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Oh, man! I was sent to Okinawa at about the time that was happening. Because our unit had just formed, we didn't go and the battalion on float was handed that duty. They came back to The Rock afterwards so I was probably at the same base as your hubby while he was there. What unit was he in at the time? I was in Kilo company, Third Battalion, 4th Marines.
From my vague memory, the operation was a success, but was costly for our Marines.
Robert had a stroke several years ago and his memory is somewhat impaired. His unit was VMGR - something. Either 153, 152 or 351 - he is VERY upset with me that he can't remember those numbers. It was a C-130 outfit.
His dad was a medivac pilot in Vietnam. They pulled him out of a chopper and put him in an air traffic control tower - they were afraid that he would get himself killed taking crazy chances - he would not leave until all of the wounded had been loaded, no matter what kind of fire he was drawing.
My Dad was in the South Pacific during WWII. He was in the SeaBees and made the landing on Iwo Jima. There was some sort of snafu and the SeaBees were sent in on the third wave rather than after the beach was actually secure. He lost his best friend on that beach. They had been friends since childhood and Dad is the one that talked his friend into enlisting. Dad was only 17. He transferred into the Army and got a purple heart for some schrapnel injuries in the Korean conflict. He was supposed to go to Vietnam with the first wave of "observers," but he became ill and the Army discharged him.
One of my brothers-in-law was in Ryadh during the gulf war. He was standing at the window to his room when the scud missile hit the barracks there. His window was shattered and his face was cut to ribbons. He healed with barely a scar.
His wife and my other brother-in-law also served in the military.
My paternal grandfather was a pilot in WWI. He came back and became a barnstormer and ran off with my grandmother. Her family were southern "aristocrats" and never forgave her.
My maternal grandfather was an aide de camp for Teddy Roosevelt during the Spanish American war. He was there during the "charge up San Juan Hill." Actually, the charge never really took place. Seems they forgot the horses...
you certainly have a family of veterans who have served through many years.
I am going to have to do some reading about Teddy Roosevelt's "charge up San Juan Hill" to see if I can find more information. Isn't it interesting how we have heard about something all our lives and then find out there is some fiction to the story?
Hope you can find some information about your husband's unit, to ease his frustration over his inability to recall the precise unit number. Do any of his family have any correspondence from him during his time in the military that might have the unit number written on the envelope?
Oh, man! I was sent to Okinawa at about the time that was happening. Because our unit had just formed, we didn't go and the battalion on float was handed that duty. They came back to The Rock afterwards so I was probably at the same base as your hubby while he was there. What unit was he in at the time? I was in Kilo company, Third Battalion, 4th Marines.
From my vague memory, the operation was a success, but was costly for our Marines.
Robert had a stroke several years ago and his memory is somewhat impaired. His unit was VMGR - something. Either 153, 152 or 351 - he is VERY upset with me that he can't remember those numbers. It was a C-130 outfit.
His dad was a medivac pilot in Vietnam. They pulled him out of a chopper and put him in an air traffic control tower - they were afraid that he would get himself killed taking crazy chances - he would not leave until all of the wounded had been loaded, no matter what kind of fire he was drawing.
My Dad was in the South Pacific during WWII. He was in the SeaBees and made the landing on Iwo Jima. There was some sort of snafu and the SeaBees were sent in on the third wave rather than after the beach was actually secure. He lost his best friend on that beach. They had been friends since childhood and Dad is the one that talked his friend into enlisting. Dad was only 17. He transferred into the Army and got a purple heart for some schrapnel injuries in the Korean conflict. He was supposed to go to Vietnam with the first wave of "observers," but he became ill and the Army discharged him.
One of my brothers-in-law was in Ryadh during the gulf war. He was standing at the window to his room when the scud missile hit the barracks there. His window was shattered and his face was cut to ribbons. He healed with barely a scar.
His wife and my other brother-in-law also served in the military.
My paternal grandfather was a pilot in WWI. He came back and became a barnstormer and ran off with my grandmother. Her family were southern "aristocrats" and never forgave her.
My maternal grandfather was an aide de camp for Teddy Roosevelt during the Spanish American war. He was there during the "charge up San Juan Hill." Actually, the charge never really took place. Seems they forgot the horses...
Hope you can find some information about your husband's unit, to ease his frustration over his inability to recall the precise unit number. Do any of his family have any correspondence from him during his time in the military that might have the unit number written on the envelope?
