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Happy Birthday to the Marines.
This Day In Naval History - November 10
1775 - Congress votes to raise two battalions of Continental Marines, establishing the Marine Corps.
American Minute for November 10th:
"Doctor Livingstone, I presume," was the greeting NOVEMBER 10, 1871, by New York Herald newspaper reporter Henry Stanley as he met David Livingstone on the banks of Lake Tanganyika. Livingstone, an internationally known missionary in Africa, had not been heard from in years and rumor was he had died. Stanley, a skeptic, set out to find him and write a story. He described Dr. Livingstone as: "A man who is manifestly sustained as well as guided by influences from Heaven...The...enthusiasm...of his life comes, beyond question, from Christ. There must, therefore, be a Christ." Trying to end slavery, and discovering the Zambezi River and Victoria Falls, Livingstone was so loved by Africans that when he died in 1873 by Lake Bangweulu, his followers buried his heart in Africa before sending his body, packed in salt, back to England to be buried in Westminster Abbey. In his Missionary Travels and Researches in South Africa, 1857, Dr. David Livingstone wrote: "The perfect fullness with which the pardon of all our guilt is offered in God's Book, drew forth feelings of affectionate love to Him who bought us with His blood...A sense of deep obligation to Him for His mercy has influenced...my conduct ever since."
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Subject: USMC Birthday Toast
GENERAL WILSON'S BIRTHDAY TOAST
On the occasion marking the birthday of the US Marine Corps, 1978, onboard Camp LeJeune, and in the presence of several thousand Marines and their ladies, General Louis H. Wilson, CMC, arose to deliver his long awaited address to the troops. He approached the rostrum, nodded to the CG's (Base, FSSG and Division) and proceeded to explain to the captive masses that he would be short on words that night - then turned to his bride, took a glass and, amid absolutely DEAD SILENCE, offered this toast - and promptly SAT DOWN.
THE WONDERFUL LOVE OF A BEAUTIFUL MAID,
THE LOVE OF A STAUNCH TRUE MAN,
THE LOVE OF A BABY, UNAFRAID,
HAVE EXISTED SINCE TIME BEGAN.
BUT THE GREATEST OF LOVES,
THE QUINTESSENCE OF LOVES,
EVEN GREATER THAN THAT OF A MOTHER,
IS THE TENDER, PASSIONATE, INFINITE LOVE, OF ONE DRUNKEN MARINE FOR ANOTHER.
THE WHOOPIN AND HOLLERIN WENT ON FOR A GOOD TEN MINUTES
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND SEMPER FIDELIS
A tribute from a Navy Fighter pilot to the Marines
Gentlemen and Ladies,
On 10 November, our brethren in arms celebrate the birthday of the finest fighting force in the world, the United States Marine Corps. There are not words sufficient to describe the service this unique cadre of men and women, the Few, the Proud, the Marines, have sacrificially performed for our nation and for the people of nations throughout the world. Might a Navy pilot who is humbled by the presence of the Marines who have touched his life offer a thought for consideration: I firmly believe that to know one Marine is to know them all, for they are each born with the heart of a patriot, forged from American steel, honed into the sharpest weapon and driven by love of country and the spirit of all those who have preceded them on the field of combat to engage the enemy and to fight until victory is assured.
One such Marine was the youngest American to be awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor, Private First Class Jack Lucas, United States Marine Corps.
Jack Lucas was a cadet captain in military school when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. The next day, he promised his mother that he would come home after the war and finish his education if she would let him enlist. Rather than cause his mother to lie for him, though, he forged her signature on the consent form and convinced the Marine recruiters that he was seventeen. He turned fourteen shortly before leaving for Parris Island.
When his buddies were assigned to move out to Hawaii and further on to combat, he was ordered to remain at Parris Island and drill recruits because of his military school experience. He actually went AWOL and hopped onto the train with them. He joined the Marine Corps to fight and he was not going to be left behind. Upon arrival in Hawaii, he persuaded those in charge that a clerical error had been made causing him to end up on that base. He was subsequently almost discharged from the Corps when a censor read a letter to his girlfriend that revealed his actual age, fifteen by that time. His determination to remain a Marine was once again persuasive and he was assigned to drive a truck on base.
A year later, when a large number of troops were being ferried out to ships in Pearl Harbor heading into action, Jack Lucas stowed away on USS DEUEL.
AWOL once again, he effectively obscured himself from discovery until the ship was well out to sea and then turned himself in to avoid being thought of as a deserter. The Colonel elected to grant his wish for combat rather than punish him and this young Marine was on his way to destiny.
On 14 February 1945, Jack Lucas celebrated his seventeenth birthday as USS DEUEL approached Iwo Jima, and five days later he hit the beach with forty thousand other Marines. By midnight on 19 February, that fateful first day of combat, five thousand Marines had become casualties. When morning came, his unit destroyed a pillbox and then took cover in an escape trench where they were surprised by eleven Japanese soldiers. The Marines engaged the enemy at point-blank range and Jack Lucas killed one soldier before his rifle jammed. As he urgently worked to repair his weapon, he saw two grenades land near the Marine next to him. Instinctively, he dove down into the soft volcanic ash and covered the grenades with his own body. The first failed to go off, but the second exploded, inflicting extreme wounds as would be expected. His torso and face were ripped open by the blast and shrapnel. Internal injuries ejected blood from his nose and mouth.
A Marine from a following unit reached down to retrieve his dog tags for casualty identification and saw his hand move. Jack Lucas was given morphine, stretchered back to the beach and transferred to a hospital ship.
Doctors believed that he would not survive, but they continued to work on him, giving this young Marine a chance at life such as he had so sacrificially done for his buddies.
After twenty-two surgeries, he was discharged from the United States Marine Corps in September 1945, having seen the war through from the beginning to the surrender of the Japanese. On 5 October 1945, President Harry Truman bestowed the Medal of Honor upon Jack Lucas, the youngest recipient since the War Between the States. He honored his promise to his mother and returned to finish school, a ninth grader bearing the inverted star, suspended from an anchor attached to the blue ribbon with thirteen tiny white stars around his neck, the highest honor his proud nation could bestow.
Jack Lucas, United States Marine, was cited for extraordinary heroism above and beyond the call of duty on that day in the shadow of Mount Suribachi, but he would tell anyone who noted his courage that he was no different from any other Marine, as would the other twenty-five Medal of Honor recipients who fought a fierce and committed enemy in the hell that was Iwo Jima. But for opportunity and circumstance, I believe that any one of the thousands of Marines who endured the black volcanic ash that ran red with the blood of American fighting men would have qualified for The Medal.
Such is the nature of the Marine.
As a Navy brother who has faced the enemy in combat in the skies over North Vietnam, I will tell you that my war could never compare to that which our Marines have fought, are fighting today and will fight tomorrow. They are the very best, each and every one of them. Their courage is boundless, as is their commitment and dedication to the defense of liberty. If you know one Marine, you know them all. God bless the United States Marine Corps and God Bless AMERICA!.
Semper Fi, Marines!
Commander, United States Navy (ret)
Subject: Marines -- and our sense of humor
Now that you understand the VERY SERiOUS side of Marines and how special November 10th is with us, I thought I would share a story repeated by my wife, Angie, several years ago to her fellow employees and her friends.
When I received it, I passed it along to my fellow FTC employees. You need to know, regardless of how serious we Marines are, there is always a humorous side to us, especially when it gives us one up on the enemy --such was the case in the Fall of 1969.
You are now familiar with our history, our devotion to duty and our commitment to our Country. Many of us will be celebrating our Birthday at official functions of various units of the Corps literally all over the world. Always present at our celebrations is our Birthday Cake, and it is tradition that we all share.
Most on my email lists will not be so privileged, so please have a donut in celebration of this day and in recognition of our fantastic men and women of the Marine Corps serving us so well today. They are the finest we have.
Angie's story that I circulated to FTC employees ....... Lots of folks ate donuts this day!!!!!
My beautiful wife, Angie, sent this to her fellow employees over at the Office of Insular Affairs (Dept of Interior) today -- an appropriate message for the day, 10 November. I thought you would enjoy, and I hope you will all have a donut to celebrate the Marine Corps' 229th Birthday -- the Few, the Proud, the Marines.
Happy Birthday Marines & Glory to the Corps!
Here is what Angie had to say back in 2003 ........
"Tomorrow is Veterans Day. Today is the Marine Corps' Anniversary.....
As some of you know, my husband was a Prisoner of War in Hanoi for 6 years and 4 months. Ironically his shoot down date is Veteran's Day, November 11, 1966. So this is a big week for him.
In September 1969, after he had been there three very hard years (the early years were by far the worst) Ho Chi Minh died. Orson was at Son Tay with about 55 other men. One day in October he was called in for an interrogation... which he said was more of an "English lesson" for the interrogator as opposed to one of the beatings they received when Ho chi Minh was calling the shots. The interrogator began by bragging about his country and its 4,000 year history and belittling the USA... saying, "Your country is very young, it doesn't even have very many heroes or holidays."
Knowing that the Marine Corps birthday was coming up on November the 10, Orson began to spin a story.......
He pretended to take umbrage, saying... "No, no, no.... you are quite wrong... we have many holidays in our country, as a matter of fact, one is coming up very soon. There will be festivals and children will dress up in costumes and its very important to us." The interrogator became interested so Orson proceeded that it was called, "National Donut Day"...
Before you can really appreciate this you need a bit of background. Before Ho Chi Minh's death, the prisoners were practically starved to death. They were eating nothing but rice and swamp grass soup (as they call it) and sometimes pumpkin soup. Orson says they estimated that he went down to a
little as 120 pounds... and now he weighs at least 225. At shoot down he
was something like 195 and 6'2". So this is unbelievably thin. The men were hungry all the time. Very hungry. About twice a year they would get what they considered an incredible treat... it was nothing more than old French bread.. that had become hard and moldy, but the cooks would deep fry it and roll it in sugar and the prisoners called the result "sticky buns"
and to them it was mana from heaven....
So when explaining National Donut Day, Orson told his interrogator that "Donuts are a lot like your sticky buns... they are sweet bread, and on
National Donut Day everyone has one.... or more of them." Not sure what
the outcome might be, Orson was sent back to his cell, where he immediately started tapping through the wall to all the other POWs saying..."Hey guys, you gotta back me up. I just invented a new holiday and if they find out I was pulling their leg, there will be hell to pay -- tell all the guards that National Donut Day is on November 10 -- don't let me down! Pass it
on!" A few weeks went by, and to everyone's great surprise, on November
10 the prisoners at Son Tay prison --- known for being one of the worst ---and also for the failed rescue attempt -- were served sticky buns and
-- Orson was the hero of the day!
Orson had forgotten all about this story, and I had never heard it, but in March 2003, a fellow POW, Bob Stirm, an Air Force Col was interviewed in a San Francisco paper (article is attached below) and in it he described the origin of National Donut Day.
So, come down to 4312 right now, and have a donut to help me and Orson celebrate the Marine Corps Birthday! And Happy Veteran's Day!"
Quote by Eleanor Roosevelt
"The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps!"
Quote by Ronald Reagan
Some people wonder all their lives if they've made a difference. The Marines don't have that problem
"No arsenal, no weapon in the arsenals of the world, is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women."--Ronald Reagan
"I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast; for I intend to go in harm's way." --John Paul Jones
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling, which thinks that nothing is worth war, is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.--John Stuart Mill
"Don't tell people how to do things, tell them what to do and let them surprise you with their results."--George S. Patton "The establishment of... Liberty was the Motive which induced me to the Field... it now remains to be my earnest wish and prayer, that the Citizens... make a wise and virtuous use of the blessings placed before them."—George Washington "A Constitution of Government once changed from Freedom, can never be restored. Liberty, once lost, is lost forever."--John Adams Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you, Jesus Christ and the American GI. One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.
The Last Six Seconds
This is a remarkable talk given by General Kelly 4 days after his Marine son was killed (during his third tour) about what it takes to be a Marine. It's a great read. I have a great deal of respect for General Kelly. He is quite a man.
If you'd like to know more about Trump's pick for Homeland Security [now Chief of Staff], USMC Gen. John Kelly, please read the speech that he gave just 4 days after he lost his son in combat. One can hardly conceive of the enormous grief held quietly within General Kelly as he spoke.
"The Last Six Seconds"
On Nov 13, 2010, Lt General John Kelly, USMC, gave a speech to the Semper Fi Society of St. Louis , MO. This was four days after his son, Lt Robert Kelly, USMC, was killed by an IED while on his 3rd Combat tour. During his speech, General Kelly spoke about the dedication and valor of our young men and women who step forward each and every day to protect us.
During the speech, he never mentioned the loss of his own son. He closed the speech with the moving account of the last six seconds in the lives of two young Marines who died with rifles blazing to protect their brother Marines.
"I will leave you with a story about the kind of people they are, about the quality of the steel in their backs, about the kind of dedication they bring to our country while they serve in uniform and forever after as veterans. Two years ago when I was the Commander of all U.S. and Iraqi forces, in fact, the 22 ND of April 2008, two Marine infantry battalions, 1/9 "The Walking Dead," and 2/8 were switching out in Ramadi. One battalion in the closing days of their deployment going home very soon, the other just starting its seven-month combat tour. Two Marines, Corporal Jonathan Yale and Lance
Corporal Jordan Haerter, 22 and 20 years old respectively, one from each battalion, were assuming the watch together at the entrance gateof an outpost that contained a makeshift barracks housing 50 Marines.
The same broken down ramshackle building was also home to 100 Iraqi police, also my men and our allies in the fight against the terrorists in Ramadi, a city until recently the most dangerous city on earth and owned by Al Qaeda. Yale was a dirt poor mixed-race kid from Virginia with a wife and daughter, and a mother and sister who lived with him and whom he supported as well. He did this on a yearly salary of less than $23,000.
Haerter, on the other hand, was a middle class white kid from Long Island . They were from two completely different worlds. Had they not joined the Marines they would never have met each other, or understood that multiple America 's exist simultaneously depending on one's race, education level, economic status, and where you might have been born. But they were Marines, combat Marines, forged in the same crucible of Marine training, and because of this bond they were brothers as close, or closer, than if they were born of the same woman.
The mission orders they received from the sergeant squad leader I am sure went something like, "Okay you two clowns, stand this post and let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass. You clear?"
I am also sure Yale and Haerter then rolled their eyes and said in unison something like, "Yes Sergeant," with just enough attitude that made the point without saying the words, "No kidding, we know what we're doing." They then relieved two other Marines on watch and took up their post at the entry control point of Joint Security Station Nasser, in the Sophia section of Ramadi, Al Anbar, Iraq .
A few minutes later a large blue truck turned down the alley way - 60-70 yards in length, and sped its way through the serpentine of concrete jersey walls. The truck stopped just short of where the two were posted and detonated, killing them both catastrophically Twenty-four brick masonry houses were damaged or destroyed. A mosque 100 yards away collapsed. The truck's engine came to rest two hundred yards away knocking most of a house down before it stopped. Our explosive experts reckoned the blast was made of 2,000 pounds of explosives. Two died, and because these two young infantrymen didn't have it in their DNA to run from danger, they saved 150 of their Iraqi and American brothers-in-arms.
When I read the situation report about the incident a few hours after it happened I called the regimental commander for details as something about this struck me as different. Marines dying or being seriously wounded is commonplace in combat. We expect Marines regardless of rank or MOS to stand their ground and do their duty, and even die in the process, if that is what the mission takes. But this just seemed different. The regimental commander had just returned from the site and he agreed, but reported that there were no American witnesses to the event - just Iraqi police. I figured if there was any chance of finding out what actually happened and then to decorate the two Marines to acknowledge their bravery, I'd have to do it as a combat award that requires two eye-witnesses and we figured the bureaucrats back in Washington would never buy Iraqi statements. If it had any chance at all, it had to come under the signature of a generai officer.
I traveled to Ramadi the next day and spoke individually to a half-dozen Iraqi police all of whom told the same story. The blue truck turned down into the alley and immediately sped up as it made its way through the serpentine. They all said, "We knew immediately what was going on as soon as the two Marines began firing." The Iraqi police then related that some of them also fired, and then to a man, ran for safety just prior to the explosion. All survived. Many were injured, some seriously. One of the Iraqis elaborated and with tears welling up said, "They'd run like any normal man would to save his life." "What he didn't know until then," he said, "And what he learned that very instant, was that Marines are not normal."
Choking past the emotion he said, "Sir, in the name of God, no sane man would have stood there and done what they did. No sane man. They saved us all."
What we didn't know at the time, and only learned a couple of days later after I wrote a summary and submitted both Yale and Haerter for posthumous Navy Crosses, was that one of our security cameras, damaged initially in the blast, recorded some of the suicide attack. It happened exactly as the Iraqis had described it. It took exactly six seconds from when the truck entered the alley until it detonated.
You can watch the last six seconds of their young lives. Putting myself in their heads I supposed it took about a second for the two Marines to separately come to the same conclusion about what was going on once the truck came into their view at the far end of the alley.
Exactly no time to talk it over, or call the sergeant to ask what they should do. Only enough time to take half an instant and think about what the sergeant told them to do only a few minutes before, "Let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass." The two Marines had about five seconds left to live.
It took maybe another two seconds for them to present their weapons, take aim, and open up. By this time the truck was half-way through the barriers and gaining speed the whole time. Here, the recording shows a number of Iraqi police, some of whom had fired their AKs, now scattering like the normal and rational men they were - some running right past the Marines. They had three seconds left to live.
For about two seconds more, the recording shows the Marines' weapons firing non-stop the truck's windshield exploding into shards of glass as their rounds take it apart and tore in to the body of the ( I deleted) who is trying to get past them to kill their brothers -American and Iraqi-bedded down in the barracks totally unaware of the fact that their lives at that moment depended entirely on two Marines standing their ground.
If they had been aware, they would have known they were safe because two Marines stood between them and a crazed suicide bomber. The recording shows the truck careening to a stop immediately in front of the two Marines. In all of the instantaneous violence Yale and Haerter never hesitated. By all reports and by the recording, they never stepped back. They never even started to step aside. They never even shifted their weight. With their feet spread shoulder width apart, they leaned into the danger, firing as fast as they could work their weapons. They had only one second left to live.
The truck explodes. The camera goes blank. Two young men go to their God. Six seconds. Not enough time to think about their families, their country, their flag, or about their lives or their deaths, but more than enough time for two very brave young men to do their duty into eternity. That is the kind of people who are on watch all over the world
We Marines believe that God gave America the greatest gift he could bestow to man while he lived on this earth - freedom. We also believe he gave us another gift nearly as precious - our soldiers, sailors, airmen, U S Customs and Border Patrol, Coast Guardsmen, and Marines -to safeguard that gift and guarantee no force on this earth can ever steal it away.
It has been my distinct honor to have been with you here today. Rest assured our America, this experiment in democracy started over two centuries ago, will forever remain the "land of the free and home of the brave" so long as we never run out of tough young Americans who are willing to look beyond their own self-interest and comfortable lives, and go into the darkest and most dangerous places on earth to hunt down, and kill, those who would do us harm.
God Bless America and SEMPER FIDELIS!"
IT WOULD BE NICE (GREAT!) TO SEE the message spread if more would pass
it on Semper Fi, God Bless America and God Bless the United States
Marine Corps. Often Tested, Always Faithful, Brothers Forever.
"No Better Friend, No Worse Enemy, Than A United States Marine,