Joined Dec 20 2010
72 years old
Two-year Regular 1966
Passed a draft physical in May 1966. Was told that
if I didn't enlist in 30 days that I'd be drafted into
the Army. Didn't want to be in the Army.
Went to the Marine recruiter. Found out that the Corps
had a two-year contract with a 120-day delay entry
and no active reserve meetings after the two years
The recruiter tried to talk me into the aviation guarantee
program. He said that if I went in for two that I'd
probably come home in a body bag. He also told me
that if I went for two that I'd definitely be a Grunt.
I asked what was so bad about the grunts and he
asked me if I wanted to sleep on the ground and eat
out of cans. I told the recruiter that I did that on weekends
At Parris Island (Oct-Dec 66) I passed all tests with flying
colors and attended the OCS lecture. I didn't seem to care
for the six-year active obligation at the time but did volunteer
to extend for an additional year for Armored because
I had heard that tanks had big V-8 engines in them.
The officer to whom I was talking said no way and I said
" Sir, no thanks Sir " and went back to another sweet
evening of the manual of arms with our footlockers
in the squadbay.
After eight weeks at Parris Island I became the recipient
of orders to NATTC Memphis and received the same aviation
"A" school training that all of the four-year aviation
After Mess duty and ITR at Camp Geiger and 20 days leave,
I reported to NATTC Memphis in mid-february 1967. Another 30
days mess duty preceded my Mech Fund and Hydraulics "A" school
and In September of 1967 I reported to VMGR 252 at Cherry
Point for 30 days grounds duty and three months on
Line support prior to being sent to El Toro 4 times for
specialized training on KC-130 F's for everything from
the props to arial refueling systems.
In the spring of 1968 I was all prepared to
go to Vietnam and probably be a door-gunner like
several of my friends had done with all of their massive
aviation gurantee training. The only problem for the Marine
corps was that I had less than six months to go and
turned down orders.
I turned down a promotion to Corporal and an $ 11, 000. 00
re-enlistment bonus to return home to my young wife and
my 1948 Doodge pickup truck. My Dad had already sold
the old Doodge and I have no idea where that young wife
Do I wish I'd have shipped over? Only a million times.