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By Walter McTernan

Last night I was a guest at a Marine Night hosted by the J-3 of USF-I, MGen Steve Hummer, USMC.  As part of the evening's festivities he promoted a Marine SSgt.

Repeat

December 2, 2011
By Walter McTernan

Recently I got re-connected with an old college and Marine Corps buddy after a 28 year break in comm’s.  He was one of my best friends at The Citadel and in the Marine Corps afterwards.  I was delighted to hear that his son is a recently promoted (meritoriously) 0341 (Mortarman) Corporal of Marines on active duty.  As an old 0302, I got to reflecting on that marvelous weapon, the mortar.

“The Baker and the Pimp”

November 18, 2011
By Walter McTernan

Back in 1974-5 I served my first of three tours of duty as a member of the famed 3d Marine Division, based on Okinawa, Japan.  I served all of two of those tours and part of the third at Camp Schwab, aka “Schwabu-by-the-sea”, the northernmost of the major Marine base camps located on “The Rock.”  During my first 3d MarDiv tour on Okinawa, I had the early misfortune of being assigned as a battalion S-1 – the only assignment I ever held in my career in the Corps that I really hated (I learned a lot, but had no fun at it).  Still a seco

Animal Tales (not Tails)

November 4, 2011
By Walter McTernan

This story of wild animals does not refer to wild happy hours at posts and stations of The Corps (many of which I remember fondly) or Marines on liberty in exotic foreign ports of call.  It refers to the four-legged or no-legged fauna resident onboard our bases.  Other than the sand flea and the mosquito, I like most animals and animal stories.

By Walter McTernan

I am a lifelong student of both language and military affairs.  They are not necessarily mutually related topics of interest, but neither are they necessarily mutually exclusive.  Military life is so rich, full and dynamic that it creates a lexicon all of its own, words that often eventually disseminate into the everyday language of the people at large, with such words often losing their military origins in the process of evolution.  Such could be happening here in Iraq in the latter first decade of the 21st Century.

Say, Marine, Got a Light?

October 14, 2011
By Walter McTernan

During Operation Desert Storm’s fortunately short duration ground campaign, I had the opportunity to take a small patrol into Kuwait, following in trace of the ground combat elements as they liberated that occupied country from the Iraqis.  I was the G-2 of the 3d MAW, I MEF.  At that time it was not known whether the Coalition would press “On to Baghdad” or hold the line at the Kuwaiti – Iraqi border.

Sea Sickness and BASCOLEX

September 23, 2011
By Walter McTernan

The other night I finally figured out my I-Pod well enough to listen to some tunes to lull me to sleep.  I listened to one by famed Canadian folk-rock singer Gordon Lightfoot, who has put a lot of good songs on the air over the years, though I haven’t heard any new material of his recently.  My favorite of his songs is “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald,” a ballad about a maritime tragedy that occurred on Lake Superior in 1971 in which the ship of that name and all hands were lost at sea, er lake, in a savage gale.  One line of the lyrics is “…and the gales of November come

By Walter McTernan

From 1987-9 I served as one of the Intelligence Field (OccFld 02) “Occupational Field Sponsors” in the HQMC Intel Management Branch, formerly known as INTM.  Due to two personnel reductions in the HQMC staff under legendary Marine and then-CMC, Gen. Alfred M. Gray, Jr.  USMC (Ret).

By Walter McTernan

In 2006 I spent a few months on assignment in Kabul, working at a training facility outside the city, but commuting from a compound in the capital.  We rode to and from work every day in an armored SUV (useful in Kabuli traffic) and always went to and from in our flak jackets, armed with M-4’s and Glocks.  One of the guys was an inveterate “tourist” who never went anywhere without a camera.  This guy wanted to snap photos of everyone and everything.

By Walter McTernan

This sea story is about an unusual experience as a battalion duty officer back in 1974-5 in the 3d Marine Division on Okinawa, Japan.  I served all of two of  tours and part of a third at Camp Schwab, aka “Schwabu-by-the-sea”, the northernmost of the major Marine base camps located on “The Rock.”  During my first 3d MarDiv tour on Okinawa, I got saddled with being the battalion officer of the day (OOD) at least twice a month.  At Camp Schwab back in those wild n’ wooly days, that was often a memorable experience, if not an enjoyable one.  The below-describe