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To: sandintoes who wrote (6182)4/14/2017 8:05:57 PM
From: sandintoes
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Well duh put it on the same board..meant to go on the Git thread..
I was just reviewing the names on the board..that's a lot of sacrifice for out country.

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From: TimF7/3/2017 2:47:32 PM
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With the Old Breed
by Richard Reinsch
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I’ve been reading With the Old Breed, Eugene Sledge’s classic account of his experiences in the battles of Peleliu and Okinawa. Many have come to know his story from the successful 2010 HBO Series The Pacific that relied in part on his diary of these two battles. Sledge enlisted for the duration of the war +6 months in 1943 and, owing to his intelligence, was part of a military training program at Georgia Tech. There he could have earned his degree and joined the war effort in a highly skilled position of some kind, remote perhaps from actual fighting. However, he withdrew from the program, as many of his fellow classmates did, and joined the Marines to fight as a rifleman. And so he did. The narrative “Sledgehammer” provides is compelling, horrific, and fascinating. A member of the famous 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines, he describes the landing on Peleliu:
Huge geysers of water rose around the amtracs ahead of us as they approached the reef. The beach was now marked along its length by a continuous sheet of flame backed by a thick wall of smoke. It seemed as though a huge volcano had erupted from the sea, and rather than heading for an island, we were being drawn into the vortex of a flaming abyss. For many it was to be oblivion.
The accounts of the island battles are appalling. There is little redeeming value, Sledge concludes, from these sojourns into hell. But the “Old Breed” must abide, he says.

And who are the Old Breed for Sledge? At one level, this was simply the nickname given to the First Marine Division that had served in the earliest engagements of the Pacific campaign at Guadalcanal and Cape Gloucester. That much is true. Their lineage is great, stretching back to World War I. Sledge is proud of being a part of this unit of men, and it comes blaring through the text. No punches are pulled in his description of the fighting.

In particular, the chapter “Of Mud and Maggots,” that details the final push on Okinawa amidst driving rains, knee-deep mud, maggots on rotting Japanese and American corpses, is brutal to read. Sledge recounts that on one occasion the rain fell viciously, and he saw a dead Marine, half-submerged in water. Rain drops danced around him (it being too dangerous to remove corpses from the field as Japanese soldiers would shoot stretcher-bearers, among other tricks.) In that moment, Sledge recalls his boyhood in Mobile, AL. There he remembered watching the bullfrogs jump with the splashes of water from the falling showers. Every man, he tells us, had to survive with his imagination or face insanity.

The Old Breed for Sledge is a paean to what has gone before him, to that which exceeds him. He is there to play his part, to serve with courage. One could have been swallowed up in the “chamber of horrors,” but he places himself within a web of honor that he did not make, even though his service seems utterly damned. The notion is exemplified in “Haney” who fought in WWI and reenlisted, serving in a preparation phase with Sledge. Here, he made a lasting impression on our protagonist because he refused to compromise on any matter of training. After serving with incredible bravery at Guadalcanal, Haney had to be carried from fighting at Peleliu. He had endured too much and could fight no more. No one questions Haney’s retreat, even the Old Breed are “born of a woman,” Sledge tells us.

Sledge is at turns bitter at his training officers in boot camp and in later preparatory phases. Camp was humiliating and physically exhaustive. Failure at a task led to a visit from the screaming instructor. You operated without requisite sleep. However, in a footnote he criticizes those who now critique the Marines for being too extreme, too inhumane in their training. Sledge knows that in the mud of combat, the discipline and the supports such training gives your will are all that a Marine possesses. It comforted him, he reports, that the man in his foxhole, and in surrounding foxholes, had received the same treatment.

So, we have a display of gratitude, piety even for a tradition that allowed men from a democratic society to best the Imperial Japanese forces on a field of their own choosing. Indeed, it was the Japanese refusal to surrender that made each battle a war of attrition. Failure was not an option; and, Sledge reports that prisoners were rarely taken, by the Marines, that is.

Sledge, I think, is the classic Southerner, he is a Christian Stoic in the War. Born in the early 20s, obviously he sits between two eras of South. He would return from the War and be a part of the rising new South. However, Sledge’s account of war is divorced from civic theology or any boosterism for the “Good War.” Rather, he was a young man who knew that America needed men like him to fight. He was merely responding to the crush of reality as it fell on his country. Sledge played his part, greatly sacrificial, and he did not seek vindication, only to tell the story of the Old Breed, of duty and holding on to something truer and more beautiful than war, even though fighting and killing had to be done. This Memorial Day 2013, after two inconclusive wars, we might recall Sledge and his Old Breed, the men he loved, as an example of those America must be able to call upon when then are no good options left.

Editor’s note: This essay was originally posted on Memorial Day 2013.

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To: goldworldnet who wrote (6150)9/1/2017 1:29:15 PM
From: ManyMoose
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Wow, Josh! That's a wonderful thing you are doing. I was surprised to see my name several times, even though I'm not a veteran. I'm proud of my family who are veterans, with one exception.

If you don't mind, please remove the entry for my son-in-law, soon to be an ex. He has been nothing but a world-class jerk.

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To: ManyMoose who wrote (6185)9/1/2017 4:52:45 PM
From: goldworldnet
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Thanks Moose, "ROLLCALL 2017" is here was posted Jan. 2017 and will be updated again Jan. 2018.

Message 30913183

I've added your request for the next update. Anyone else can also post or PM their additions or requests to me for the next update.

Hope you are doing well,

Josh

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From: TimF9/26/2017 4:17:11 PM
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Marine Aviation Deaths Are Six Times Navy’s
By Sydney J. Freedberg Jr. on September 25, 2017





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To: goldworldnet who wrote (6186)1/19/2018 10:49:02 AM
From: PineValley
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The Warrior Song



Bernie Pershey - Marching Snare Drums Justin Sullivan - Loop Programming Sean Hurwitz - Guitars Sean Householder - Vocals, Keyboards, Production


I've got the reach and the teeth of a killing machine with the need to bleed you when the light goes green, best believe, I'm in a zone to be, from my Yin to my Yang to my Yang Tze. Put a grin on my chin, come to me, 'cuz I'll win, I'm a one-of-a-kind and I'll bring death to the place you're about to be: another river of blood runnin' under my feet. Forged in a fire lit long ago, stand next to me, you'll never stand alone. I'm last to leave, but the first to go, Lord, make me dead before you make me old. I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights: aim with the hand, shoot with the mind, kill with a heart like arctic ice


I am a soldier and I'm marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song.


I bask in the glow of the rising war, lay waste to the ground of the enemy shore, wade through the blood spilled on the floor, and if another one stands I'll kill some more. Bullet in the breech and a fire in me, like a cigarette thrown to gasoline, if death don't bring you fear I swear, you'll fear these marching feet. Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be, in the maw with the jaws and the razor teeth, where the brimstone burns and the angel weeps. Call to the gods if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs like a body bag; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast.


I am a soldier and I'm marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song. My eyes are steel and my gaze is long, I am a warrior and this is my song.


Now I live lean and I mean to inflict the grief, and the least of me's still out of your reach. The killing machine's gonna do the deed, until the river runs dry and my last breath leaves. Chin in the air with a head held high, I'll stand in the path of the enemy line. Feel no fear, know my pride: for God and Country I'll end your life.


I am a soldier and I'm marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song. My eyes are steel and my gaze is long, I am a warrior and this is my song.

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To: PineValley who wrote (6188)2/1/2018 9:18:18 AM
From: PineValley
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Josh,

I posted the wrong Warrior Song to your board, Sean Householder has written one for each branch of the service

bigdawg.media

Here is the one for the Corps:


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From: TimF3/27/2018 1:32:22 PM
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The Military Deliberately Excludes ‘the Lowest of Our Low’
By Jason Richwine
March 22, 2018

Gregory Salcido, the California teacher who called members of the military “the lowest of our low,” has been fired. Unfortunately, the outrage Salcido generated by touching a sacred cow has distracted from the fact that he is objectively wrong. Let’s look again at what he said:
Think about the people who you know are over there [in war zones] — your frickin’ stupid Uncle Louie or whatever. They’re dumb sh**s. They’re not like high-level thinkers, they’re not academic people, they’re not intellectual people; they’re the frickin’ lowest of our low. Not morally. You know I’m not saying they make bad moral decisions. They’re not talented people. . . . The data is in. We don’t have a good military.
This is simple to refute. People who want to join the military must take the Armed Forces Qualification Test (AFQT), which measures math and verbal skills. The AFQT has been normed against the general population of American young people. By rule, virtually no one who scores below the 31st percentile is allowed to enlist. In other words, far from being dominated by people who are the “lowest of our low” academically, the military deliberately excludes them.

CNA, on behalf of the Defense department, has published lots of AFQT data for those who are interested. For example, 75 percent of enlistees score in the top 50 percent on the AFQT, and the fraction of enlistees who score in the very top AFQT category (6.5 percent) is close to the fraction in the general population (7.9 percent).

I don’t want to see a teacher fired for criticizing the military. It strikes me as a kind of reverse political correctness, with conservatives encouraging the witch hunt this time around. In particular, the school-board president’s claim that Salcido had “bullied” and “intimidated” people is ridiculous. Had he made the same inaccurate comments about, say, plumbers, it would probably never have become a news story. Nevertheless, Salcido’s defense that he was merely encouraging his students to go to college rather than the military is not a good one. He made false statements to his students about their career choices, and he should retract them.

nationalreview.com

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From: kokoro334/17/2018 3:34:38 AM
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Rest In Peace

R. Lee Ermey

The Real Deal

In 1961, at age 17, Ermey enlisted in the United States Marine Corps and went through recruit training at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego in San Diego, California.[2] For his first few years, he served in the aviation support field before becoming a drill instructor in India Company, 3rd Recruit Training Battalion, at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego, where he was assigned from 1965 to 1967.[4]

Ermey was cast in his first film while attending the University of Manila in the Philippines, using his G.I. Bill benefits.[7] He played a First Air Cavalry chopper pilot in Apocalypse Now,[8] doubling as a technical advisor to director Francis Ford Coppola

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From: Neeka6/7/2018 1:36:57 PM
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If You Ever See A Quarter Resting On Top Of A Grave Stone, Don’t Touch It !


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