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It is a whole different world in the military. There are probably .1 % of gays in the infantry. It is rare. And if they are they are respectful and people around them are usually respectful. Socially accepted in a way they don't usually don't cry in infantry units complaining about one comment a fellow soldier makes. I remember this one time I was in a club and actually got hitted on by a gay infantry soldier from an infantry down the road lol. But he was respectful and could tell he approached cautiously. But women are a bit different. half are crazy and try to get everything free from the military while the other half are good. Its like a 50/50 with them. They will play good for awhile then out of nowhere play devils advocate if nothing is going there way. To me from my experience is not about the biological aspect or science of man and women. Its about the mentality. Females in the military are too over controlling even in the higher ups and try to push everybody else to do their duties. experienced it with a support company that took over our sector. Even supports units have a different mentality from combat arms. I remember this female 1SG would not listen to our chain of command while taking over our sector. She got people injured and killed. Her soldiers were untrained even in basic movement ops. Everytime we were out in sector we knew one of the vehicles would get hit everytime and we were right everytime. I got yelled at by a Female SGM just for showing the benefits of my holster. She said I was putting people around me in danger. We had females in our HHC only 2 serving as S1 clerk and mechanic, they were cool and we treated them close nobody had any problem with them because they also did the same. They were in the barracks with us too but nobody would ever hit on them. But they definitely weren't made for a combat role that is for sure.

Serrano,,,is a heavy duty bully. And uh yes captain, it IS broken. Buy a newspaper.

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You start out first by slinging unwarranted insults, and characterize Captain Waddell's assertions as vague, which they are not. I served under Captain Waddell in Sangin, and find it ironic that in discussing his line on losing the wars, you cast doubt on "the metrics on which the author bases his conclusion" less than one week after Sangin has fallen back under Taliban control. I know him personally and he is a man of moral as well as physical courage. At the very least, his points should be considered without being dismissed as juvenile, and frankly still cannot understand how you derived that insult. In addition, he never stated that our technology was defeated by geniuses, or "jihadi-MacGyver," as you put it, but that they enact strategies that in fact do not defeat our systems but instead defeat the logic of those systems, and and develop those strategies at a rapid pace.

Disagreeing with his proposed solutions is one thing, but if you ditched the snark and excuses in favor of the kind of soul-searching of Capt. Waddell, we might be at least a little closer to the common goal of a more effective force.

I understand what you're saying, and by the way thank you for your response. What you say makes a lot of sense, the only sticking point for me is that apparently these cases and classes aren't necessary if women aren't involved...and women aren't the only people attracted to men, gay and bisexual men are too. Even if gay men are banned, there will be closeted gay men in the infantry. Maybe it's the fear of being outed that causes them to control their impulses, but what it shows is that men "can" control their impulses. Unless gay men, for some biological reason, are better able to do that than straight men, and I'm not being flippant, there may be some biochemical difference that makes gay men less likely to be sexually aggressive than straight men. So ultimately what I'm wondering is how sexual harassment only occurs if women are present.

As a civilian you do not understand the position this career officer is in. Civilian and Military are 2 different worlds and apply different rules. You will never understand until you join the military and experience for yourself of how much time is spent doing Online classes with the platoon that could be used for job training. One SHARP case will affect everybody in the military. It impacts readiness of a unit due to all the training that is spent to supposedly combat Sexual Harrassment instead of conducting dry fire excersize like Mortar doing drills on their mortar systems or rifle squad running through room clearing excersizes in a bay.

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My father, Cpl Richard D Cameron, from the Avenues in San Francisco, was in the Marine Reserves, trained at Camp Pendleton and served in the Korean Conflict under Chesty Puller in the 1st Marines, 2nd Battalion, as part of the UN Forces.He was a mortar man in the infantry with Fox Company. He was in the landing at Inchon, served under Puller at Koto-ri in The Battle of Chosin Reservoir, during that long cold winter. I posted a lengthy note this morning. Please feel free to contact me, lots more stories!

Did you get to the museum? I'm afraid my dad would not do well there. We actually went to Washington DC to see that museum, but unfortunately it was during the week of the government shut down a couple of years ago and the museum was closed! Instead we got to see Annapolis, on the Navy's Birthday! We have a friend in the Navy who secretly arranged for him to meet the Admirals as they exited the Chapel on base. They actually talked to him for over a half hour! What a treat!

My father, Cpl Richard D Cameron, from the Avenues in San Francisco, was in the Marine Reserves, trained at Camp Pendleton and served in the Korean Conflict under Chesty Puller in the 1st Marines, 2nd Battalion, as part of the UN Forces.He was a mortar man in the infantry with Fox Company. He was in the landing at Inchon, served under Puller at Koto-ri in
The Battle of Chosin Reservoir, during that long cold winter.

His whole life has been spent reliving the battles, trying to 'save the men'. As he got older that was about all he would talk about. He would wander off and my husband had to go get him and carry him back home.

He used to attend the reunions of Fox Company with my Mom; they were organized by Joe Riley and held in Reno NV. I had the pleasure of speaking to Joe on the phone a few times, and Joe still faithfully sends us the flyers for the reunion even though my dad was too frail to go. Year by year there are less and less people to invite, but they are still going strong!

When they arrived in Korea, they immediately started marching across the country towards Chosin. He kept telling us what a beautiful country it was, how the people were farmers and it looked like 'biblical times', meaning that they were very primitive, living only in huts or small shacks.

He said that Col Puller led a forced march to rescue some stranded Marines, and said that rumor had it that Col Puller marched up and down the line at least 3 times encouraging them to keep on moving. It took 3 days of nonstop movement to get there. They did not have a lot of food, instead the got 'K" rations (amphetamines mixed up in some sort of canned food, not the regular 'C" rations. Thats why they were able to go 3 days non-stop. They did not have proper clothing nor protective equipment, only what they could carry, so when winter set in, they were almost doomed.

I finally got most details that amazingly coincide with the written accounts that I have been able to find about this Regiments activities during the Korean Conflict, especially during those days in November and December of 1950. My dad wound up going home on a hospital ship due to a strange illness with fevers, chills, loss of body weight; wonder if he had malaria? This same illness kept recurring over the years. I did find references to that in my research.

My parents had 6 children, and we grew up with the night mares. He almost strangled my mom several times in the middle of the night because he thought she was a 'gook' trying to kill him. He relayed that he had to dig trenches and climb over hundreds of bodies just to find a safe place to hide and hold their position and he thought he was there again. He would yell out at night when we were kids, and we would run in to find them on the floor with his hands around her neck, and we would wake him up and get him off of her. No serious injuries happened. I remember when I was 12, having to get the man down the street who happened to be a Marine who served with him to hold him down until he woke up. It was awful for both of them. My Aunt said my mother was the Angel who saved him after he got home.

My dad was a 4.2 mortar operator with Col. Puller's unit. He was in a unit that was hit hard and he joined up with other Marines during the retreat for a couple of days.He said that Col Puller saved their lives after they 'took the hill'.

One story he relayed was about one guy who liked to go it alone. He would sneak around, bump off the enemy and hold an area himself until the rest arrived to take over. One time he got stuck on a hill and ran out of ammunition. Under very heavy fire, my dad ran up that hill loaded down with ammunition and saved him. Can't recall that guys name, but he ran into him on a bus in San Francisco after returning from Korea. My dad was traveling with my mom somewhere, and by then she was wondering how much of his stories were true and which were possibly confabulated. Well, she believed them all after talking to that Marine!

During the retreat, he met up with Col Puller who was riding in a jeep. He said that men from many units were just wandering into each other and joining up, didn't matter which branch they served in by that point. There were a bunch of Army soldiers wandering around up the road and Col Puller ordered my dad to go up there to 'the fork in the road', gather up the rest of the Army soldiers and bring them back, 'do not allow anyone to continue on up the road under any circumstances". . They were afraid that the Chinese would capture them and get their location and details about where the rest of the Americans were in the area.

He had to rough up an Army Lt who was just sitting up against a rock with a 'wild eyed look on his face". That Lt told my dad he had arranged a surrender for his men and refused to move and go back with him. He had to threaten that Lt with his rifle and finally got him up on his feet where his own men grabbed him, tied up his hands and marched him back to the main area where Col Puller and the other command officers were working. My dad brought up the rear fearing he would be Court Martialed. When he met up with Col Puller again, he told him about it, and Col Puller just said 'Thank you' and sent him on his way! Imagine that! No one complained at all.

He also described finally arriving at the hospital ship after the battles were over. He was able to walk up the ramp where, before they boarded, they had to surrender their weapons. They took his rifle and began to usher him inside. He asked, don't you want my grenades?"

He was carrying over 20 grenades all over his body. Before they knew what happened he took the pins off one by one and threw them into the bay where they exploded without hurting anyone (thank God!). He said he did not want anyone else handling live grenades. Thats when he got in trouble, but because he was so sick, they never did anything about it. Guess he was sort of famous for using grenades because when he got back home to San Francisco, other Marines would yell out to him asking if he had one in his back pocket!

My grandmother did not hear from my dad until he got back to the Oakland Navy Hospital.
Half way through December, she saw a picture in the San Francisco newspaper (Chronicle or Examiner) showing someone loading mortars into the Mortar gun. It was my father and it was recently dated! His face was hard to see in that small photo, but he had a crooked index finger and that was the first thing she saw! The newspaper was kind enough to blow up the photo and send it to her, and sure enough, it was my Dad! He had a hollow look in his eyes and was very underweight, but he was alive!

Lots more stories where those came from but I have already hogged up the entire blog!