Category Archives: Marine Corps

A Little Help Is Always Nice

I’ve moved thirty-eight times.  My father was a Marine; I was a Marine and the PSMO (Pack Shit, Move Out) evolution is part of that life.  It’s a hassle, but a little help makes it easier. My eleventh move, from a Spanish colonial house … Continue reading

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Movement is a sign of life

Just moved again. Thirty-eight times so far. I have opened Christmas presents in thirteen states from an island off the coast of Maine to Oahu in the Hawaiian chain, on the isthmus of Panama. and a mountain in the Andes. … Continue reading

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Didn’t Ask, Didn’t Tell

Back in the mid-Eighties when the former host of Death Valley Days served as the commander-in-chief, I was the executive officer of a Marine company deployed in the Caribbean. We were de-snailed and ready to return to Camp Lejeune when … Continue reading

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Sherman Was Right

Uncle Billy nailed it. War is hell. All that energized metal can really jack you up. Put you in a gallon-sized body bag. Put you in a wheelchair. Put your head in a scary place. It’s a bad thing to … Continue reading

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Every day’s a holiday

When I’m in line at the post office here in Lavonia, Georgia I listen to how people respond when the clerk at the counter asks how they’re doing.  “My check is late.” “Stamps are too high.” “It’s too hot.” “It’s … Continue reading

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