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June 26, 2015

On Reverence for the Old Breed

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I recently had a conversation with a veteran of the Middle East conflicts about the status of veterans in our country today. This young man is someone for whom I hold a ton of respect, someone who owns the permanent wounds, both physical and mental, as a result of his tours of combat duty.

In effect—and I am paraphrasing here—he told me that today’s veterans have it easy compared to what happened to Vietnam vets, especially when we, Vietnam vets, came home from our war. I am not sure that we had it any more difficult in Vietnam than the troops who have been battling in Iraq and Afghanistan, but I didn’t disagree or agree with him.

Several days later, as I left the house to go on a walk, I considered the idea that we had it worse than the current vets. In terms of our acceptance by the public back home and the recognition that PTSD and TBI are legitimate issues, he is probably right. But that is all ancient history, so to speak.

As I strode beneath the ash trees and the maples and the crabapples and heard the warning cries of the black-capped chickadees, I thought about war and veterans. That led me to consider the wars of the last one-hundred years: World War I, the Banana Wars as Marine Lieutenant General Smedley Butler called them, World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Gulf War I and II, Afghanistan and all the other scrapes and skirmishes that have involved the United States’ military.

That led me to think about how I felt, when I was in the Marine Corps, about the veterans of previous conflicts.

Before pursuing those thoughts, though, I admit to having spent a childhood surrounded by relatives, family friends and school teachers who were Marines. In 1950 one of my first cousins was killed at Chosin Reservoir in Korea. So I already held the idea of Marines in high regards.

Then in boot camp we were inundated with nightly doses of Marine Corps history: Presley O’Bannon, Dan Daly, Smedley Butler, John Basilone, Chesty Puller and other famous Marines. We heard about Belleau Wood and Guadalcanal. Our drill instructors uttered paeans to the Marines of Fox Company, 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines and their gripping heroic battle to stave off annihilation at the hands of the Chinese Army at Chosin Reservoir during the early days of the Korean War.

As I strode on down the walking trail ignoring the barks of neurotic Irish setters and aged Akitas, I recalled, in May of 1968, going to a special training session for riot control–yes we were training to control riots back in 1968. One of the trainers, a Master Gunnery Sergeant served with the 4th Marine Regiment—the China Marines—before World War II began for the United States. At the time he was old and I marveled that he was still in the Marines and I wondered what it was like to have been in China back then and supposed maybe he was with the units of the 4th Marines who were at Corregidor and the pursuant Bataan Death March. Thinking about those things gave me a sense of awe, that I was in the same location with a warrior who had been in places and combat that had reached almost mythological planes. Yes, I was at Khe Sanh, but Corregidor, Bataan?

Smedley Butler

Smedley Butler

Regardless of your feelings about war—hate it, love it—it happens to humans and as such, the total array of human emotion comes into play: love, hate, rage, cowardice, callousness, disdain, on and on and on. People go through horrible experiences and some act above and beyond and others dismally fail or fall short one day and triumph the next, and as they soar and/or fail, the environment that compels them is monstrous in ways that those who have not fought in battle cannot imagine. And I revered that Master Gunnery Sergeant for what I supposed he went through.

Similarly, later, when I was stationed at 36th Street Naval Station in San Diego, working in the Brig, one of our brig wardens was a Chief Warrant Officer, a weapons specialist known as a Gunner. I don’t recall his name but I can see him in my mind’s eye. Old, to me back then at the ripe old age of 23. The Gunner was quiet, not like I thought he ought to be, loud and commanding. If I recollect correctly, he had been with Chesty Puller at both Guadalcanal and Chosin Reservoir. I believe he was Chesty’s Sergeant Major at Chosin.

There I was, working with a man who’d been with Chesty, at two of the Marine Corps’ salient history-making battles. And I revered him so much that I didn’t ask him about all that history. I was reluctant to approach him. He may have felt about his experiences in those places like I felt about Khe Sanh and at that time I really didn’t want to talk about what happened at Khe Sanh.

I suspect that one of the reasons we were indoctrinated during boot camp on the heroics of past Marines was to perpetuate the mythology of the Corps, but it also was intended, in my opinion, as a possible way to stiffen our backbones should we, as Marines, and later as men, encounter the kind of horrible events that precipitated the actions that made Basilone and Butler and Chesty, and all the other Marines who are enshrined in the Corps’ pantheon of heroes, heroes.

Years after I left the Marine Corps, I ran into Marines who served after I did, and they told me that the Siege of Khe Sanh had already become memorialized in Marine Corps lore. They told me that when the Drill Instructors held their nightly historical indoctrination of recruits, Khe Sanh was spoken of with reverence and the men who fought there were heroes, too.

And as time goes on, I suppose, the men and women who served in Vietnam will be viewed in an even more heroic light as our stories continue to be told. Bravo Marines like the men in our film will be viewed as icons of heroism instead of the losers we were thought to be by so many of our fellow citizens back in the late 60s through the early 90s.

Newer waves of Marine veterans have emerged from combat in places like Beirut in 1982 and the Gulf War in the early 90s and of course, the Middle East wars of this century, and as the century rolls on, there will, unfortunately, be more wars in which we will undoubtedly fight, and as the years go on, those new Marines will hold the old ones in awe. And the mythology will be enriched and the list of heroes will grow. It won’t make any difference whether the wars are good or bad as judged later, the men who fight them will go on to endure nightmarish events that will automatically log them in the small brotherhood called Warrior.

Make no mistake, there will be wars. More wars in the Middle East as we deal with a resurgence of Islamic culture and there will be battles in Asia as those countries flex their muscles and who knows, Africa and South America and Europe. People say the Europeans are cured of the centuries of conflict that racked the continent, but folks die and the collective memory of World War I and World War II also loses the intimacy of horror that dies with the individuals who lived through those conflagrations. There will be war in Europe.

Chesty Puller

Chesty Puller

And we will be involved. Good war or bad war, we will have our young people involved, and as each generation of warrior grows older, they will become the new generation of the revered veterans.

My young friend and his fellow warriors in Iraq and Afghanistan will be known for fights in Fallujah and Ramadi and Sangin and Dehaneh. They will be revered. They will be called heroes. They won’t see themselves as such, but they will be remembered as heroes.

On July 2, 2015, at 7:00 PM, BRAVO! will be screened as a fundraiser for the Eagle Field of Honor in Eagle, Idaho. The screening will be at Northgate Reel Theater at 6950 West State Street in Boise. Tickets are $10.00 with all proceeds going to the Eagle Field of Honor. Sponsored by Lithia Ford of Boise. For more information contact Heather Paredes at or Betty Rodgers at Telephone: 208-861-7309 or 208-340-8324.

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November 5, 2011

Remembrance 2011

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Former Marine Michael E. O’Hara muses on Veterans Day and the Siege of Khe Sanh.

It will soon be Veterans Day once again, a time to reflect and remember. I always get moody about this time of year. The seasons are rapidly changing and a new snow is always a possibility. The leaves are nearly all gone and the last gathering of crops and nuts will soon be finished. Life is about to finish one more cycle of time. It will soon be Thanksgiving but first we must stop and Honor those who have made that celebration possible. On Veterans Day.

I think a lot about people who, for some stellar reason, have been a part of my life experience of the past 63 years. There are many for sure, but none have affected my life more than those Brave and Courageous young men I call “My Marines”. If you have the time I am willing to share them with you.  They were all men of good character, men you depended on daily for your very survival. Men who would give their last drop of water, share a small tin of peanut butter; men who would and did give up their very existence here on this earth to protect you from harm. Men you had only known a few weeks, men you had met only for that poignant moment just before their passing. At the end of Michener’s novel, “The Bridges at Toko Ri,” Admiral George Terrant, who has just lost his best pilot over North Korean skies asks this question: “Where do we get such men?” I’ve never been able to adequately answer that question. ?????

We had a Battalion Sergeant Major named James Gaynor. He had nearly 30 years in the Corps. He was taken prisoner on Corregidor at the beginning of WWII and survived the Bataan Death March. When our Battalion Commander asked why he came to our forward position at Khe Sanh when he could have had any job he wanted elsewhere, his response was this: “These young Marines need my leadership skills, not Division Headquarters.” He was killed by an errant artillery round one night while checking on his troops.

There was Corporal Ron Ryan. He ran the M-60 machine gun pit closest to me. He was one of the bravest Marines. He showed me “how” to be a real Marine myself. I watched Ron and over 50 others fall from the sky when their C-123 was shot down on approach to making a landing on return from R&R.

There was Mr. Dillon and Staff Sergeant Alvarado, our platoon leaders who dashed thru the wire without any orders to quickly envelope a downed Phantom Pilot as he parachuted from his disabled strike fighter. They, like myself, returned home safely.

Then the tragedy of 25 February 1968. We lost nearly thirty of our best men in a matter of minutes in a lightning fast horseshoe ambush. They had virtually no chance of survival. Yet the aerial photos of the battle scene would show they kept charging those gun emplacements, bodies staggered where they fell, until the last few breached the enemy trenches. Tennyson should have been there to write about their courage.

In the Marine Corps when bad things happen someone is always held responsible. In this case that responsibility would have fallen to the Company Commander. Of course there was no fault, but someone has to answer to the high command. Our Battalion Commander, known simply as “Gentleman Jim,” was in fact a tall southern gentleman. He was a seasoned Marine having fought in Korea when most of us were mere babies. He put his arm around the young Captain and said “It’s OK, I’ll take it from here.” He then went straightaway to the Colonel and in shortest form said, “The buck stops here.” He was then “promoted” to Executive Officer of the Fourth Marines and the next day we had a new Battalion Commander. I think the old saying goes like this, “That’s jist da way things is, John Henry.”

When we mixed it up on 30 March with Charlie, the chain of events of that day would sear a man’s mind for eternity. There was much carnage that day of course. I still wonder how human beings can continue to do that to each other but seem to continue to find ways. But what has stayed with me always, what makes me so PROUD, is the heart and courage these young new friends of mine displayed that day. I have said many, many times over the course of my life the following.  It is one thing to read in our Bibles the verse in John 15:13 which says “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”  It is an entirely different thing to actually witness young men, on more than one occasion, do precisely that. It will humble you beyond description. It is why so many of us, myself included, will always defend their Honour.

I hope you enjoyed visiting with some of “My Marines.” You have to leave now. We need to go where we always go about this time of day. I spend time with all of them every day you know. Yep! We sit out back of the outbuildings, Jack and Tess, my two Border Collies, myself and “My Marines.” We talk a bit, reminisce, shed some tears and then we “Stand Down.”  Another day is done.

My young Granddaughters who are very prayerful little girls always ask me, “Grandpa, why don’t you say your prayers at bedtime?” I tell them I say them in the mornings, thankful  having just been able to sleep peacefully through another night because of a few young men I call “My Marines.”

When you carve your turkey in a few short weeks, take the time to set an extra plate for those who cannot attend. As you give “Thanks” ask this question, “Where did we get such men?”

Semper Fidelis

Michael E. O’Hara
B Co 1/26 Marines 1968