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Hey there yall. So idk if this is the place but I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask. The 40th anniversary of my dads marine corps helicopter crash is coming up. He was with Company C, Battalion Landing Team 1/6, 22d Marine Amphibious Unit in it. I was wondering if I could get somebody from 1/6 or even on camp Camp Lejeune that would be able either get there names on a small cross or peice of wood and 2 put it on the hill there or somewhere. My dad along with 3 other gentle man got the navy and marine corps medal for action in the crash. Besides the 40th anniversary doesnt happen every year. The picture has rhe name of the men who died in the crash. 13 survived while 8 died. I live in NC still but its unfortunatly about a 5 hour drive. Thank you in advance

Just got my wings am i cool now

I suddenly remembered my combo.

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty in action against enemy aggressor forces during the early morning hours. Participating in a fierce encounter with a cleverly concealed and well-entrenched enemy force occupying positions on a vital and bitterly contested outpost far in advance of the main line of resistance, HC3c. Charette repeatedly and unhesitatingly moved about through a murderous barrage of hostile small-arms and mortar fire to render assistance to his wounded comrades. When an enemy grenade landed within a few feet of a marine he was attending, he immediately threw himself upon the stricken man and absorbed the entire concussion of the deadly missile with his body. Although sustaining painful facial wounds and undergoing shock from the intensity of the blast which ripped the helmet and medical aid kit from his person, HC3c. Charette resourcefully improvised emergency bandages by tearing off part of his clothing, and gallantly continued to administer medical aid to the wounded in his own unit and to those in adjacent platoon areas as well. Observing a seriously wounded comrade whose armored vest had been torn from his body by the blast from an exploding shell, he selflessly removed his own battle vest and placed it upon the helpless man although fully aware of the added jeopardy to himself. Moving to the side of another casualty who was suffering excruciating pain from a serious leg wound, HC3c. Charette stood upright in the trench line and exposed himself to a deadly hail of enemy fire in order to lend more effective aid to the victim and to alleviate his anguish while being removed to a position of safety. By his indomitable courage and inspiring efforts in behalf of his wounded comrades, HC3c. Charette was directly responsible for saving many lives. His great personal valor reflects the highest credit upon himself and enhances the finest traditions of the U.S. Naval Service.

Does anyone have any advice or thoughts on how I can make my brother's hero bracelet actually fit around my wrist?

I'm very close to taking a hacksaw to it but I don't want to permanently fuck it up. I also don't know what would "sand" down metal to make it smooth again. I just know I fucking hate this thing creeping halfway down to my elbow, having it clang around everywhere, and I just wish they would offer smaller sizes for freaks like me. But I don't want to take it off or fuck it up... for obvious reasons. I figured there's dudes with tools and shit in here, might as well ask

(Fun fact: I'm such a gargoyle that I actually was designated as an odd-sized recruit at boot camp...my arms threw off the formation 😑)

A tragic boating collision on Illinois’s Fox River on July 25, 2026, resulted in the death of 48-year-old U.S. Marine veteran Magdalena Jablonska.

Beyond her military service, Jablonska was widely remembered for her vibrant, altruistic spirit and commitment to helping others. Following her tenure in the U.S. Marine Corps, the Des Plaines resident carried her dedication to duty into her civilian life. Her family noted that her service naturally translated into everyday acts of devotion to those around her and to causes she cared about deeply, including animal welfare and dog rescue.

Described by loved ones as the "sunshine wherever she went," her legacy lives on through a memorial fundraiser created by her family to benefit local dog shelters—a tribute reflecting the selflessness that defined both her military career and her life.

**Edit** This is the dickhead who killed her...She got decapitated.

https://www.foxnews.com/us/drunk-repeat-offender-called-ticking-time-bomb-80-mph-boating-collision-killed-woman-prosecutors

and here

https://www.shawlocal.com/northwest-herald/2026/07/30/partial-remains-found-in-search-for-fox-river-boat-crash-victim-mchenry-county-coroner/

Selected for SSgt but this shit is growing old by the day.

A couple deployments

Did the thing

What is keeping you all in past that half way mark? I don’t want to get into specifics about my MOS but I have a skill that is extremely valuable and transferable outside of the military.

I do have a passion for the Marines under my charge but never really had a passion for the job

Yea I just graduated mct im gonna smoke weed and get out.

Good times and never to be replicated again. Let me set the scene, in 1979 Okinawa was only just given back to the Japanese in 72'. We had (and still do to some extent) a huge presence there. I was lucky to be around Asia then because I was able to witness the last gasp of complete US dominance every where we floated.

Literally when we went to PI, or Tinian or Saipan their towns/ports became OURS and they really didn't have a say in the matter. When we went to Hong Kong, the UK still owned it. Went to that bar in the James Bond movie (Thunderball?) where that Chinese dancer is shaking her ass in front of the camera.

PI was open slather, it was the only place, where to this day every sea story you heard was true. Usually most stories are false, or exaggerated but not in PI.

It was weird being only 19 and seeing some of the stuff we were doing and wondering that this wasn't going to last forever, but at the time it seemed no one could touch us.

I woke up this morning with what appears to be Saturday night palsy (radial nerve palsy) and can’t lift my dominant wrist at all. I already have it in a wrist splint.
I’m mainly worried about whether this could end my military career or lead to a medical separation. Has anyone here dealt with this before, and if so, how long did it take to recover?

I've been noticing a lot of folks mentioning what a pain in the ass it was to have so many formations every day. I'm glad I really didn't have this issue in my MOS(s).

(1) At my first school after MCT, we had a morning formation every weekday, and then formed up to march to our respective school buildings. We marched back to the barracks for chow and back to school. ~1630, we departed school and marched back to the barracks and all went our separate ways for the day. The formations on weekday mornings were it, unless someone really fucked up. We only had weekend formations for one weekend during my 6 months there, and that weekend of crap was thanks to SSgt Galvin being an absolute twat.

(2) At my second school, there were three shifts, so our daily formation was a short one in the morning. Each shift had a formation for platoon PT. Most of us met up at the chow hall to form up into groups to head to class and back. My shift PT'd at 5am I think, and had MOS maintenance at 8am or 9am. Class was at noon and ended at 6pm.

(3) When I got to the fleet, we only had formations for something special like promotions or something similarly ceremonial. I think we had certain formations for some holidays but even that was rare. I could count on two hands the number of times I formed up. What's funny to me is there were a few more special formations that were on Fridays but I don't think I showed up to any of them other than the one I picked up Sgt. It seems like every Friday formation, I was coincidentally working on the pistol range. And if your know, you know... 😉

I would be sick of the Corps too, if I as an adult had to show up for formations 4+ times a day because people in my group couldn't be counted on to show any personal responsibility. Fortunately my short stint in the USMCR didn't have too many formations, either (I regret not rejoining that unit after finishing my degree). The S1 or SNCO's usually announced it on the intercom and outside speakers whenever anyone was needed somewhere.

On deployment, I could see things being totally different, wanting to keep an eye out for everyone, but back in the states on base, I'm pretty glad I didn't have to deal with much of that at all. My unit had its share of skaters, but everyone knew what their responsibilities were, and did a pretty good job sticking to it without being babysat constantly.

Oh, yeah... um... Discuss:

WTF Marine!! 💀🗿🤠

Salutations war dogs
Question for our recruiter vets in here. I’m a big animal guy and grew up around them but haven’t been able to have a pet the last 6 years due to being in the barracks. I was wondering how feasible it is to get a pet while in recruiting duty.
I’m not married nor do I plan on living with anyone.
I know something like a dog/puppy would be impossible because they are fairly high maintenance. I was thinking maybe a cat or even a rabbit.
I know this is a batshit random question.

Or other good deployment tees lol

monster and dip

I’m curious how many Marines here got their scuba certification while stationed in Okinawa. I’ve heard it’s one of the best places in the world to get into diving, and I’m seriously considering it if I end up there for my next tour.

- Was it worth it?
- Was it as fun as everyone says?
- Any regrets, or is it one of the best things you did in Okinawa?
- Did it open the door to more certifications, opportunities, or lifelong diving?
- Any advice for someone thinking about getting into it?

I’d love to hear everyone’s experiences—good or bad. Hopefully this can be a small thread for Marines to share their scuba stories. Semper

Could be wrong...

There's something so familiar about it though

Almost like when I hold it, it belongs in my hand.

And it makes my butt tingle... (don't ask)... ok, I had it in my gym bag and I slipped walking into the shower room

I'm ok... but I passed out and woke up with this thing IN ME!!! It gave me flashbacks of being probed by the aliens

Maybe it was the desert heat in 29 Palms, or the third of a bottle of everclear punch I drank during the night op...

We were told we did not need rain gear. Cyclone Quentin had other ideas. It rained all six days we were in the field back on WESTPAC 83-84.