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Oh another easy one. This would be my friend Kelly. I had volunteered to go to Managua, Nicaragua to run a bulldozer to help in the recovery of the big earthquake. As I was driving it I felt something hit my leg. I stood up and looked at the Marine that was next to my dozer who was pulling bodies out and I toppled over on top of him. I woke up in the Hospital back in Panama and Kelly was by my side. The base commander told me I was shot in the leg just below the knee. Kelly was by my side the whole time, cheering me up and making me laugh. She was an Airmen First Class and here she was taking care of a Sergeant. Not long after that I bought a diamond to give her. That was in Dec 1973 and I remember it like it was yesterday. Oh by the way, she stayed in for 34 years retiring in 2007, achieving the rank of E-9.

When my family of 4 arrived in Belgium, ALL of our goods were destroyed on the ship coming over...mold, mildew, rot...my platoon sgt. And the ENTIRE PLATOON, got 2 5 tons, and we went out junkin to find my family some goods, that was beyond awesome!

When I was an E4 my old Squad Leader showed up at my drills and walked me through completing my promotion packet.

I recall a Staff Sergeant who had me come over to his house to fix my molle pack, drive me to a local base and help me get my dress uniform situated. This was on a weekend, and at the time we were in the Reserves. Eventually we get deployed a few times together and he was always willing to go above and beyond for his Marines. Great man.

Well this is kind of off the wall but I was laid up in the base hospital for 4 months and couldn't walk because my knees were swollen up like basketballs and during that time my buddies came by one night and lifted me up, carried me out, put me in a car took me to a bar. They carried me inside, sat me at a bar stool and we drank until they kicked us all out. Then they sneaked me back inside the base hospital and got out without anyone finding out. The next day my knees needed to be drained 3 times and it hurt like hell, but I didn't care cause it was the best time I had for a long time.

I had returned from Vietnam and was finally discharged from the base hospital and assigned to Schools Battalion for the rest of my enlistment. I was an E4. Went to San Diego one night and got caught in a bar by the local cops and I was under age. A few days later I went before the Battalion Commander to “explain my actions “ . Really no explanation except the truth. He had my service record in front of him. When I finished talking, he looked at my record and looked at me and said “Corporal you are dismissed “and the issue died in his office that afternoon.

He promoted me to E5 Sgt 2 months later.

there a few times some one has gone above and beyond to help me. as a young PFC the transmission went out of my vehicle, MY squad leader at the time ( R.I.P. ) came and helped me fix it , no charge would not take more than a thank you from me. He said now you can make it to formation on time with out walking the 18 miles to get there

I arrived in Germany before my new wife got out of AIT and her orders placed her too far away for either of us to commute. My First Sergeant provided advice as to how I might go about getting both of us transferred to the same Kaserne. It worked and we were able to be stationed at the same Kaserne about halfway in between either of the original locations.

The marriage didn't last, but for the time it did, I was grateful to the gruff old bastard who apparently actually had a heart, much to the contrary of what everyone else in his command thought.

When I was stationed in Naples, Italy, my car door hinge gave out. The body shop said it would be a week; so my boss lent me her car for the week while she and her husband commuted in together. He was 2 hours early and she hung out two hours after work.

Ii was a young Trooper in Vietnam and my Platoon Sergeant took me aside and told me to go get a helmet without the Red Cross, to lose the arm band and black out the cross on the medical bag. He explained that the cross was a favorite aiming point of Charlie. He didn't have to tell me anything and let me find out the had way.