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This site is dedicated to the Marines and Corpsman of Fox Co. who fought and died in the Vietnam War 1963---1969. This is our story, this is our legacy. History has a way of fading and the events and memories of a generation fade with it. When our Country wanted to forget we remembered, when our Country wants to put it in the past, it is but our yesterday. We were your fathers, husbands, brothers, uncles and sons, we were soldiers, and we were Marines. Some died and some survived but as with all wars Vietnam will just be another event in history to future generations but our legacy will continue, for we are FOREVER BROTHERS. |
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The 2nd Battalion 9th Marine "Hell In A Helmet" logo was designed by Sgt. Bobby Hubbard and later refined by Sgt. John Halpin, who served with HQ 2/9 1966 -- 1967. In 1965 Marines from 2/9, who were stationed around Da Nang, were calling the unit the "Bucket of Blood" and "Blood Bucket" because they had so many casualties from booby-traps. An office page thought the nickname was cool and so he wrote his mother and told her of the nickname for 2/9. The mother thought the nickname was inappropriate, so she contacted her congressman letting her feelings be known about the nickname "Bucket of Blood". The complaint worked its way up the chain of command and orders came back down to change the nickname. A contest was held among the Marines and the Marine who submitted the winning nickname would receive a cash prize and 14 days liberty in Bangkok. At this time the Battalion Commander made it mandatory for everyone to wear a helmet at all times, even when in the rear areas. Sgt. Hubbard came up with the "Hell In A Helmet" nickname and worked to design the first logo. The last image added was that of the lightening bold denoting that 2/9 was a strike force. In 1967 Sgt. Halpin refined the design. The shield was redesigned and colored white with the "Hell In A Helmet" banner colored gold, the 2/9 was colored red and a green map of Viet Nam added. "Viet-Nam" with the proper spelling and punctuation was also added in red. The yellow lightening bolt remained the same but the image was changed slightly. Over the years the original coloring of the logo has been changed. In 1967 the HQ Lt. borrowed the design and took it on R&R with him. Sgt. Halpin was still working on the design at the time. When the Lt. returned from R&R he informed Sgt. Halpin that he had plaques made up with the logo on them and that each Marine being rotated back to the U.S. would be given a plaque. The XO received the first plaque in Oct. or Nov. of 1967. This occurred at Camp Carroll. The enlisted men received a plaque with a flat logo and the officers received a plaque with a raised helmet in a 3D effect. The pictured 2/9 plaque was sent home by Steve Poundstone 3/3 in 1969. The 1965 logo was submitted by Jim LookingGlass 3/2 and the 1967 logo was submitted by Tom Fenerty 2/3. Before enlisting in the Marine Corps Sgt. Halpin was working in the graphic design field. |
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NAVY CROSS |
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SILVER STAR |
Marine Corps Good Conduct Medal |
BRONZE STAR |
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PURPLE HEART |
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MERITORIOUS SERVICE MEDAL |
VIETNAM PRESIDENTIAL UNIT CITATION |
COMBAT ACTION RIBBON |
Vietnam Gallantry Cross Unit Citation |
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VIETNAM CIVIL ACTIONS UNIT CITATION |
NAVY UNIT COMMENDATION |
VIETNAM CAMPAIGN MEDAL |
Navy Meritorious Unit Commendation
NATIONAL DEFENSE SERVICE MEDAL
VIETNAM SERVICE MEDAL
ARMY PRESIDENTIAL UNIT CITATION
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THE MARINES' HYMN |
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your finest hour, for you are about to meet a "grunt." Doff
your cap, if you will, wave a flag, choke back a sob in your throat,
wipe away a tear from your eye, for this is the man who is fighting your
war. He is the Marine up front, the one who is sticking his nose in the
mud each day, every day. He is the one who sees the enemy at 25 yards or
less. He is the one who knows what it feels like to be shot at by small
arms at close range. He is the one who dies a thousand times when the
night is dark and the moon is gone. And he is the one who dies once and
forever when an enemy rifle belches flame. If you have ever slogged
through a sticky rice paddy or waded a stream carrying 200 rounds of
ammunition, a rifle, several canteens and a pack with enough field
rations, extra gear and spare clothing to last a week or more, you know
why they call him a grunt. It's fairly obvious. But look at him well and
know him, for he is really something. He wears, in dirty dignity, a
helmet and a flak jacket and a faded and torn uniform. His hands are
ripped and infected from contact with barbed wire and elephant grass.
His wrists are swollen from mosquito bites. His pockets are full and his
boots are mud-caked and his eyes never stand still, they move and squint
and twitch. He is nervous, aware of every sound. For he operates in a
never - never world where the difference between death and one more
tomorrow often depends upon what he sees or does not see, what he hears
or does not hear. The grunt is the man who lives as close to war as it
is possible to get. His rank varies, but mostly he is a private first
class, a lance corporal, a corporal, a sergeant or a lieutenant. He
likes the Air Forces because planes give him a measure of protection. He
likes artillery outfits because they can knock the bejabbers out of an
enemy platoon. He cares about supply outfits only to the extent that
they can provide him with something to eat and more ammunition to shoot.
He lives first for the day when his tour will be up and he can get out
of this country. He lives next for R and R. He'd like to get his hands
on a can of cold beer because it could drive the heat form his throat
and ease the corroding pain in his gut. He'd like to feel the softness
of a woman. But he is a grunt and if he can live through today then
there will be tomorrow. And if he can live through enough tomorrows
there will be the R and R, the cold beer, the feel of a woman and the
end of his tour. The grunt as he stands in dirty, muddy majesty is as
fine a fighting man as the United States has ever produced. He is young,
tough, intelligent and he knows how to kill. But he is a lot more than
that. There is something of the builder in these young men. They speak
sometimes of what must be done to South Vietnam to make it right and
workable. They speak, sometimes, of government and how it must work. And
if you are lucky, you may get a grunt to speak his mind about the war.
He may tell you many things in a language largely unprintable. But it
may or may not be surprising to learn that , for the most part, he
understands why he is here and he believes in the purposes that put him
here. And that is something, because if you take a grunt out of his
muddy, water filled bunker, remove his helmet, his flak jacket, his
field uniform, take away his rifle, clean him up and dress him in a
sport shirt, slacks and loafers, you've got the kid who was playing on
last year's high school football team. He is a national asset to be
cherished.
Written by: Jay Reed from the Milwaukee Journal, a former Marine sergeant, sent to Con Thien to find human interest stories of war. |
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Ask
a Marine what's so special about the Marines and the answer would
be "esprit de corps", an unhelpful French phrase
that means exactly what it look like - the spirit of the Corps,
but what is that spirit and where does it come from? The Marine Corps is the only branch of the U.S. Armed Forces that recruits people specifically to Fight. The Army emphasizes personal development (an Army of One), the Navy promises fun (let the journey begin), the Air Force offers security (its a great way of life). Missing from all the advertisements is the hard fact that a soldier's life is to suffer and perhaps to die for his people and take lives at the risk of his/her own. Even the thematic music of the services reflects this evasion. The Army's Caisson Song describes a pleasant country outing. Over hill and dale, lacking only a picnic basket. Anchors Aweigh, the Navy's celebration of the joys of sailing, could have been penned by Jimmy Buffet. The Air Force song is a lyric poem of blue skies and engine thrust. All is joyful and invigorating and safe. There are no land mines in the dales nor snipers behind the hills, no submarines or cruise missiles threaten the ocean jaunt, no bandits are lurking in the wild blue yonder. The Marines Hymn, by contrast, is all combat. We fight our Country's battles, First to fight for right and freedom, We have fought in every clime and place where we could take a gun, in many a strife we have fought for life and never lost our nerve. The choice is made clear. You may join the Army to go to adventure training, or join the Navy to go to Bangkok, or join the Air Force to go to computer school. You join the Marine Corps to go to War! But the mere act of signing the enlistment contract confers no status in the Corps. The Army recruit is told from his first minute in uniform that "you're in the Army now, soldier". The Navy and Air Force enlistees are sailors or airmen as soon as they get off bus at the training center. The new arrival at Marine Corps boot camp is called a recruit, or worse, (a lot worse), but never a MARINE. Not yet, maybe never. He or she must earn the right to claim the title of UNITED STATES MARINE and failure returns you to civilian life without hesitation or ceremony. Recruit Platoon 2210 at San Diego, California trained from October through December of 1968. In Viet Nam the Marines were taking two hundred casualties a week and the major rainy season operation Meade River, had not even begun, yet Drill Instructors had no qualms about winnowing out almost a quarter of their 112 recruits, graduating eighty-one. Note that this was post - enlistment attrition; every one of those who were dropped had been passed by the recruiters as fit for service. But they failed the test of Boot Camp, not necessarily for physical reasons, at least two were outstanding high school athletes for whom the calisthenics and running were child's play. The cause of their failure was not in the biceps nor the legs, but-in the spirit. They had lacked the will to endure the mental and emotional strain, so they would not be Marines. Heavy commitments and high casualties not withstanding, the Corps reserves the right to pick and choose. History classes in boot camp? Stop a soldier on the street and ask him to name a battle of World War One. Pick a sailor at random to describe the epic fight of the Bon Homme Richard. Everyone has heard of McGuire Air Force Base. So ask any airman who Major Thomas McGuire was and why he is so commemorated. I am not carping and there is no sheer in this criticism. All of the services have glorious traditions, but no one teaches the young soldier, sailor or airman what his uniform means and why he should be proud of it. But, ask a Marine about World War One, and you will hear of the wheat field at Belleau Wood and the courage of the Fourth Marine Brigade, Fifth and Sixth Regiments. Faced with an enemy of superior numbers entrenched in tangled forest undergrowth, the Marines received an order to attack that even the charitable cannot call ill - advised. It was insane. Artillery support was absent and air support hadn't been invented yet, so the Brigade charged German machine guns with only bayonets, grenades and indomitable fighting spirit. A bandy legged little barrel of a gunnery sergeant, Daniel J. Daly, rallied his company with a shout, "Come on you sons a bitches, do you want to live forever"? He took out three machine guns himself and they would give him the Medal of Honor except for a technicality, he already had two of them. French liaison - officers, hardened though they were by four years of trench bound slaughter, were shocked as the Marines charged across the open wheat field under a blazing sun directly into the teeth of enemy fire. Their action was so anachronistic on the twentieth - century battlefield that they might as well have been swinging cutlasses, but the enemy was only human, they could not stand up to this. So the Marines took Belleau Wood. The Germans called them "DOGS FROM THE DEVIL" Every Marine knows this story and dozens more. We are taught them in boot camp as a regular part of the curriculum. Every Marine will always be taught them. You can learn to don a gas mask anytime, even on the plane in route to the war zone, but before you can wear the E.G.& A. and claim the title you must know about the Marines who made that emblem and title meaningful. So long as you can march and shoot and revere the legacy of the Corps you can take your place in line. And that line is as unified in spirit as in purpose. A soldier wears branch of service insignia on his collar, metal shoulder pins and cloth sleeve patches to identify his unit. Sailors wear a rating badge that identifies what they do for the Navy. Marines wear only the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor, together with personal ribbons and their "CHERISHED" marksmanship badges. They know why the uniforms are the colors they are and what each color means. There is nothing on a Marine's uniform to indicate what he or she does, nor what unit the Marine belongs to. You cannot tell by looking at a Marine whether you are seeing a truck driver, a computer programmer or a machine gunner. The Corps explains this as a security measure to conceal the identity and location of units, but the Marines penchant for publicity makes that the least likely of explanations. No, the Marine is amorphous, even anonymous, by conscious design. Every Marine is a rifleman first and foremost, a Marine first, last and Always! You may serve a four-year enlistment or even a twenty plus year career without seeing action, but if the word is given you'll charge across that Wheatfield! Whether a Marine has been schooled in automated supply, or automotive mechanics, or aviation electronics, is immaterial. Those things are secondary - the Corps does them because it must. The modern battle requires the technical appliances and since the enemy has them, so do we, but no Marine boasts mastery of them. Our pride is in our marksmanship, our discipline and our membership in a fraternity of courage and sacrifice. "For the honor of the fallen, for the glory of the dead", Edgar Guest wrote of Belleau Wood, "the living line of courage kept the faith and moved ahead". They are all gone now, those Marines who made a French farmer's little Wheatfield into one of the most enduring of Marine Corps legends. Many of them did not survive the day and eight long decades have claimed the rest. But their actions are immortal. The Corps remembers them and honors what they did and so they live forever. Dan Daly's shouted challenge takes on its true meaning "If you lie in the trenches you may survive for now, but someday you may die and no one will care. If you charge the guns you may die in the next two minutes, but you will be one of the immortals." All Marines die in the red flash of battle or the white cold of the nursing home. In the vigor of youth or the infirmity of age all will eventually die, but the Marine Corps lives on. Every Marine who ever lived is living still, in the Marines who claim the title today. It is that sense of belonging to something that will outlive our own mortality, which gives people a light to live by and a flame to mark their passing. Submitted by Dave "Big Lew" Lewis, Fox Co. 3/3 1968--1969B Author unknown |
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When the Chaplain made his call. The news was bad, my mother was sad When she heard of my fathers fall. An ambush he said, they all were dead The words were shocking and cold. Eight other men died, eight other wives cried For young men who would never grow old. The years quickly passed, they seemed so fast With no father to show me the way. Yet I knew from the start, deep down in my heart We'd be together, forever, one day. Through the laughter and tears, the months and the years I kept hearing "it's" far-away call. The day was cold I was thirty years old When my eyes first set sight on the WALL. It seemed ancient yet knew, as if somehow on cue When I saw it the Earth became still And my memory once gray, became focused that day Of a man who now suddenly seemed real. No more tears filled my eyes, no more lifetime of "whys" All the answers I'd found in this place. With the touch of his name gone was sorrow and pain And bad memories were quickly erased. As I stared into the black, my father stared back And he smiled and my heart filled with joy I said: "welcome home, dad, what a journey you've had." He said: "It's sure great to be home, my boy!" Copyright 1995 by Kelly Strong |
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WRITTEN BY: SANDRA LEE GILCHER AND PRODUCED BY: JULIE SHARP |
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USMC CADENCE -- IF I DIE IN A COMBAT ZONE |
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"You guys are the
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The Creation of Vietnam Vets: When the Lord was creating Vietnam veterans, He was into His 6th day of overtime when an angel appeared. "You're certainly doing a lot of fiddling around on this one." And God said, "Have you seen the specs on this order? A Nam vet has to be able to run 5 miles through the bush with a full pack on, endure with barely any sleep for days, enter tunnels his superiors wouldn't consider doing, and keep his weapons clean and operable. He has to be able to sit in his hole all night during an attack, hold his buddies as they die, walk point in unfamiliar territory known to be VC/NVA infested, and somehow keep his senses alert for danger. He has to be in top physical condition existing on c-rats and very little rest. And he has to have 6 pairs of hands." The angel shook his head slowly and said, "6 pair of hands... no way." The Lord say's "It's not the hands that are causing me problems. It's the 3 pair of eyes a Nam vet has to have." "That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through elephant grass, another pair here in the side of his head for his buddies, another pair here in front that can look reassuringly at his bleeding, fellow soldier and say, "You'll make it"... when he knows he won't. "Lord, rest, and work on this tomorrow." "I can't," said the Lord. "I already have a model that can carry a wounded soldier 1,000 yards during a fire fight, calm the fears of the latest new guy, and feed a family of 4 on a grunt's paycheck." The angel walked around the model and said, "Can it think?" "You bet," said the Lord. "It can quote much of the UCMJ, recite all his general orders, and engage in a search and destroy mission in less time than it takes for his fellow Americans back home to discuss the morality of the War, and still keep his sense of humor The Lord gazed into the future and said, "He will also endure being vilified and spit on when he returns home, rejected and criticized by family, friends and strangers, the very ones he fought for." Finally, the angel slowly ran his finger across the vet's cheek, and said, "There's a leak...I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model." "That's not a leak", said the Lord. "That's a tear." "What's the tear for?" asked the angel. "It's for bottled up emotions, for holding fallen soldiers as they die, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American Flag, for the terror of living with PTSD for decades after the war, alone with its demons with no one to care or help." "You're a genius," said the angel, casting a gaze at the tear. The Lord looked very somber, as if seeing down eternity's distant shores. "I didn't put it there," He said.
Submitted by Bill "Mad Dog" Madden, Fox Co. 3/2 67--68
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In God We Still Trust by Diamond RIO |
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Submitted By Eddie "EJ" Hinson Fox Company Weapons Platoon 1965--1966 |
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USMC CADENCE by SGT. HARTMAN from FULL METAL JACKET |
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THE MARINE CORPS LIVES FOREVER by SGT. HARTMAN from FULL METAL JACKET |
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