A Sea Story

Joined: January 1st, 1970, 12:00 am

October 8th, 2002, 12:51 am #1

3 January 2000

MILINET: A Sea Story

Contributed By: SSGT Clyde Queen, USMC(HD)


After we left the Chosin Reservoir, we were sent to a place
called Masan for
about two weeks for regrouping, and supplies. We were then sent
into another
battle against the Chinese called the "Spring Offensive." It
was there, I
was taken out by concussion from an incoming artillery round.

When I left the hospital, I was sent back to Masan, and assigned
to an MP
unit to await my normal rotation back to the states. This
particular MP unit
guarded Marine Prisoners who had been "bad boys." They were
awaiting their
trial at a General Court Martial for various heavy duty offenses
they had
committed, ranging from rape to murder in the first degree.

Master Sergeant Bowers, "Gunny Bowers," he preferred to be
called, was in
charge of the MP unit. He was quite a colorful, and salty old
Marine at that.
He found an old Korean walking cane that he carried around with
everywhere he went. One morning a brand new Second Lieutenant
fresh out of
Quantico had arrived in the first Replacement Draft.

One morning as we were standing around a bonfire we had going in
the yard and
drinking coffee, the young Second Lieutenant walked up to Gunny
Bowers with
his hands in his pockets, and said: "Sergeant, I've been here
for three weeks
now, and every time I see you, you've got that God Forsaken
looking stick in
your hands. Do you feel the need to carry that damn thing
around with you
every where you go?"

Gunny Bowers took his pipe out of his mouth, looked the brash
shave-tail up and down, and said: "Well, no Lieutenant, I don't
feel the
need to carry it around. The only reason I do is, "IT HELPS ME
DAMN HANDS OUT OF MY POCKETS!" The Second Lieutenant (jerking
his hands out
of his pockets) turned, and darted away like a puppy dog that
had just been
kicked in the rear end.