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I served in the United States Marine Corps (USMC) from December 1987 to December 1991. Those were some of the most memorable times of my life. I felt I should create this page to share some of these experiences.



Boot Camp
I attended boot camp at Marine Corps Recruit Depot (MCRD) San Diego, California from January 6, 1988 to March 18, 1988...the same place Gunnery Sergeant Carlos Hathcock went to boot camp so I don't want to hear any of you Fantasy Island Marines talking s**t. My platoon was 1002. I was a pretty mediocre recruit.

Mission: To aquire the basic skills, knowledge, and behavior of a Marine.

Comments: The chow was pretty good.

The photo at left shows me with my senior drill instructor, Staff Sergeant J.L. Mincey, on graduation day. It is hard to get a good photo of someone in that California sun when they wear those Smokey the Bear hats.
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School of Infantry (SOI)
From April 18, 1988 to June 24, 1988, I attended SOI at Camp Pendleton, California. I was attached to Alpha Company.

Mission: To develop infantry skills and specialized training in the manipulation and firing of the 81mm mortar and the 60mm mortar.

Comments: Those guns are pretty darn loud.

  • Photo 1: Camp Pendleton landscape. Summer 1988.
  • Photo 2: More Camp Pendleton landscape. Summer 1988.
  • Photo 3: Marines from my infantry class. Caulder is the big guy in the blue shirt and Brent "Cowboy" Grillo is the one next to me. I'm the goofy looking one in the birth control glasses. Summer 1988.
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  • Security Forces School
    From June 25, 1988 to August 1, 1988, I attended Security Forces School at Little Camp Pendleton in Virginia Beach, Virginia. I was in class 19-88. I served as a team leader.

    Mission: To train in pistol, shotgun, physical security measures, riot control, apprehension of prisoners, and anti-terrorist tactics.

    Comments: This school rocks! I would gladly attend it again. We spent a whole week shooting pistols, then a whole week shooting shotguns. We learned to shoot fast and accurately. We also got to do fancy stuff like shooting a shotgun with one hand and bringing the gun to the ready from the African carry position. In the last week we got to do tactical maneuvers and use paintball weapons. They were crappy revolvers but since I didn't know anyone else who got to play paintball back in 1988, I felt kinda special. The food at Dam Neck Naval Base was the best military chow I've ever eaten!

    The photo at left shows me with some of my classmates. In the back from left to right are Shaun Derek Siple, Waskom, Joseph Zimmerman (flipping the bird), and Mark Anthony Valero. In the front from left to right are me, Paul Wesley Smith, and Shulskie. Summer 1988.
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    Sea Duty
    From August 2, 1988 to August 15, 1990, I served with a Marine Detachment aboard the USS John F. Kennedy (CV-67) aircraft carrier in Norfolk, Virginia. As of August 1990, the USS John F. Kennedy (JFK) was the world's largest conventionally powered aircraft carrier. It was christened on May 27, 1967. It has a length of 1072 feet.

    Mission: To provide security and other duties as the ship's commanding officer may see fit (e.g. sweeping, swabbing, waxing, and buffing the deck).

    Comments: Sea duty has its ups and downs, even when the boat isn't rocking. I don't take to boats very well unless they are kayaks so I wasn't too happy to be stationed aboard a Naval vessel for over two years. But if I had to be on a boat, then an aircraft carrier is probably the best since they don't rock as much as other boats. And yes, I did get seasick. The work wasn't very interesting or fun. But I did get to travel and see the world.

  • Photo 1: The JFK was virtually a "floating city" with a crew and air group of 5000 officers and men. Its home port was Norfolk Naval Base in Norfolk, Virginia.
  • Photo 2: Pfc Saki, 1988.
  • Photo 3: The commanding officer of the ship, Captain Denny Wisely, presented me with a Marine of the Quarter certificate on January 1989.
  • Photo 4: Here I am pretending to be a fighter pilot. Hot chicks dig fighter pilots. August 1988.
  • Photo 5: We would evacuate weapons and ammunition during a main space fire drill. Here we wait, assembled in the hangar bay. July 1989.
  • Photo 6: In August 1989, the crew wore different colored shirts to spell out "JFK" on the flight deck. I am near the top of the 'J'.
  • Photo 7: Sometime in 1989(?) I visited some fellow Marines who were stationed aboard the USS Wisconsin (BB-64) battleship at Norfolk, Virginia.

  • Mediterranean Cruise: August 2, 1988 to February 1, 1989
  • Naples, Italy: August 20, 1988 to August 27, 1988. Tour of Capri (island).
  • Alexandria, Egypt: August 30, 1988 to September 4, 1988. Tour of Cairo.
  • Toulon, France: September 11, 1988 to September 21, 1988. Tour of St. Tropez.
  • Antalya, Turkey: October 10, 1988 to October 17, 1988.
  • Tunis, Tunisia: October 21, 1988 to October 24, 1988. Tour of Carthage.
  • Palma, Spain: October 28, 1988 to November 4, 1988. Tour of Palma de Mallorca.
  • Naples, Italy: November 14, 1988 to November 18, 1988. Tour of Rome.
  • Marseilles, France: November 23, 1988 to November 28, 1988. Tour of Paris.
  • Palma, Spain: December 15, 1988 to December 20, 1988.
  • Cannes, France: December 23, 1988 to January 1, 1989.
  • Haifa, Israel: January 6, 1989 to January 9, 1989. Tour of Sea of Galilee, Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, Jordan River, and Nazareth.

  • Domestic trips: March 1989 and August 1990
  • Manhattan, New York City, New York
  • Boston, Massachusetts
  • Jacksonville, Florida. Trips to Disneyworld, Sea World, and Daytona Beach.
  • Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Tour of John Pennekamp State Park.

  • While serving aboard ship, I was recognized as Marine of the Quarter from October to December 1988 and was meritoriously promoted to corporal in March 1990.
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    Non-Commissioned Officer (NCO) School
    I attended NCO School from April 18, 1990 to May 18, 1990 in Quantico, Virginia. I was in class 6-90.

    Mission: To develop those leadership skills and qualities characteristic of a non-commissioned officer.

    Comments: The obstacles courses were fun and I enjoyed marching with a sword.

    The photo at left shows my NCO School squad. We were 4th squad (aka Dragons). Not sure how we got that name. From left to right in the top row are Cpl Warren, Cpl Mace, Cpl Chambers, Sgt Wade (squad advisor), Sgt Ulmer, Sgt Zincola, and Cpl Collins. In the bottom row are Cpl Burt, Cpl Murray, me, and Cpl Christian.
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    Second battalion, Second Marines, Weapons company, 81mm Mortar platoon
    I arrived to my grunt unit at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina on September 20, 1990. A few months later, my unit was deployed to Saudi Arabia and Kuwait to fight in the Persian Gulf War. Eventually, we returned to the states where I served a few more months with the unit. I commenced terminal leave on November 1, 1991 then was released from active duty on December 27, 1991.

    Mission: To provide indirect fire support as the battalion commander deems necessary.

    Comments: After serving on the gun line assisting my squad leader during the war, I became a peacetime squad leader and forward observer. But after having spent two years on sea duty, never even seeing a mortar, I never felt my skills were quite up to par. I don't know if I would have re-enlisted had I gone directly to the fleet but by the summer of 1991, I had no doubt that it was time for me to leave.

  • Photo 1: Lcpl Wesley from Oklahoma (left) and Cpl Timothy James (right). Notice the camouflage netting over the vehicles in the back. October 1990.
  • Photo 2: Not always content with issued gear, I often purchased my own. Notice my lightweight nylon dome tent and suspenders. 1991, post-war.
  • Photo 3: M1 Abrams tank. Powerful, fast, sporty, and sexy...though not as sexy as an F-14 fighter jet. 1991, post-war.
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    Persian Gulf War
    From December 18, 1990 to April 11, 1991, my unit, 2/2 served in Operations Desert Shield and Desert Storm.

    Mission: Liberate Kuwait from and force Iraqi withdrawal. While many later criticized George H.W. Bush's decision to not aggressively pursue the Iraqi Army into the heart of Iraq or to overthrow Saddam Hussein, I felt his decision at the time was a good one since the operation was a success, the number of American casualties was small, and the duration of the ground fighting only lasted about 100 hours. If only other wars were so simple...

    Comments: Without a doubt, these were my most memorable times in the Corps. My experiences of the war are documented at Memories of the Persian Gulf War. It is a loooong read.

    Operation Desert Shield: December 18, 1990 to January 16, 1991
  • Al Jubail, Camp 15: December 18, 1990 to December 31, 1990
  • Rock Quarry: December 31, 1990 to January 17, 1991

  • Lcpl Redenbach sleeping on a 747 plane on the way to Saudi Arabia. December 1990.


    Camp 15, aka "Tent City." This was the place we stayed for several days after arriving in Saudi Arabia. December 1990.


    Setting up the big tents at "Tent City." December 1990.


    Like every other Marine, I had an M16A2 service rifle. But I added a scope covered with a painted bicycle inner tube, painted athletic tape for camouflage, a bipod, Ranger assault sling, and a cheek rest. December 1990.


    Me again. December 1990.


    Me in the back of a Humvee, ready for a sandstorm.


    Artillery at "Tent City." December 1990 or April 1991, not sure which.


    It is often easy to tell during what part of the war a photo was taken by looking at the people. Early on, we looked younger and cleaner than later in the war. This photo was taken at the rock quarry in Saudi Arabia. This was our first location away from "Tent City." Our squad set up in an area surrounded by old tires and covered with camouflage netting. January 1991.


    Eighth squad. From left to right in the back are Lcpl Kevin "Glucose" Beyea, Lcpl George "Slug" Garrett, Lcpl Chris "Shim" Stevenson, Doc Donald "Loogie" Mett, Pfc Carl "Bocephus" Wood, and Cpl Saki "Saki Fresh in Effect." In the front from left to right are Lcpl "Spokes" Webber, and Sgt Mike "Spicolli" Belford. We all had nicknames and nobody could choose their own. Generally, they didn't stick. I think only Stevenson was regularly called by his nickname...perhaps because Stevenson had too many syllables.


    With the threat of biological warfare, we were always on the lookout for dead animals. We were told to stay clear of them since they might carry anthrax. However, this dead camel had tractored vehicle prints alongside it which makes us question what killed it. Was it amtracks or anthrax?


    Gun 8 at the rock quarry, far from the Kuwaiti border.


    Recognize me? I'm ready for a sandstorm. The parka I'm wearing supposedly helped make us less visible to night vision equipment. We called them our "breakfast parkas" because we were told to wear them at morning formation before chow.


    Lcpl Beyea on the left and Sgt Belford on the right. Beyea is from upstate New York. He earned the nickname "Glucose" because he sometimes got hyperactive after consuming large quantities of sugar. Belford is from San Diego, California. He was sometimes referred to as "Spicolli" because his southern California accent reminded people of Sean Penn's surfer character in the movie "Fast Times at Ridgemont High."


    Cpl Timothy James Kirk of 5th squad is from Reno, Nevada. Before enlisting in the Marines, he served in the Army.


    Cpl Kirk juggling live hand grenades while smoking.


    Kirk still juggling. What talent!


    From left to right are Wood, me, Garrett, and Shim. Note the reactive armor plates on the M60 tank behind us.


    Me posing with an M60 tank. The M1 Abrams tanks were relatively new at the time. The Army had them while many Marine tank units still used the outdated M60s.


    For us, most of Desert Shield involved moving to a position, digging in, then moving to another position closer to the Kuwaiti border. After we left, sometimes a reservist unit would make use of the trenches we dug. We typically stayed in a location for a few days. The sand was ideal for digging. It was moist so it didn't cave in, and there were almost no rocks...just sand. One time I dug a 6.5 foot deep trench.


    Someone's Humvee got stuck in one of our platoon's trenches...not my trench or Humvee.


    Sometimes after getting our trenches just perfect, I would draw hieroglyphics to depict the story of our squad.


    These hieroglyphics depict Wood being taken from the platoon (temporarily) to serve on mess duty.


    Cobra attack helicopter. I don't remember if this photo or the next 4 were taken during a training exercise or the real thing.


    Hummers in tactical formation.


    Hummers on the move.


    Big gun on the go.


    An assortment of machinery.


    Amphibious tractored vehicles (amtracks) can be used for transporting troops on land or in the water. They resemble the Jawa vehicle in the movie "Star Wars." While my squad was vulnerable to small arms fire and shrapnel due to our lack of armor, we were told that our Humvee would not likely be heavy enough to set off anti-tank mines. Not so for Amtracks.


    Amtrack in wait.


    Cpl Wayne Gray of Arizona was the driver for 5th squad. He was known as the platoon sound effects man.


    Vehicle pits were dug to protect the Humvees prior to the ground attack. This sure beats digging in by hand.


    Beyea and Garrett in the back of the Humvee.


    M60 tank during training exercise in Saudi Arabia. Notice "Old Glory" on the back.


    Snapping in.


    From left to right: Garrett (in sunglasses), me, Doc (not looking happy), Beyea, Shim (also in sunglasses), and Wood. Like my suspenders? February 1991.


    From left to right: Shim, Webber, and Beyea.


    Saddam's troops set fire to the Kuwaiti oil wells. I suppose he figured that if he couldn't have them, then nobody would. This produced a significant amount of smoke that blackened the sky, dropped temperatures, and made living in Kuwait as unhealthy as smoking several packs of cigarettes per day. February 1991.


    Another view of the burning oil wells in Kuwait. February 1991.


    After spending several weeks out in the field without ammunition, we were finally permitted to draw some. From left to right are Garrett, Shim, Beyea, Doc, Webber, and Kirk (in background). Strapped to Beyea's back is a rocket launcher.


    Shim giving us the "don't look at this" sign. Where did Mike get those bottles of Jim Beam from?


    Who says there is no alcohol in Saudi Arabia? Some people were being sent contraband from friends back home.


    From left to right: Webber (smoking), Doc (angry), Mike (serious), Shim (happy), Garrett (goofy), and me. Almost every day in the field was sleeveless shirt day. We cut the sleeves off our t-shirts. If nothing else, it looked cool and gave us more rifle cleaning rags.


    Operation Desert Storm: January 17, 1991 to April 11, 1991
  • Move to Kuwait Border: January 30, 1991
  • Threat of nerve gas and Anthrax attack leads the command to require 2/2 to take pills which would supposedly give limited protection from an attack by either. Some Marines developed temporary stomach discomfort which they attributed to the ingesting of these pills. Pills taken in February 1991 for about 3 or 4 weeks.
  • Ground war begins: February 24, 1991 at 0430.
  • 2/2 spearheads the 6th Marines attack into Kuwait through the minefields. Attached with first Marine Expeditionary Force.
  • Shot at by mortars: February 24, 1991.
  • Shot at by artillery: February 24, 1991.
  • Move to Al Abdaliyah: February 25, 1991.
  • Shot at by tanks: February 25, 1991.
  • Iraqi platoon surrenders to 81's platoon: February 26, 1991.
  • Bunkers cleared by 81's platoon: February 26, 1991
  • Soviet made Boyevaya Mashina Pekhoty (BMP) armored vehicle destroyed by Lance Corporal George Garrett of 81's platoon: February 26, 1991.
  • Move to Al Jahra: February 26, 1991.
  • Occupation of Kuwait: February 27, 1991.
  • Ceasefire declared 100 hours after ground offensive begins: February 28, 1991.
  • Many Marines vomiting from what the command claimed was an overchlorination of the drinking water. Situation apparently solved by switching to bottled drinking water. This occurred between March 1, 1991 and March 28, 1991.
  • 2/2 takes supposedly stray incoming rounds (small arms fire) at a few random incidents after our own ammunition is taken away. This happened at various times between March 1, 1991 and March 28, 1991.
  • Mysterious lights in the sky seen. Yellow stripes of light appearing to come from clouds or oil smoke whose appearance would remain unchanged for about three hours. This was seen during various nights between March 1, 1991 and March 28, 1991.
  • Movement back to Al Jubail, Camp 15: March 28, 1991.
  • 2/2 heads home by way of Shannon, Ireland; New York City; and Marine Corps Air Station (MCAS) Cherry Point.


  • Desert Storm photos during the ground attack
    If you're wondering why I don't have as many photos in this section....well, I was a little busy.


    February 23, 1991 was the day before the ground attack. While the Iraqi Army expected the 4th Marine Expeditionary Brigade (MEB) to launch a costly amphibious assault, the 2nd Marine Expeditionary Force (MEF) attacked from Saudi Arabia through the minefields into Kuwait. Second Battalion, 2nd Marine Regiment (2/2) was the front and center battalion of this 9 battalion attack. This photo was taken the day before the attack. The sky is black from the oil well smoke after Saddam's troops set them afire. Behind the photographer were clear skies that allowed the landscape to be illuminated to the horizon.


    Vehicles of the 2nd MEF on the attack into Kuwait. February 1991.


    Amtracks, tanks, and Humvees for as far as the eye can see. February 1991.


    We often had the opportunity to watch far off tank battles while waiting to move forward. Front and center is Doc Mett. He was one of two Navy Corpsmen attached to our platoon. He earned the nickname "Loogie" because he was so often congested. This is one of the few photos (perhaps the only one?) of Doc smiling...probably because something is getting blown to hell. February 1991.


    Much of the attack involved moving and waiting. What better place to catch a view of the action than in the back of a Humvee? While we had desert camouflage uniforms, we only had green woodland camouflage Mission Oriented Protective Posture (MOPP) chemical suits. Notice the rocket launchers duct taped to the top of the Humvee. Shown smiling is our good friend Shim. February 1991.


    We removed our windshields to prevent broken glass from flying around in case our Humvee was hit. Sandbags were placed up front to limit our exposure. Intravenous (IV) bags were duct taped to the top of the inside of the Humvee. As assistant driver, I maintained radio communication with the command and helped Belford light his cigarettes while he drove. February 1991.


    Iraqi bunkers were made with fairly good overhead cover. They were flush with the ground so it was often impossible to see them until very close. February 1991.


    What appeared to be a platoon of Iraqi soldiers surrendered to us without a fight. We then set to clearing their bunkers. Various items were found in these bunkers including photographs of planes. From left to right are Wood, Belford, and Shim. February 1991.


    Items from bunker. February 1991.


    A Soviet-made Iraqi BMP armored vehicle was found and destroyed. At first our platoon shot it with a rocket that did not detonate. Then Garrett shot it with an M60 machine gun which caught something on fire (the gas tank perhaps?). Apparently, there were a good deal of explosives stored inside the vehicle because it exploded several times, often throwing large chunks of shrapnel hundreds of meters away. February 1991.


    Same photo as above without me.


    It was common for the Iraqi soldiers to surrender. Many had poor training and bad morale. After being checked for weapons, they were marched to a holding area.


    Our final location during the ground attack was near a junkyard. Here we see Garrett digging a pit for his M60 machine gun which he used to cover a road that passed by the junkyard. Garrett is from Virginia Beach, Virginia. He earned the nickname "Slug" because he was a little heavy for a Marine and slept a good bit. Not sure whatever became of him. I remember he was married to an attractive mathematician and was aspiring to be a policeman.


    We saw a good bit of destroyed vehicles and buildings lying in ruins. February or March 1991.


    Desert Storm photos after the ground attack


    We were told that vehicles that bore the crescent moon symbol were medical vehicles. The symbol was the equivalent of our red cross. Here we have Kirk looking inside one such vehicle.


    Me posing with the same vehicle in previous photo.


    Beyea walking by an M252 81mm mortar. Though this was our primary weapon, I think only one or two rounds were shot by our entire platoon during the war and these were shot just to set the baseplate and get a frame of reference. Though there are situations where mortars are particularly effective, the desert is not one of them.


    Destroyed BMP armored vehicle in Kuwait.


    The inside of the armored vehicle shown in previous photo.


    We searched a garbage truck in Kuwait. Inside we found an enemy mortar.


    We passed through/by a few towns but never actually set foot in any. Here in the distance is Jarah, Kuwait. March 1991.


    Me on a captured tank in Kuwait. Notice Garrett's machine gun on the ground.


    On this shirt I drew Calvin (of "Calvin and Hobbes") wearing an earring and an anarchist shirt while holding a rifle and saying "Where the F**K is Kuwait?" Just a few months prior, few people knew where Kuwait was.


    Belford (left) and Beyea (right) getting chow. By March, the supplies sent by generous civilians had finally worked their way to the front. We received numerous care packages, both from strangers and friends. Eighth squad received more than our share of gedunk (pogey bait) since we had so many married Marines. We used various Meals Ready to Eat (MRE) boxes to sort food into categories such as hard candy and gum, canned meat, etc. Everyone put their gedunk into these boxes which we called "Communist Boxes" since no one person owned anything in them. Their contents were available to all. The rule when selecting MREs was that you had to randomly select a meal without looking for the best entree. Anything else was called "Rat F**king" and was strictly forbidden in our squad.


    Numerous enemy weapons were found. In this photo are the Dragunov sniper rifle (top two) and the AK-47 (bottom). March 1991.


    More weapons which include a rocket propelled grenade (RPG) launcher (top), an AK machine gun (middle), and an AK-47 (bottom). These weapons had seen better days.


    After the cease-fire, our platoon kept busy with various engineering projects using supplies from the junkyard. I created a small windmill weatherstation. When the wind blows, the garbage bag behind catches the air and turns the windmill to face the wind. Tiles on the ground enable one to determine the direction from which the wind is blowing. When the wind changed direction, we could be assured that there would be a sandstorm or rain. March 1991.


    Notice the cartoon I drew on a tile. March 1991.


    I created this 7 foot tall sundial. Bricks were used to mark the time of the day. Near the top is a sign that displays the current date, March 24, 1991. It could be used to estimate the time to within 15 minutes.


    Eighth squad found some cinder blocks, wood, and a homemade weighted barbell. We used this to make a bench press.


    Wood brushing his teeth on a smoky day.


    Every squad has to have its victory photo. Photo taken from 2/2 Gulf War book.


    Yet another victory photo from the other end of the gun line. Photo taken from 2/2 Gulf War book.


    Wood was nicknamed "Bocephus" because of his Alabama accent. We rarely called him Bocephus...probably because Wood was much easier to say. I believe he was from the Harper Valley area.


    Wood at the Humvee. March 1991.


    "Shim" Stevenson from upstate New York. On the move.


    Shim was a talented, likeable, and generally happy fellow who kept us laughing.


    I served with 8th squad (aka "Section 8"). We were the leftmost gun when facing the direction of fire. This photo was taken from our squad area. It shows the "lazy W" zig-zag formation of the rest of the gun line.


    After the cease-fire, we were able to build fires and hence, keep warm at night. This made things quite tolerable...even enjoyable. From left to right are Beyea, Garrett, Belford, and Kirk (in the shadows). March 1991.


    Donkeys and burros often wandered by our platoon. They were fed and given water. In this photo is a burro.


    Beyea feeding visitors.


    Shim (left) and Wood (right) with new friend.


    Burro needing a haircut.


    Eighth squad. From left to right: Shim, Belford (front), Webber, Garrett, Me (front), and Beyea. Where are Doc and Wood?


    Me posing with an AK-47 with retractable stock.


    After the cease-fire, we no longer needed to live in trenches. The junkyard was often raided for things that would add to the comforts of home. The 7th squad "Hobos" made a sign that read "Hobo Hilton, no vacancy." They kept an enemy mortar lying around as a souvenir.


    Lcpl Bill Pecor of 7th squad looking back. He ended up making the Marine Corps a career. Photo taken from 2/2 Gulf War book.


    Not sure what squad occupied this position not worth defending.


    Garrett modeling the uniform of the day.


    That winter in Kuwait often brought temperatures below freezing. There were mornings where I would wake up with ice on my poncho. Being able to build fires after the cease-fire greatly boosted morale. Some of us kept wearing the filthy charcoal-lined chemical protective suits to keep warm. From left to right: Wood, Belford, Shim, Doc Mett (hand in air), Garrett, Beyea, and Gray.


    Joseph "Z-man" Zimmerman of Pennsylvania was my good friend from Sea Duty. He served in a 2/2 line company. Here, he stands next to a captured Iraqi anti-aircraft gun. March 1991.


    Maloney was in the heavy machine gun platoon in our company (aka "heavy girls). Here he poses with an AK-47 with fixed bayonet. March 1991.


    Maloney with big guns. March 1991.


    Anti-aircraft gun. Notice that one of the flash suppressors is missing. I know who took it. March 1991.


    Armored vehicle for sale...low mileage, used only once. March 1991.


    This armored vehicle has seen better days. March 1991.


    Who is this guy? March 1991.


    2/2 just had to leave our mark on something. March 1991.


    More posing on captured equipment. March 1991.


    Casualty of war. March 1991.


    Victim's last stand. Notice the molten metal near the top of the photo. March 1991.


    Some as previous photo but zoomed out. March 1991.


    Lcpl Taylor was a forward observer who later went on to graduate top in his class in sniper school. March 1991.


    Lcpl Jeffrey "PQ" Paquin blowing a bubble back at "Tent City." April 1991.


    A professional photo of our platoon was taken after we returned to the states. Unfortunately, by the time this photo was taken, many of those who participated in the war had already been discharged from their extended tours. Notice some of the guys up front gesturing the "don't look at this" signal. Photo taken from 2/2 Gulf War book.


    Links

    14 Year Reunion with Sergeant Mike: Hooking up with my old squad leader

    Scouting for 81s Platoon Reunion 2009: Think of this as a pre-reunion.

    81 Platoon Mini-Reunion 2009: I've never been to a high school or college reunion. Those events just didn't mean that much to me. But a platoon reunion? Count my ass in!

    Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Maria: It runs in the family.

    Loretta Lynn and Rockin' the Corps: Entertaining the Marines.

    Howard County Marine Corps League: An organization of which I am proud to be a member.

    Memories of the Gulf War: My experiences during the Gulf War.

    Searching for the Perfect Shave: What every Marine wants.

    "Greening" of the Corps: What the Marine Corps is doing to save the environment.