJ James

July 3rd, 2011 Posted in Military, The SandGram v1.0 | 15 Comments »

Dear Gunny Perry James or PJ as you address yourself.

I have to say that while typing this letter, a wave of consternation overcomes me and I take no pleasure in outing you to the general public but it is my duty at this point. See, in the audience that night at the SkyBall in Fort Worth, TX, there were some really terrific young men in wheel chairs, wounded in action over in Iraq and Afghanistan who truly rated the Purple Hearts and Bronze Stars that were so prominently displayed on your uniform.

One of them, Corporal Alan Babin was wounded in 2003 while performing his duties as a medic and was brought down by small arms fire as he rushed exposed to save a Platoon mate. His thoughtless devotion to his men almost got himself killed and there he sat in his wheel chair, a Purple Heart and Bronze Star with combat “V” on his suit, looking at your uniform on the 75 foot jumbotron TV screen while you were up on stage parading around in your Dress Blues. He was probably wishing he had been as lucky as you to be so mobile.

You didn’t give yourself the Navy Cross or Silver Star although the Navy Marine Corps Medal is the equivalent to the peacetime Silver Star. You have inflated your achievements and the biggest of your problems will come from the first medal on the second row, the POW Medal. There are a lot of guys who take issue with this. You told me that you were held POW for four days and hung upside down the whole time before escaping. At this point, we know you weren’t a POW unless you have some paperwork that the Marine Corps doesn’t have. I mean, come on Gunny, you retired before the Joint Meritorious Unit Award (JMUC) or the Global War on Terrorism/Expeditionary (GWOT) medals were even issued so how can you really think you rate them? The Cold War medal really got a chuckle out of me and I’m not sure the Navajo Indian Service Medal isn’t allowed either.

There are so few POW’s that when I contacted Mary over at the POW/MIA site, they ordered a FIOA request for your records and there it all was. NO POW recorded in your name. In fact, you only rate about 6 of the medals you are wearing. As of 2002, the date on your awards page, you rated the Bronze Star, Purple Heart with one gold star, a Navy Achievement medal with Combat V, the National Defense medal, the Humanitarian Service medal and the Good conduct Medal with the Republic of VN Campaign Medal coming in last. Below is your FOIA.
james_perry

Then you have a PUC/NUC/MUC/CAR and Rep of VN meritorious unit citation of Gallantry cross with one silver star and the same with the civil action 1st class with Palm on the ribbon side.
Here is what you were wearing, broken down Marine fashion…
stolen valor2

No record of being on recruiting duty (recruiter’s aide doesn’t count-you need three years) or as a Marine Security Guard. You rate one tour on the drill field and that’s about it, which I will give you and put on the rack below. No Recon training, jump wings or scuba training unless that was all done for some “Top Secret” mission.

The incredible thing is you are a Marine. You are in my opinion, a VERY decorated Marine in the first place. Why add all the bling to your rack? You should be very proud of your service (I am proud of you!) and content with what you earned (a very prestigious career). Now do yourself a favor, go back to wearing what you rate. I think this is probably an accurate reflection with out all the extra stuff thanks to MyServicepride.com

If you can submit proof that you rate all the extra medals, I would be happy to post a public apology. If you can’t then I probably wouldn’t go on anymore floats for Veterans day or tell the media that you were a VN POW or attend my balls out of uniform.
Semper Fi,
Taco

Update:  I was looking around the net when Keith Little died, the head of the Navajo Code talker and found this film on C-SPAN, fast forward up to 12:30 and listen to the intro of Gunny PJ James…   then I found another shot of him at this event.  Good Ole Gunny bottom right with the flag.

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4th of July

June 30th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 3 Comments »

 In the 70’s, I grew up on a Naval Amphibious Base, in Little Creek Va. right below the approach path to runway 23 at ORF.  I can remember banging pots and pans together with all the neighborhood children in the streets that 4th of July night in 1976.  Two hundred years of Independence and they made a quarter with the little drummer boy on it.  Oh yeah, I had the hots for Nadia Comaneci, it was a great year. 

Our neighbor was a British SBS (Special Boat Service) Officer on an exchange tour with the Navy SEALS.  He seemed very amused at the party in the streets and I asked him “Mr. Heath, do you all celebrate Fourth of July in England?”  He smiled and replied “No Mitchell, we hold a wake” in his crisp English accent.  I didn’t even think about  the implications of asking a Brit this question.  Truly, I didn’t know.

I think the meaning of this holiday, like most in our country, has been transformed into a commercial byproduct of good advertising.  We have lost the prospective of the cost associated with freedom.  Back 235 years ago, when you were hit by a Red Coat musket ball, you probably lost your arm or leg and then maybe died from the infection later on.   Our guys hitting the beachhead in Omaha or assaulting the Japanese on Iwo Jima suffered greatly as they have in every war since this great Country was founded.  They came home, complete with the scars of war with hundreds of thousands never to return all, so that we as a Country would be free.

On this holiday, as I fly across the United States, like I have for the past 13 years (one 4th was spent in Afghanistan, free fireworks) I will look forward to being at thirty five thousand feet watching the entire country exploded with celebrations.  For while I know, our children only bang pots and pans because they are allowed to be wild feral beasts for one night, they hopefully will fully understand when they get older, the sacrifice our fellow citizens in the Military have made to keep America free.  God Bless America and all those Men and Women in harms way this moment and in the past who make up the fabric of freedom protecting us.

Semper Fi,

Taco

END THE LIE

June 24th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | No Comments »

if you have some time to kill, go check out End the Lie.  it’s a site that covers more ground then most and it’s all done by a young man, solo and he’s my cousin. He has really put together a collection of interesting stuff I have to say that I love his writing!! Right, Left in the middle, his stuff will keep you up late at night and interested. Enjoy!!!
Semper Fi,
Taco

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Interview with the CMC

June 23rd, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | No Comments »

Transcript Of CMC Interview By Mens Health

http://www.menshealth.com/print/26174 or http://www.menshealth.com/best-life/marine-corps

GENERAL JAMES F. AMOS MARINE CORPS INTERVIEW

What’s next for the Marines? Change. In an exclusive interview with Men’s Health

chief military correspondent Bob Drury, General James F. Amos, the 35th

Commandant of the United States Marine Corps, lays out his vision

By Bob Drury, Photographs by Sgt. Benjamin J. Flores, USMC

Osama Bin Laden is dead. Revolution is sweeping North Africa, the Middle East,

and Central Asia. American troops are slated to pull out of Iraq by the end of

this year. And calls grow louder each day for a similar, ahead-of-schedule

withdrawal from Afghanistan.

Now what? Is the War on Terror over?

“Not by a long shot,” says General James F. Amos, the 35th Commandant of the

United States Marine Corps, who recently sat with Men’s Health for a

wide-ranging conversation exploring the future of terrorism, the likelihood of

America’s military engagement in this rapidly transforming world, the Marine

Corps’ return to its expeditionary roots as our nation’s first-strike

option…and just what kind of men Amos hopes to attract as potential

Leathernecks.

Amos was at home with his wife Bonnie that Sunday in May when he received word

that American Special Operators had killed Bin Laden. His first thoughts, he

recalled, were of the innocent victims murdered by Al Qaeda on 9/11. “I felt

that justice had been served and that the world was, in some way, a better place

for all of us.”

Bin Laden’s death, however, did little to alter Amos’s long-term blueprint for a

“right-sized” Marine Corps that will act as the tip of America’s military spear

for decades to come. Over the past several years, while serving first as the

Commanding General of the Marine Corps’ Combat Development Command and, later,

as the Corps’ Assistant Commandant, Amos was tasked with plotting the strategy

and tactics that the Corps will employ in hostilities through the year

2025—while taking into account the realities of a down-sized defense budget.

These potential clashes, he said, will require a more streamlined Marine Corps

that will make rapid response its first priority.

A lean, fit man and a sharp dresser—“squared away,” in Marine terminology, in

dark pressed slacks and a muted yellow sweater over an open-collared shirt when

I met him for coffee recently in Midtown Manhattan—the trim, snow-capped

64-year-old Commandant is also an eloquent speaker quick with an analogy. He

likens the Corps’ rapid-response crisis capabilities to a middleweight fighter

“who can box up into the heavyweight division or box down to the lightweight

division.” To that end he has already begun to shape his 202,000 Marines Corps

into an outfit “that fills the void in our nation’s defense for an agile force

that is comfortable operating at the high and low ends of the threat

spectrum—larger than Special Operations forces, but lighter and more

expeditionary than conventional Army units. We engage and respond quickly, often

from the sea, with enough force to carry the day upon arrival.”

In these parlous times, he added, the notion of the term expeditionary is a

“state of mind,” combining power, endurance, and, not least important, a

logistical component.

During our conversation Amos made reference to the visionary Marine General

Victor “Brute” Krulak, who a half-century ago noted, “When trouble comes there

will be Marines, somewhere, who have made and kept themselves ready to do

something useful about it, and to do it at once.”

The Commandant then updated Krulak’s words with a more modern sentiment. “When

it absolutely, positively has to be accomplished overnight…send in the

Marines.”

Since assuming command last October, Gen. Amos has shared his vision of a

re-imagined Corps in public testimony before Congress and in private speeches to

select, and powerful, policy makers. Now he speaks to Men’s Health about that

future.

Men’s Health: Under your command, the Corps is undergoing something of a sea

change. Across-the-board military budget cuts combined with the nature of

asymmetrical wars—in Iraq and Afghanistan and who knows where next—make for

strategic and tactical revisions. How do you see this future unfolding?

Gen. Amos: When I was Commanding General of the Marine Corps Combat Development

Command, as well as Assistant Commandant, I think I spent about a year to a

year-and-a-half writing the “Marines Corps: Vision & Strategy Through 2025.” It

was, basically, what I thought the world was going to look like over the next 2

decades and the Marine Corps’ role in that world. I think we’re going to

eventually come out of Afghanistan. You know we will, just as the Marines came

out of Iraq a year and a half ago—with the exception of about 80 Marines that

are still on staffs.

That said, I believe going forward that the world is going to be full of these

nasty, difficult, unclear conflicts that are going to be energized by poverty,

by stateless borders, and by the proliferation of state-like weapons in the

hands of organizations that are not in and of themselves states. Typically in

the past, these kinds of weapons could only be afforded by states, by countries.

Now they will be used on battlefields by rebels, by rogue organizations, even by

criminal gangs.

Urbanization will also play a large role in future conflicts. We used to say 70

percent of the world’s population lived within 400 miles of an ocean. Now, 70

percent of the world’s population lives within 200 miles of a coastline. If you

look at this globally, Western and Central Europe are declining in total

population, but the population in developing countries along these coastlines

and littorals is growing exponentially. And within this exploding population

what you’ve got is this cataclysmic collision of poverty and the high

demographic of young males who are not going to have a job. There’s going to be

competition for resources. There will be places where clean, potable water will

be just as valuable as a gallon of fuel for your vehicle.

These circumstances will breed extremism. And it doesn’t have to be just

religious extremism, the kind we’re seeing now, but extremism of varying

natures. Criminal extremism. Political extremism. And these places I’m talking

about will be, I think, the Marine Corps’ back yard for the next two decades.

That’s where we’re going to do our business.MH: Can you give an example of how

this might play out?

Gen. Amos: You just look at the world and you see things unraveling and you say,

“I wonder what we ought to do?” Things are seldom crystal clear. The perfect

example: Look how long we debated whether to impose a no-fly zone over Libya. So

you need a force like the Marine Corps that can plug that gap for a while until

the United States’ course of action becomes clear. And plug it quickly. If

you’re not ready the moment things happen, then you’re irrelevant, you might as

well not go. So that’s what we do. We buy decision time for the leaders of our

nation.

Those global hot spots I mentioned, let’s face it, America will be more prone to

intervene in these areas than others. For whatever reason, these are the areas

that will need to be stabilized. It might be to protect the security of the

United States. It might be for humanitarian reasons. It might be to help a

fledgling government train its own military. 

MH: That’s something new for the Marine Corps, isn’t it?

Gen. Amos: Well, we’ve always been trainers. We’ve got a battalion of Georgian

fighters with us in Afghanistan and we’ve got a second battalion coming. We’ve

trained that country’s military for the past 10 years. That’s just one example

of many.

MH: Okay, perhaps not new. But training other country’s fighters, responding to

natural disasters with humanitarian efforts, these are not roles the general

public usually associates with the United States Marine Corps.

Gen. Amos: Well, the nature of warfare has changed. Now, don’t get me wrong, war

has not changed in that it’s still deadly. But the state of where we are today,

vis-à-vis America’s enemies, means we have to remain relevant. The Marine Corps

has to ask itself, “What does our nation need from its premier crisis response

force?” We are America’s shock troops in war and peace. I know it sounds corny,

but it’s not.

I have to tell you, when that terrible earthquake hit Japan, followed by the

tsunami, within 12 hours Marines from Okinawa loaded up 500 Marines on eight

C-130s, and flew to the scene. No one in Washington, in headquarters here in the

States, told them to do it. They flew up to mainland Japan from Okinawa and they

positioned themselves waiting for the call. And within 24 hours they were asked

to get to work.

MH: Whoa. A Marine Commander on Okinawa just took it upon himself to move that

many Marines to the site of another country’s natural disaster without even

checking with you?

Gen. Amos: That’s right. I’ve got a 3-star general out there. And he’s a smart

guy and he did what we call, anticipate the mission.

MH: Well, I know one of the primary tenets of the Corps is “To Seek

Responsibility and Take Responsibility for Your Actions.” I suppose his actions

fall under that rubric?

Gen. Amos: Exactly. He’s a seasoned officer and he anticipated that the Japanese

government was going to need some help. And we come with a hell of a lot of

help. So he positioned himself up on mainland Japan and sure enough, all of a

sudden it was, “Can anybody help?” And for the next two weeks Marines operated

24 hours a day, 7 days a week on site and no one knew about it. We brought in

fuel, kerosene for the heaters, water, blankets, clothing, food, medical

supplies. We helped evacuate earthquake victims. We were on top that tragedy

from very nearly the moment it occurred.

MH: So what you’re saying is that because of the Corps’ size—only a little more

than 200,000 men and women in uniform—the Marines are uniquely suited to this

kind of mission?

Gen. Amos: I think that. We fill the void in our nation’s defense for an agile

force that’s larger than Special Operations, but lighter and more expeditionary

than conventional Army units. The Corps is where all those domains collide, like

a Venn diagram. There’s a mindset of flexibility and adaptability that comes

with us. We don’t mind hardship. We don’t mind somebody saying, “Go in and do

this nasty job.” Whatever the job is, we can do it. That’s why the nation has a

Marine Corps.

I am constantly thinking about where the Marines fit in defense of America’s

interests. The Army has a domain, the land domain. And they’re very good at it.

The Navy has the sea domain, both above and below the water. The Air Force has

its own domain above the ground, and in space. But the Marine Corps is the only

service where all those domains kind of collide. We don’t have a specific

domain; we have a lane, and that lane is crisis response. We work in the sky, we

work on the water, we work on the land.

I speak publicly about this a lot. We respond to today’s crisis with today’s

force today. Not a week from now.  Now two weeks from now. Not a month from now.

Today.MH: And whether it’s to a war zone or a natural disaster, you bring it

prepared for every contingency?

Gen. Amos: Our logistics capability is the equivalent of packing up Wal-Mart,

Home Depot, AutoZone, and your local pharmacy and being able to place it—ready

to go—anywhere in the world in 96 hours. When President Obama stood at West

Point 16 months ago and announced the plussing up of forces up in Afghanistan,

that was a Monday night. The next morning the lead elements of First Battalion,

6th Marines were on Marine C-130s flying to Afghanistan. The next morning. That

was December 2. I arrived in Afghanistan on December 21. By then the entire

First Battalion, 6th Marines was in Afghanistan and a big chunk of Third

Battalion, 6th Marines were already on deck. By the end of the month they had

completely closed on Afghanistan. In less than 29 days, two battalions and all

their equipment were at the front. And then we sent in another battalion in

June. That’s what we do. Warfighting in Afghanistan. Flood relief in Pakistan.

Earthquake relief in Haiti or

 Japan. We responded to today’s crisis with today’s forces.

MH: So speed is the Corps raison d’etre?

Gen. Amos: Speed, training, fighting ability. There is no one reason. We can’t

anticipate everything—who can anticipate a 9.0 earthquake?—but we try. And we

know that our Marines have been trained for anything they can possibly

anticipate, whether it’s a plussing up of troops in Afghanistan or a rescue

mission. And multitasking is our specialty. A good example is when we rescued

the Air Force F-15E pilot who went down over Libya. There’s a bit of a lead-up

to this story, but it’s worth it.

The unit involved in that rescue—the 26th Marine Expeditionary Unit with its

three ships—had been off the coast of Pakistan. They were there to reinforce the

15th MEU, which was conducting humanitarian operations in Pakistan after that

horrendous flooding. So that same unit threw in to help with the Pakistan flood

relief. So here are these three huge Navy ships packed with 2,500 Marines

cruising off the coast of Karachi, and they fly 400 miles deep into Pakistan’s

Northwest Frontier areas doing humanitarian relief. Simultaneously, Harriers

from the same unit are flying into Afghanistan supporting the Marines on the

ground. Simultaneous to that, elements of the 15th Marine Expeditionary Unit are

requested to sail west to recapture the Magellan Star, the German tanker taken

by Somali Pirates. So at one point we had two Marine Expeditionary Units and

five ships plying waters off Afghanistan and Pakistan, operating both combat and

humanitarian relief

 missions while we have another ship sailing west to capture a pirated tanker.

So all of a sudden things begin to happen across North Africa, in Tunisia, in

Egypt, in Libya. So we sail two of the three ships from the 26th Marine

Expeditionary Unit up the Red Sea, through the Suez Canal, make a left, and

docked at [the U.S. Naval Base on Crete’s] Souda Bay. But the Unit is missing

something—the 1,400 Marines it offloaded into Afghanistan. So within 20 hours of

its arrival in the Med we took half of First Battalion, 2nd Marines from Camp

Lejeune, put them on airplanes, and flew them to Souda Bay.

When they reached Souda Bay they boarded our ships and we pulled out of Crete

and positioned ourselves 100 or so miles off the coast of Libya. That night the

American F-15 pilot had to eject at 1 o’clock in the morning. The Marines we’d

flown in from Lejeune had never done what we call a TRAP Mission—Tactical

Recovery of Air Crew Personnel. But they were ready when we got the call. Within

90 minutes of the first notification of the downed airman, our TRAP Force had

already been briefed, launched, had found the pilot, and brought him back.

MH: That kind of multitasking is pretty impressive, but let me ask you: How long

can a force of 200,000 men maintain that kind of pace? Fighting in Afghanistan.

Flood relief in Pakistan. Pirate hunting off Somalia. TRAP rescues in Libya. Do

you worry about stretching the Corps too thin?

Gen. Amos: There is that concern. And let me say that we are 202,000 strong. Men

and women. We’ve got about 12,000 female Marines and about 190,000 male Marines.

Most of those are very young, by the way; I think 65 percent of the Marine Corps

is 23 years old or younger. We’re the youngest of all the services. But you’re

right, we realize we can’t be everywhere, we can’t do everything, all the time.

There’s a cost.

Last year it was about $40 billion for the entire Marine Corps—people,

equipment, logistics, the works. And in that fiscal year 2010 the Marine Corps

consumed only 8.5 percent of the defense budget yet provided 31 percent of the

nation’s operating forces, 12 percent of its fighter and attack jets, and 19

percent of its attack helicopters. The Marines have always been known as the

penny pinchers, and at the end of the day Congress and the American people know

that the Marine Corps is a value. We only ask for what we truly need.

But the good news is, history shows that you don’t have to do what we do all the

time, because our nation picks and chooses where it’s going to intervene, where

it’s going to invest its political will and its capital around the world. So we

don’t have to have a force that’s so big we can do everything all the time. But

we do have to have a force that is ready. And, yes, there is a price to be paid

to have this force that can do the things I described, a force that is

constantly in a high state of readiness.

Our nation cannot afford to maintain the three prongs of its total military

forces—its personnel, its equipment, and its supply chain—in this high state of

readiness, all the time. But it doesn’t have to maintain that state for all its

forces. They do need to have the ability to reach down and have one force ready

to respond to any crisis, anytime. That’s what we do. But, yes, even the Marine

Corps is feeling the pinch.

MH: So, how does the Corps sort its priorities?

Gen. Amos: I spent a lot of time thinking about that before I became Commandant.

And what became clear to me is that what I call our “lane” is narrow. Inside

that lane, there are not a lot of things that we can’t do. We can go full combat

at a moment’s notice, which we’ve done for the past 10 years. We can go

humanitarian relief. We can train foreign forces. But our bread and butter, so

to speak, is crisis response—highly expeditionary, forward deployed, forward

engaged. That’s our lane.

I don’t want to be in the Army’s lane. I don’t want to be in the Navy’s lane. I

don’t want to be in the Air Force’s lane. If the United States wants to bring

massive force over time, our Army and our Air Force and our Navy are capable of

that. But when you want an immediate crisis response force, well, that is us.

MH: Why is that? Training?

Gen. Amos: I think it’s two things. Training is one. But before that, it is

discipline. When a young man or woman arrives at Marine boot camp at Parris

Island, or comes to the hills of Quantico for Officer Candidate School, we take

that young man or woman and imbue in them a sense of selflessness for the team

and for the team only. We give them a sense of identity that they’ll never get

anywhere else in life. And once you graduate from boot camp and wear the Marine

uniform, no one can ever take that identity away from you.

I don’t know that there’s another organization on the face of the

earth—including private corporations or businesses, and even our fellow

services—that immediately strips away a person’s sense of individuality when

they join an organization like we do. The truth of the matter is, most of the

folks that join the Corps today reflect our modern society. They’re not

necessarily unselfish, and most of them are pretty self-centered. That’s why the

first thing we do is shave their heads. We strip them of every piece of clothing

they own, including their skivvies. They don’t see anything they own for 12

weeks. Nothing. No watch. No St. Christopher’s medal. Nothing.

The Marine Corps is not the least bit interested in who you think you are, what

you think makes you special, what family you came from. Religion or race? We

don’t care. Because you’re joining us. We’re not the least bit interested in

joining you. But if you want to join an organization where we build teams, where

the overriding virtue is a sense of physical and mental sacrifice for your

teammates, where we instill a true and deep sense of love for one another—a

fraternal bonding that means a Marine will lay down his life for another Marine

just because he or she is a Marine—than we are the organization for you.

It starts at boot camp. What we do is take young men, most of them teenagers,

and in 12 weeks we transform them to the point where in many cases their

families, even their parents, do not recognize them anymore. And the

transformation that begins in boot camp continues throughout their Marine Corps

career; that willingness to work around the clock and endure any hardship for

the sake of country and Corps, for the sake of one another. Whether it is

engaging the enemy in firefights in desolate northeastern Afghanistan or

delivering humanitarian relief in the shadow of an unstable Japanese nuclear

reactor.

So, yes, training is important. And, boy, do we train them. But if you don’t

have that shared sense of sacrifice, that willingness to sacrifice for the team,

all the training in the world will not make you a Marine. When you think about

it, we’re the biggest team sport in the United States of America. There’s no

other team like us, not in the NFL or in the NBA or in college athletics. One of

my aides, Lt. Col. Jon Lauder, was once the commanding officer of a recruiting

station in the Fort Worth–Dallas area. Big football country. And people would

ask him, “Jon, how come the Marine Corps doesn’t have a football team like the

Army, Navy, and Air Force?” His answer was, “Well, while the Army and Navy and

Air Force are busy protecting the quarterback, we’re protecting the nation.” It

sounds bravado, but it isn’t. The entire Marine Corps is its own team sport.MH:

Are you telling me that, for instance, Marine Special Operators don’t consider

 themselves a little bit apart from regular Marine grunts? 

Gen. Amos: That’s exactly what I’m telling you. You come to the Marine Special

Operations Command that we set up, MARSOC, and there’s that same sense of team

that permeates the Corps. Every one of those Special Ops guys, just like every

other Marine, carries with him the shared sacrifice they learned at boot camp.

They all had their identities stripped out. We don’t recruit them to be Special

Ops guys; we recruit them to be Marines. And then, three or four years later, if

they can hack it, they might move into Special Ops.

MH: As long as we’re on the subject: considering the asymmetrical wars the

United States is currently fighting and will likely continue to fight, what do

you make of the glamorous emphasis recently placed on Special Ops? Seems to me

that sometimes it is, I don’t know, a little too much.

Gen. Amos: I would have probably agreed with you until about a year, a year and

a half ago, when I started working on the future kind of warfare that America is

going to be engaged in. What we did in Iraq, what we’re doing in Afghanistan,

that’s the way the world is going to be. And those kind of wars—those difficult,

very close, personal kind of wars that I think we’re going to be fighting for

the next 2 decades—require a lot of specialized operations. One of the most

important aspects of Special Operations that people tend to overlook is the

training of foreign, indigenous fighters.

A lot of people think that spec ops folks do nothing but the black T-shirt,

wear-a-disguise clandestine stuff. But they are actually enormously skilled in

languages, in foreign cultures, in medicine, and most particularly in their

training abilities. They train a lot of the world’s military.  That’s one of

their primary missions. So if you look at what we call the world’s future

security environment—and I do look at it all the time—then you see that the

United States is going to require not only larger rapid-reaction forces like the

Marines, but it’s also going to require a fair amount of smaller spec ops. My

sense right now is that we’ve got the equation just about right between

conventional forces and Spec Ops.

MH: So how big are the Marines getting into the Spec Ops game?

Gen. Amos: We’ve jumped on board. We stood up our Special Operations command

five years ago, and we’ve got 2,600 Marines right now in Marine Special Ops. I

just added another 1,000. So we’re not doubling down on the investment, but

we’re putting another third down on top of what we’ve got.

MH: One of the major criticisms I hear about Spec Ops is that it dilutes each

service’s capabilities by skimming the cream off the top of regular military

units, which then lose their best men and women to the allegedly glamour jobs.

Gen. Amos: I can’t speak to the other services, but I can tell you that in our

case we’re still working on all aspects of that equation. Originally, when a

Marine volunteered for Marine Special Operations, our first idea was he’d go for

four years and then return to his regular unit. The whole concept of this is

that all those skills you acquire in Spec Ops, all that unique kind of handling

and training that you would get, you bring it back with you and integrate it

into your MOS [Marine Occupational Specialty]. It’s the concept of a rising tide

lifting all boats. That, of course, was the theory.

But the reality, we found that it takes about two years to train a Special

Operator. So now all of a sudden you’ve invested two years, you’ve culled him

from the herd, sent him in there, and he now has the confidence, the training,

and the experience to do a special job. So you have him for two more years of

Special Operations work, and then he returns to his unit. But we found that two

years of Special Operations work after two years of training is not the best

return on your investment.

So we moved it out to five years figuring, okay, that’s a better return on

investment. But what we’ve since discovered—and we are always innovating—is that

the reality is, the young men in MARSOC like it a lot, and they want to stay

there. It’s more than just ego; they really believe in what they’re doing. So

about two months ago we arrived at a compromise. Out of those 3,600 Marines in

MARSOC I mentioned, about 850 want to be what we call critical skill operators.

These are the guys—and in this case, we’re talking about all guys—who are

trained to do the stuff that you read about in novels. I don’t want to get into

their job description much deeper than that, but you get the idea. They also

need more, and longer, specialized training. So, these critical skill operators,

I’m going to leave them in MARSOC if they prefer to stay. The rest of our

Special Operators—those trained in intel, in logistics, in aviation, in

communications,

 those kinds of folk, they will continue to rotate out at the 5-year mark and

return to their Marine Corps units, or similar units. So those boats will rise.

But I want to emphasize, our MARSOC people are Marines first and Special

Operators second. I went down to our MARSOC Command, talked to all the

commanders, talked to every staff NCO, talked to every MARSOC Marine I could

find and told them I was embracing the Special Operations idea. But it is a

two-way street. And the second part is that they were never to forget that

they’ve got that globe-and-anchor on the left breast pocket of their cammies and

that piece of stitched bordered tape that says United States Marines. Don’t ever

forget that the only thing that makes you special is that you are a Marine who

just happens to being doing Special Operations. They get it.

MH: Every aspect of the Marine Corps that we are speaking about here today, from

leadership skills to teamwork to self-sacrifice to seizing initiative, can these

tenets by any means or manner be transferred and applied to the civilian world?

Gen. Amos: That’s ethereal in a sense. You look at the official list of the

Marine Corps’ “Leadership Principles and Traits” and they read like something

out of a college management textbook. In fact, I took all those management

courses in college. But the “M-Word,” management, is not in the Marine Corps

lexicon. It’s the “L-Word,” leadership. If a parent were to ask about the best

leadership school in the United States to send his child, I’d tell him the

Marine Corps.

What we do, hands on in the Corps, I don’t think it can be duplicated. The

leadership qualities a young man or a young woman learns during even a four-year

enlistment—the confidence in themselves, the ability to be able to make mature

decisions, the courage and willingness to do for others—are values that in some

cases people never learn in their entire life. And that will set the tone for

the way you live the rest of your life. We’re going to get you a Ph.D. in

leadership at the graduate level.

MH: I never thought I’d be sitting around comparing the United States Marine

Corps to a post-grad business school.

Gen. Amos: Very funny. But you want to talk physicality? Okay, you make clear to

your Men’s Health readers that when you enlist in the Marine Corps, you are

going to learn the limits of your body, both mentally and physically. You’ll

know what your breaking point is. Most people have never gotten to that point in

their lives until they reach a crisis. Marine boot camp and beyond is that

crisis—we take you to the edge of your limits.

Oh, yes sir, we’re going to get you physically fit. For the Marine Corps is

above all a physical organization. Every Marine works out every day—shoot, I was

down in the gym at 3:30 yesterday morning because I knew I had a full day’s

schedule and wouldn’t have time to get in a workout. You think you have physical

endurance? We’re going to push you well past what you think you have. We recruit

athletes, and make them better athletes.

When our recruiters go out to a college or high school football games, we look

for not only the smartest guys on the team—the quarterback, the blind-side

tackle—but also the toughest, the blocking fullback, the pulling guard. Those

are the guys we want. And we’re certainly not interested in the folks sitting up

in the stands watching. We go out and recruit athletes because what we do is

physical business. So there’s always a sense of reaching physical limitations as

well as mental limitations.

And then we teach you how you take care of one another. It’s easy to boss

somebody around. Get over here, private! It’s way more difficult to lead people,

to lead people in combat where they’re scared to death and yet they have to

perform magnificently. There’s no other leadership school that compares. The

greatest universities, the greatest business schools, pale in comparison.

But you asked about the civilian world? I can tell you this: When a man or a

woman comes out of the Marines, he or she has the confidence to know that they

can be and can do anything they want. It’s just the culture, the training, the

atmosphere of the Corps.

MH: You say that you don’t see Osama Bin Laden’s death affecting the Marine

Corp’s presence in Afghanistan. But it’s aftereffect on Al Qaeda in particular,

and global terrorist offshoot organizations in general, must have some impact on

your vision for the Corps’ future?

Gen. Amos: I think the vacuum at the top will affect Al Qaeda much more than us.

With the death of Bin Laden, I’d have to imagine that their leadership has

scattered and is becoming even more fragmented. And I imagine his death has a

rather negative effect on the Taliban foot soldiers—while they are losing ground

and influence in the mountains and deserts of Afghanistan, many of their senior

leaders are in hiding.

But as for the Marine presence in Afghanistan, we’re going to continue our

mission alongside our Afghan brothers, secure the villages and markets for the

people, and build the capacity of our Afghan partners until the President of the

United States tells us to go home.

I travel to Afghanistan often, and not long ago I spent time there and I tried

to talk to all 20,000 or so Marines stationed in-country. We didn’t get to them

all, I only got to speak to about 12,000 of them or so, but we flew up into some

desolate areas where these kids were living hard. They hadn’t had a hot meal or

a hot shower in two months. Yet through all this, there was the discipline. They

got up and shaved every day. They cut each other’s hair. You’ve never seen such

ugly haircuts in your life.

And I’d ask them, “How are you guys doing?”

And they’d say, “Sir, these are the happiest days of my life.”

That’s what I mean when I say that the Marine Corps imbues a sense of identity

in all its members that they will never, ever get anywhere else in life.

We’re happy that Bin Laden is gone. But your Marines got up the next day, put on

their rucksacks and grabbed their weapons, and headed out on another patrol to

continue their mission. Your Marines are pretty magnificent in that regard. They

are mostly 18- to 24-year-old young men and women upon whose shoulders we place

the responsibility of safeguarding America’s freedoms and security. I can’t tell

you how proud I am of their accomplishments. And I don’t expect that to change.

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Will Nobody

June 4th, 2011 Posted in The SandGram v1.0 | 1 Comment »

I asked what Memorial Day meant to folks and I received some awesome replies. I have to say that after some debate, “Will Nobody” really put a thought provoking statement up.

I’m nobody; I served as a Marine in Vietnam, but I didn’t do anything special. But I knew a man who did. He died this year, at age 98. A lot of his friends died a lot younger, in nowhere places with names like Tarawa, Guadalcanal, and Saipan. The government gave him a Navy Cross for doing “nothing” on Tarawa. I know it was nothing, because when you’d ask him, that’s what he’d tell you. And also that most of the “real” heroes didn’t come back; or didn’t come back ever the same. His name was Walt Fieguth; and he was my friend… and a real life hero. And in his honor, and with the greatest of respect, on Memorial Day… I’ll be doing “nothing”… Nobody

I really appreciate those of you who took the time to write something and post it here. It means a lot to me. Parker has been one of my oldest and closest friends who endured me in H.S., College and the Marines. Bridget and her Mom, plus Sammy D and Diane, some of our biggest supporters who take care of our guys while deployed with boxes of cookies and goodies Mike at Thor’s Hall, along with AW1 Tim and Joe for their great comments and blogs.

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Steel Jaw Scribe who put together a moving piece on You Tube if you have a chance to see this. Thanks again guys!!

Semper Fi,

Taco