Remember When?

Everyone was issued dress blues.

You kept your rifle in the barracks.

Your 782 gear did not wear out.

Mess halls were mess halls (NOT dining facilities).

No vandalism wrecked the barracks.

Everyone was a Marine and his ethnic background was unimportant.

We had heroes.

Chaplains didn't teach leadership to the experts.

Getting high meant getting drunk.

Beer was 25 cents at the slopchute.

Skivvies had tie-ties.

We starched our khakis and looked like hell after sitting down the first time.

We wore the short green jacket with the winter uniform.

We wore Sam Browne belts and sharpened one edge of the buckle for the bad fights.

We kept our packs made up and hanging on the edge of the rack.

We spit shined shoes.

Brownbaggers' first concern was the Marine Corps.

Generals cussed.

Generals paid more attention to the Marine Corps than to politics.

UA meant being a few minutes late from a great liberty, and only happened once per career.

Brigs were truly "correctional" facilities.

Sergeants were gods.

The tips of the index and middle fingers of one hand were constantly black from Kiwi shoe polish.

We scrubbed the wooden decks of the barracks with creosol.

We had wooden barracks.

Privates made less than $100.00 a month.

Privates always had money.

You weren't transported to war by Trans World or Pan American airlines.

Barracks violence was a fight between two buddies who were buddies when it was over.

Larceny was a civilian crime.

Every trooper had all his gear.

Marines had more uniforms than civilian clothes.

Country and western music did not start race riots in the clubs.

We had no race riots because we had no recognition of races.

Marine Corps birthdays were celebrated on 10 November no matter what day of  the week it may have been (except Sunday).

Support units supported.

The supply tail did not wag the maintenance dog.

The 734 form was the only supply document.

You did your own laundry, including ironing.

You aired bedding.

Daily police of outside areas was held although they were always clean.

Field stripping of cigarette butts was required.

Everyone helped at field day.

A tour as Duty NCO was an honor.

Everyone got up a reveille.

We had bugle calls.

Movies were free.

PX items were bargains.

Parking was the least of problems because troops couldn't afford cars.

You weren't married unless you could afford it.

Courts-martial orders were read in battalion formations.

A bum didn't have a BCD awarded more than once or twice before he actually got it.

We had the "Rocks and Shoals."

Courts-martial were a rarity.

Marines receiving BCDs were drummed out the gate.

NCOs and officers were not required to be psychologists.

The mission was the most important thing.

Marines could shoot

Marines had a decent rifle.

The BAR was the mainstay of the fire team.

Machine gunnery was an art.

Maggie's drawers meant a miss and was considered demeaning as hell to the dignity of the shooter.

Carbide lamps blackened sights.

We wore leggings and herringbone utilities.

We had machine gun carts.

We mixed target paste in the butts.

We had to take and pass promotion tests.

We really had equal opportunity.

Sickbays gave APCs for all ailments.

We had short-arm inspections.

The flame tank was in the arsenal of weapons.

We had unit parties overseas with warm beer and no drugs.

Marines got haircuts.

Non-judicial punishment was non-judicial.

The squad bay rich guy was the only one with a radio.

If a Marine couldn't make it on a hike, his buddies carried his gear and helped him stumble along so that he wouldn't have to fall out.

The base legal section was one or two clerks and a lawyer.

We had oval dog tags.

Marine wore dog tags all the time.

We spit shined shoes and BRUSH shined boots.

We wore boondockers.

We starched field scarves.

We worked a five and one half day week.

Everyone attended unit parties.

In the field we used straddle trenches instead of "Porta-Potties."

Hitch-hiking was an offense.

We used Morse Code for difficult transmissions.

The oil burning tent stove was the center of social activity in the tent.

We had unit mail call.

We carried swagger sticks.

We had Chesty Puller.

Greater privileges for NCOs were not a "right."

EM Clubs were where you felt at home...and safe.

We sailed on troop ships and we rode troop trains.

Sentries had some authority.

Warrant Officers were not in their teens.

Mess hall "Southern cooking" was not called "soul food."

Marines went to chapel on Sundays.

Weekend liberty to a distant place was a rarity.

The color of a Marine's skin was of no consequence.

The Marine Corps was a big team made up of thousands of little teams.

We debarked from ship by means of nets over the side, landed in LCVPs and always got wet.

We had platoon virgins.

We had parades.
 

We had pride.
We had Esprit de Corps.