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March 03, 2011


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Grady Stone

Hey Leatherneck, I was a member of Platoon 234 at MCRD in the summer of '59. We also were the Honor Platoon of our series. I remember that our platoon scored the highest individual scores and had the highest qualification percentage of the whole series at the rifle range. This was the first time in many years that 2nd Battalion outshot the 3rd. Our DI’s were ecstatic and they even told us so which was unusual for a Marine DI as you know. And I remember the drilling where the DI could just get us stated with a command of “forward march” and then let us keep the cadence to the sound of our boot heels striking the grinder. I always wondered how the DI’s could take a herd of cattle that did not know their left from their right, work with them for 12 weeks to machine them into a coordinated team of squared away Marines and then start all over again with a new herd. I was stationed across the grinder after ITR for 8 weeks of schooling to become a field radio operator. A fellow platoon member and I went across the grinder to visit our former DI’s who were training a platoon of boots all from North Texas. They told us that when we were in training that when our platoon screwed up it was on an individual basis but the Texas boots would screw up as a whole herd. Being both of us was from Texas we wished our fellow Texan’s could have made a better impression. Thanks for the memories Leatherneck.
G. Stone USMC ’59 – ‘65

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