2nd and Weapons Platoons of G-2-6 in 1960-62

"G" Company - 2nd Platoon, Headquarters as well as H&S Personnel
2nd Battalion, 6th Marines
2nd Marine Division
November 1960 - March 1962

2nd Platoon	G-2-6 Headquarters	H & S
2nd Lieut. Douglass. M. Carver G/Sgt (E7) D. M Bolick S/Sgt (E-5) Delbert J. Jones Sgt (E-4) Richard R. "Frog" Gunn Cpl (E3) Emmit S. Holmes L/Cpl _ R. Franks L/Cpl Gary Lewis L/Cpl Nathaniel Martin L/Cpl W. R. O'Neil L/Cpl Harold G. Shook Pfc Lee C. Davis Pfc. Richard Landry Pfc. D. P. Laux Pfc. R. D. Michaels Pfc. W. W. "Monk"Moxley Pfc. William E. Port Pfc David Clay Prescott Pfc. Gary D. Rodwell Pvt. Francis F. Rose Pfc. A. J. Sikora Pfc Junius F. Sosebee Pfc. L. D. Stone Pfc Charles E. Wilson - Deceased	Capt. Kenneth J. Skipper 1st Lieut. Merrill. A. Sweitzer 1st Sgt. (E8) E. J. Perkins Co. G/Sgt (E7) R. F. Lykens SSgtt/Sgt ? (E5) J. A. Serbian L/Cpl F. X. Geary L/Cpl J. Hooper Pvt. R. L. Harvey Corpsman (E5) Steven P. Fetterly Corpsman (E4) C. R. Fuller Corpsman (E4) E. C. Newell Corpsman (E3) F. H. Dempsey Corpsman (E3) E. M. Kosko Corpsman (E3) G. A. Nickel	Cpl/Sgt ? (E4) A. N. Ryan Cpl/Sgt ? (E4) L. A. Irvine L/Cpl K. E. Barber L/Cpl W. C. Broughten L/Cpl J. J. Martin L/Cpl W. L. Potter Pfc. R. J. Bermaro Pfc. T. J. Sudell Pfc J.R. Svendsen Pvt. M. Kuczmarski Pvt. T. J. Resch Pvt. R. G. Wharton Pvt. T. W. Brown

*L/Cpl Joseph was last seen by Ed Hart [1st Platoon] in Okinawa in 1965. Joseph was on his way to Vietnam.

Douglass M. Carver : [ Editor's Note: Former 2nd Lieutenant and now, long ago releaased from active duty, Captain USMCR Carver is the first of our Company's officers "rediscovered." I look forward to seeing more.
A big Semper Fi to Doug and a thank you for reaching out to us. ]
Born in 1938 and raised in Boston, Massachusetts and the middle Atlantic states, I joined the Marine Corps in September 1959, out of ROTC at Harvard University, beginning my Basic at Quantico, Virginia. For a short period thereafter, I was in charge of two platoons of officer recruits. Then, off I went, sent to the pine barrens of Camp Lejeune, North Carolina to serve in the 6th Marines as an infantry officer until leaving the Marine Corps, in September 1961, with the rank of 1st Lieutenant ...anything less would have been surprising.
After my brief Marine career, I went to graduate school at Boston University [African Affairs, no less, as I was likely still under the influence of those many nights in Pointe Noire] and Political Science at the Ecole de Sciences Politiques, in Paris. The latter interest, I've always thought, being a direct impact of my many experiences as a Shore Patrol Officer in those french language ports in Africa. Finally, however, as life would have it, there came a time when all of this background and education need be put to making a living. First stop: Chase Manhattan Bank.
With it being tough as a RABID Red Fox fan such as myself to live in a Yankee town, I've always appreciated their kindness in sending me to Europe, in 1966. After "tours" in Switzerland and Belgium, I "jumped ship" to McKinsey in 1969 and began what has been the balance of a lifetime in Paris. Hardly a tragic circumstance.
Following my efforts for McKinsey, I worked for a French construction company, which provided many a trip to Africa and South America. Then, there was a German manufacturer of pharmaceutical packaging and, for the last twenty years, I've been running my own...very small...consulting firm and teaching at France's answer to the Harvard Business School.

March 1961 - Cape Town, SA.

Though contemplating retirement, I can't bring myself to do so. Perhaps because I'd like to believe myself the "fit young thing" of 50 years ago.
I met and married, Anke, a German woman living in Paris and remain so, though I wonder what she's in it for. We've two children, Kai and Astrid, neither of which you will notice bear Scottish names...sSomething very telling about who runs the family. You know, running a platoon of hard-charging, young Marines was a lot easier than getting a strong-willed-and-minded wife and two children to follow orders.
My daughter upped-and-married a Frenchman few years ago, thus, Anke and I have two young grand-daughters.
The Solant cruise was a wonderful experience. I have often bored my family with tales of Viegues, where Captain Skipper couldn't find my platoon for hours as we were on the wrong hill; a visit to a house on stilts in Recife where, as but a tourist mind you, I saw the largest heart-shaped bed imaginable and ne'er seen since; shore duty on Dakar where, after getting Marines and sailors alike back to their ships, my sergeant an myself went to the beach and hauled nets with local fishermen; a day spent with the crew and officers of a wine tanker(!) in Pointe Noire; the idyl [ wonderfully carefree experience] in Cape Town, where to everyone's surprise and pleasure our black Marines had a better time than their white comrades; then there was that great weekend in Madrid, where I allowed my imagination to get ahead of reality; and much, much more.
As for the USMC, I owe it for the education I received in how to lead men: to respect them and ensure that they respect you. It provided lessons applied my entire business life, which has not necessarily guaranteed success but has provided endless satisfaction in the feeling that people who have worked for me benefited from the experience, though not as much as I have in working with and for them.
I can be reached at: dmcarver@post.harvard.edu
Semper fi to "All Hands."

Steven P. Fetterly : Born in 1934 and now in Independence Missouri, joined the Navy through the Naval Reserve at the age of but fifteen in 1949.
I served nearly all of my 20 plus years of service time with the Fleet Marine Force. The years of exception were from that of my first enlistment …as Machinist’s Mate through Striker … until 1951, when my MOS changed to that of Corpsman. In 1952, I was assigned to Camp Lejeune’s hospital. Thereafter I was at different times assigned to still more duty with the 2nd MarDiv, Quantico’s Air Wing detachment, the Naval Air Station at Naha, Okinawa and the 3rd MarDiv’s Camp Schwab, also in Okinawa.
It was during one of my stints with the 2MarDiv, I served with both G-2-6 during Solant Amity I’s “Good Will” Congo Rebellion period as part of the 3rd Medical Battalion aboard the Hermitage and with F-2-6 on Solant Amity III for more of the same. Later still came the Cuban Crisis. And, somewhere around the house, I’ve a letter from the Graham County indicating that I had crossed the equator 12 times and 6 more on the Suffolk County, twice through the “eye.”
While serving with the 3rdMarDiv in Vietnam, I did stints with VP-47 and some time later with VP-50.
In 1974, I retired from active duty and remained attached to the Fleet Reserve until 1980. All told, I served from 1949 to 1980. And while I’m now 78 years old, I feel confident I could still pass the old Navy fitness test, as I’ve no problem practicing Bulgarian style weight lifting with kettle bells, carrying my now 188 pounds at 18-20%.
Until it closed shop, I was the Missouri Commander of the Association of American Veteran’s That Enlisted Underage. And, even now I frequent the Marine and Navy recruiting offices and serve on the Honor Guard.
In 1965, while serving in Okinawa, I married and remain so to the same wonderful woman. And we’ve two wonderful children.
After leaving the Navy I worked my way up to foreman at a trucking firm and in 1982 bought my own truck and drove it until completely removing myself from the labor/business arena in 1985.
Life’s been good and I’m here to prove it. Semper fi to all those Marines and Corpsmen I’d served with over those many years of the last century. Drop me a line at 16601 East Third Street, Independence, MO 64056-1623 or s.fetterly@att.net.

Richard Landry: Born 1941 and raised in Waltham, Massachusetts, I attended Waltham High School until Feb59, when for some reason I will never figure out, I just went down and joined the Corps. I went through Parris Island in Platoon 118. After boot camp I was assigned to Cryptograph school at Twenty-Nine Palms; B U T, I could not get a "Crypto" clearance because my father was Canadian. What a bummer, Dad!
Soooo, I was assigned the dreaded 0300 MOS and sent on to Geiger for Advanced Infantry Training. From there it was 2nd Platoon, G-2-6, a BAR and several trips to Vieques, with which I believe you're all familiar. It was there that I was so cordially introduced to the dynamic bar-fly duo of Messrs. Don Q and Ron Bacardi. We became intimate friends, the duo and I.
Then along came Solant Amity and a chance to see the world. It was after Solant that I realized how much I really loved traveling at Uncle Sam's expense, so I transferred to the 8th Marines and did a Med Cruise. That was also a blast. After that, I was sent to NBC school at Geiger and became an assistant instructor there running the infamous gas chamber, where you will all remember having sung the Marine Corps Hymn so awfully and to the point of tears.
What a bunch of cry-babies Marines are when you put them in a room full of CS gas and make them sing!
I got out in '63 and went back to Waltham. After about a year of screwin' around, I got married and got some odd jobs but finally got on track and ended up owning a small chain of sporting goods stores on the North Shore area of Boston. I had stores in Salem, Danvers, Woburn and Cambridge. It started out as Salem Army & Navy, then changed to Colman's Sporting Goods, then to MVP Sports Stores. I worked at that for about seventeen years. My wife and I raised three great kids and I now have four grand-kids who are just a hoot. I sold the business in '86 and slid back south to Florida where I've been beaching and golfing ever since. Still a lousy 18 handicap. Dammit I hate golf!
Now I'm messing around with real estate and making a few bucks here and there. That's my happy story, "and I'm stickin' to it."
I'd love to hear about what the rest of you grunts have been doing. Drop me a line at fivestar1@gmail.com.
A very big Semper Fi to you all.

William E. Port: Born Boston in 1940, I lived there until entering the Marine Corps 6Mar59, suffered the abuses of Parris Island with Platoon 218 and was, after ITR at Camp Geiger, assigned to "E" Company, 2nd Battalion of the 6th Marines. Along with a great many more of us, I volunteered for the Solant Amity Cruise and was reassigned to "G" Company in the fall of 1960. Because of an injury later sustained to my back, I was after leaving "G" Company assigned to a variety of administrative positions, the last of which being at the Material and Maintenance unit of Lejeune's 2nd Force Services Regiment. I left active duty on 5Mar63 but didn't, for some time, get away from J-ville.
Married while still in the Corps of 1961 to a gal from the Jacksonville community, I remained there for the better part of 15 years, working first as a brick layer/welder and later as a contractor. By 1985, I had moved back to Boston, the marriage had dissolved...after three children: two sons (Scott and Jeffrey) and a daughter (Shari) all of whom pursued careers in the Army and I'm quite proud of...and I continued to make a living as a contractor in Boston. But, that old back injury had followed me through the years until I found it necessary to obtain a spine fusion operation and a veteran's disability.
Thereafter, I owned and operated a shoe repair shop in the Cape Cod area, where I've remained ever since, retiring from all working efforts in 2001.
The Solant Cruise, my four years in the Corps and a host of my more youthful transgressions appear to become more vivid and more exciting as the years begin to slide by, ever the more fast. To all those that shared with me those times, those experiences and the lasting memories I send a heart felt Semper fi.
Forget email efforts, I've passed the point where I'm comfortable with keyboards. But, if you're up to the long handed approach, write to 42 Wareham Lake Shore Drive, East Wareham, MA 02538. I can't begin to express how glad I would be to hear from you.

Kenneth J. Skipper : [ Editor's Note: The former Captain and Company Commander of G-2-6, after a long and distinguished career, left the Marine Corps as a Major in June 1972. I thank him for his long and exemplary service to his country.
Then, too, I must express how extremely grateful I and other former members of the Solant Amity I adventure are for the efforts of Ed Hart in finding the Major.]
Born 1928 in Galveston, Texas, I was raised in Mobile, Alabama. In 1946, I enlisted in the Marine Corps for the first time, did the usual stint in Parris Island and was immediately transferred to China to serve in various units until discharged in May of 1948. Returning stateside, I entered Spring Hill College, in Mobile, served with the Army ROTC while attending, graduated with a degree in history, reentered the Marine Corps in 1953 and began six months of training at the Officer's Basic School in Quantico, Virginia.
That done, the Corps in late '53 shipped me off, first, to Japan for but a few months and then, until 1955, to Korea. With no complaints, I'd spent four of my split five Corps' years in the Orient and it was time for some CONUS duty time.
In Mid-'55, as a recently promoted First Lieutenant, I was assigned to MCRD, Pendleton, California for three years. Thus it was that I served first as Aide to General Bowser, who was instrumental in establishing safeguard and oversight standards for west coast recruit training following the 8Apr56 drowning of six Parris Island recruits. Later, I would serve in the then newly established capacity of "Series Commander" overseeing the ongoing training operations of Marine recruits.
By 1958, I was once again transferred, this time to the infantry and H&S Company, 2nd Battalion, 6th Marines at MCB, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. There, in little more than year, the 2nd Batt-6th had sailed and landed in Lebanon, did a six month stint in the Med and, with myself as Operations Officer, a St. Lawrence River "cruise" to Lake Erie, with landings in Chicago, Cleveland, Rochester, Milwaukee and more.

2nd Lieutenant Kenneth J. Skipper, 1953

In August 1959, I was given command of G-2-6, met with Division Staff and discussed the specific objectives, training and logistical requirements for Solant Amity I.
Designed and initiated by the then Chief of Naval Operations, Admiral Arleigh A. Burke, SoLantAmity had something of a three fold purpose. First; it was to "show the flag" during a time when so many of the West African nations were obtaining their independence from their European protectors. Second; we were to provide something akin to American "police presence," as much of the region was subject to communist influences and, particularly in the Congo, revolution. Third; we might have been needed to protect American lives, political and economic interests. To accomplish these things, the Navy had its part to play: transport and provide new flags. The Marine Corps was to furnish the young men and armament required of a "police force" to protect American interests and provide the tip of some greater military spear should it become necessary. And, to that end, I set to finding and securing personnel, training and equipment I deemed necessary to fulfill those obligations.
Personnel were handpicked and interviewed by myself and the Company brought to T.O.. The latter providing a "no promotion" environment for the duration of the assignment to G-2-6. Stateside training incorporated some elements common only to Recon, such as familiarity with parachute landings and ever memorable inflatable craft exercises at Onslow Beach. After mounting out and arriving in Viegues, extensive and intensive weapons and tactics training became the order of every day. This done, G-2-6 set to sea, ready for whatever we might encounter.
Fortune smiled upon us. None of the negative imagined scenarios occurred and SoLantAmity I became and remains a positive and memorable experience for all hands.
Returning to CONUS in May 1961, I was one month later reassigned to Pickle Meadows, in the High Sierra Mountains of California. There I served in a variety of executive and commanding positions in the Cold Weather Survival, and Mountain Leadership Programs as well as Camp Operations Officer until 1963 at the Marine Corps' Mountain Warfare Training Center(MCMWTC). Thereafter, I was transferred to the 1st Marine Air Wing, assigned to its G-1, promoted to Major and remained until 1964. Clearly, I was acquiring broad experience with a wide range of Marine Corps offerings. And it was time to share some of them and their impacts upon me over my, then, twelve years in the Corps.
In 1964, I began what was to be three years at the USMC Basic School, in Quantico, Virginia. And, while there, I served as an Instructor, then Executive Officer and lastly as the Commander of the Basic School's H&S Company until November of '67, when transferred to and assigned as Operations Officer for Headquarters Unit, 1st Marine Division...Vietnam. In March or April of'68, following the Tet Offensive, I was once again reassigned, this time as Executive Officer of the 1st Battalion, 27th Marines, located in north central Vietnam's Quang Nam Province which extended from the South China Sea on the east to the Laotian border.
By June, I had become the Commanding Officer and remained so until reassigned as executive officer of the 3rd Battalion, 3rd Regiment of the 3rd Marine Division in February 1969. After some twenty months in Vietnam, I returned to CONUS to serve with the Division of Reserves in Washington, D.C. for a year.
In August '70, I began an eighteen month stint in Okinawa, returned to the U.S. in 1972 and retired from the Corps that June. The twenty-one year adventure begun in 1946-48, renewed in 1953 had come to an end.
In retirement, I tried my hand at teaching Government and History for the local school district for a year, changed direction in 1973 and began working in the Marketing Section of what is now Regions Bank, retiring-from it in 1993.
And now? Well now, I'm enjoying the fruits of my many labors over the years. With a full social calendar, the occasional and appreciated contact with the souls of my past and the required exercise provided by four days of golf a week, I'm enjoying it all along with the many fine memories of the past.
Not being on the internet, I ask that you reach out and snail mail me at 3713 Claridge Road [South] in Mobile, Alabama 36608.
Semper fi to you all.

Merrill A. Sweitzer, Jr. : Lieutenant Colonel, USMC, Retired (msweitzer@webtv.net) was the Executive Officer of Company G, 2nd Battalion, 6th Marines, 2nd Marine Division, FMF, during the Solant Amity I Cruise (November 1960 – May 1961) and summed up his long remembered observations as follows:
Solant Amity I truly made for an exciting six (6) months. There was never a dull moment. From the equator crossing at sea initiation to the “recapture” by a USN destroyer with a platoon of Company G Marines embarked of a high seas “piracy” of the SANTA MARIA, a sleek Portuguese liner; to crossing the equator eight (8) times to include zero-zero latitude-longitude making the crossers royal shellbacks; to an amphibious landing from the sea over the beach utilizing Navy amphibious ships with embarked Marine helicopters, Marine surface amphibious landing craft and Marines at Monrovia, Liberia to another like landing at Cape Town, South Africa witnessed by some 30,000 spectators; to navigating an LSD and LST up the Congo River over 50 miles to the port of Matadi conducting a UN troop evacuation of Guinean military troops from the Congo returning them to their home country at Conakry, Guinea; to a Company G honor guard in Monrovia, Liberia for the President of Liberia.
What was particularly noteworthy was the conduct and performance of the embarked Marines. At no time in the six (6) month deployment did we have an embarrassing situation ashore, thus fulfilling our people to people mission of spreading good will and friendship with each Marine being an ambassador for his country in the African countries bordering the west coast of Africa when old colonial powers were being replaced with new nations with a choice between communism and the democratic way of life.
In a unique Navy Marine Corps team assignment, the individual Marines distinguished performance upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and the United States Naval Service.
Semper fi to all. (msweitzer@webtv.net)
His biography is provided below:

Lieutenant Colonel Merrill A Sweitzer, Jr. was born on February 20, 1935 in Oval (Jersey Shore), PA. He graduated from the JerseyShore Area School District in 1953 and entered Lock Haven University, LockHaven, PA graduating in 1957 with a B.S. degree in Education, winning 46 consecutive track races and States in the mile in 1956 and 1957. He was commissioned a Marine Second Lieutenant in December 1957, marrying his high school/college sweetheart on December 28, 1957. He completed the 20th Officer Candidate School (OCS) at the Training and Test Regiment, Quantico, VA. and entered The Basic School (TBS) at Camp Barrett, Quantico in January 1958 (BC1-58). Upon completion of 32 weeks of school (Sept. 1959), he was assigned to the 2nd Marine Division, FMF, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina where he was a rifle, weapons, mortar and 106 recoilless rifle platoon leader. In July 1959 he was promoted to First Lieutenant (01).
From November 1960 to May 1961 he was the Executive Officer of Company G, 2nd Battalion, 6th Marines during SOLANT AMITY I, a six (6) month good will deployment on embarked US Navy ships to Africa. From June to October 1961 he was the 2nd Battalion, 6th Marines Training Officer (S-3) in charge of rifle requalification with the battalion winning the Commanding General’s Markmanship Trophy. On October 10, 1961 he was commended for his performance of duty as Battalion Training Officer by the Battalion Commander. He was aide to the Commanding General’s 2nd Marine Division Berkley and Weisman from Oct 61 to Sept 62.
During this period when Major General Weisman was the Commanding General, the 2nd Marine Division, conducted an amphibious landing over Onslow Beach near Risley Pier. This demonstration incorporated the Navy Marine Corps Amphibious Assault doctrine and the Marine Air/Ground Team tactical concept. The presentation was for President Kennedy and Vice President Johnson. Many Washington dignitaries including the Joint Chiefs of Staff accompanied the President and Vice President.
He was promoted to Captain (03) in July 1962 and was assigned to the USS Hunley AS-31, a polaris submarine tender, in September 1962, home ported in Holy Loch, Scotland as the Commanding Officer of a Marine Detachment of 26 Marines for 25 months. On June 9th, 1964 he received a commendation for outstanding performance by U.S. Navy Commander Submarine Forces, U.S. Atlantic Fleet. In November 1964 he was assigned to The Basic School (TBS) Marine Corps Schools, Quantico, VA where he was a Staff Platoon Commander of Second Lieutenants and a tactics instructor. From February 1967 to July 1967 he was a student at the Amphibious Warfare School (AWS), Marine Corps Schools, Quantico, graduating in July 1967.
He was promoted to Major (04) in June 1967. Deploying to Vietnam in September 1967, he joined the 1st Marine Division Reinforced, FMF. From Sept 1967 to Sept 1968 he was Executive Officer and Acting Battalion Commander of the 1st Battalion, 7th Marines and the Regimental Logistics Officer (S-4). He participated in the TET Offensive. In September 1968 he was assigned to the Naval Reserve Officer Training Unit (NROTC), Miami University, Oxford, Ohio as the Marine Officer Instructor (MOI). In August 1971 Miami University presented him with a Masters Degree in Education Administration (MED). He was a member of the University faculty holding the academic rank of Associate Professor teaching a three (3) credit course titled “the evolution of the art of war”. In August 1971 he returned to the 2nd Marine Division, Camp Lejeune, NC where he was the S-3 of the 6th Marine Regiment and the 34th Marine Amphibious Unit (MAU) and G-3 8th Marine Amphibious Brigade (MAB) for the NATO training exercise DEEP FURROW 1972, receiving a commendation from Commander Sixth Fleet. Returning from the Mediterranean Sea six (6) month deployment, he was assigned to the 2nd Marine Division G-3 as Assistant Operations Officer for Colonel Alfred Gray who later became Commandant of the Marine Corps (CMC).

On May 2, 1973 he was commended for his performance as Joint Opposition Forces Ground Operation Officer for exercise EXOTIC DANCER VI. The Major left the 2nd Marine Division in August 1973 and was assigned to the Armed Forces Staff College, Norfolk, VA as a student graduating with distinction in January 1974. He then was assigned to Headquarters Company, Marine Security Guard Battalion (MSGBN), Headquarters Marine Corp (HQMC), Arlington, VA and served as a United Nations Military Observer (UNMO) from Feb 1974 to Feb 1975 assigned to the United Nations Outpost, Tiberias, Israel reporting cease fire breaches in the Israel/Syria cease fire sector on the Golan Heights and as Operations Officer of the Tiberian Control Center receiving a commendation from the Chief of Staff, UNTSO.
He was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel (05) in July 1974 and completed the Marine Corps Command and Staff College Extension Course November 1974. From there Colonel Sweitzer was assigned to Company B, Headquarters Company, HQMC, Arlington, VA April 1975 where he was assigned to the HQMC Plans and Policy Division, Western Regional Branch as an Action Officer on the Middle East/African desk dealing with Pentagon military issues pertaining to these geographic regions. On June 30, 1978, Colonel Sweitzer retired from the Marine Corps for family reasons. His personal decorations include the Legion of Merit Medal with combat “V” for valor and a gold star in lieu of a second award, Purple Heart Medal, Navy Commendation Medal, Combat Actions Ribbon, two (2) Presidential Unit Citations (PUC), one Meritorious Unit Citation (MUC) and the Vietnam Campaign Ribbon with four (4) stars. Lieutenant Colonel Sweitzer is married to the former Helen Therese (Terry) Lauler (deceased April 30, 1981), the daughter of John and Ruth Lauler, M.D. of Jersey Shore, PA and has seven (7) children: John, Terry, Tim, Dave, Mike, Andy and Doug. Terry, Tim, Mike (CH-46 Pilot) and Doug were Marine Officers.

LtCol Sweitzer,Speaking at Memorial Day Services 2012
in Rauchtown, PA
[The speech in Acrobat]

After retiring from the Marines Colonel Sweitzer and his family moved to State College, PA (home of Penn State University) in July 1978. Here he was employed by the State College Area School District (SCASD) as the Director of Physical Plant until 1998. Retiring at the age of 63, after 20 years of military service and 20 years of service to the SCASD, he currently is residing in the country in an “old” country home on 11 acres of land near Salladasburg, PA where he is enjoying hunting, fishing, gardening, wild life photography, reading, children, grand children and morning coffee/breakfast with the local folks.

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"Coffee/breakfast with the folks." Ahh, if it were so. As seen in the tidbits to the left and right about our man...there remains no moss beneath the feet of our old Executive Officer.

On 1 November 2012, our life-long giver established a Track & Field Scholarship Endowment at Lock Haven University, in Pennsylvania, his long ago alma mater.
[ http://golhu.com/news/2012/11/1/WTRACK_1101125924.aspx ]

"Ah, ha! And now we know the rest of the story," writes former Pfc. Archie Fuller. "Back in the day, and before becoming the company's Exec, the then Lieutenant Sweitzer commanded our Weapons Platoon and had the reputation for running us into the ground so frequently and ardently that he acquired the nickname "Fleetwood," after the then much prized Chevy Fleetwood.
"Well, there you go. It's taken more than fifty years to learn the source for his enthusiam for running...and our consternation.
"Well done Colonel, both then and now for having established the Track & Field Endowment."

John R. Svendsen: Born in 1941 to a short lived marriage, I was raised along with my twin sister and brother in Brooklyn, New York’s Red Hook section by a single mom. Early in life I acquired: an interest in the outdoors, the survival measures necessary in both the streets of an urban environment and the woods provided by Boy Scout training, and a decidedly “you’re on your own, Mac” attitude. Strongly independent throughout my life, when seventeen and after reading Leon Uris’s “Battle Cry” I chose to leave school and join the Marine Corps. Initially stymied by my mother’s refusal to sign the early enlistment papers…after three months of my cutting classes at Boys High in Brooklyn’s Bedford-Stuyvesant community, one of the city’s grander liberal arts high school in both academics and sports at the time.…mom reluctantly accepted my decision, signed the papers and off I went to Parris Island Platoon 223-59 on 24Mar59. For the beginning of the rest of my life.
Enthralled with the idea of becoming a Marine of Uris’s liking, I arduously addressed learning skills of the trade. Always fond of the outdoors, I ate up all that boondocks stuff, knowledge of weaponry, its uses and the prospect of adventure.

Not so much to my liking: make-work programs and the extreme…almost senseless efforts…to just keep our idle hands busy. And, being a teenager with teenage interests and “attitude” wasn’t much help in putting any of it in perspective. Remembering “Spanish Joe” and “Ski” and others from “Battle Cry;” well, there just had to be more irreverence, adventure, excitement and non-conformity amidst the regimen. Right? So, a lot of the time, I tried doing things like Sinatra would...my way. A usually costly choice in the Corps.
Yet, at journey’s end, after three office hours and still more threatening experiences of same, being busted twice and for the longest time having an astonishingly low average Conduct score of just above 2.0, I somehow regularly managed to pull a near 4.0 proficiency grade…leaving the Corps as a Lance Corporal with a Good Conduct Ribbon! Go figure.
Following PI, like all, I was sent to Camp Geiger. Unlike all, I was detailed to a mess hall for thirty days of mess duty before being assigned a company of the Infantry Training Regiment. A rather unkind gift, I thought, for one only recently a graduate of the world’s renowned school of the killer elite. But, eventually I got around to doing the things done at ITR, boarded a cattlecar and bussed on over to Camp Lejeune’s H&S Company of 2nd Battalion, 6th Marines.
Whoa! “Wait a minute,” says I, “I’m being assigned to the same unit Leon Uris served in during WWII??!” He’d been in Communications. I was to be a Mortarman (MOS 0341.) My Gawd, what would Batman have to say about that?
The following year and a half saw me learning my trade as a mortarman and basic infantryman. The platoon commander even saw to it that we took MCI courses on military subjects. In addition, H&S members would be distributed amongst different units of the 2nd Battalion when taking part in exercises both on the base and when taking part in four to five different cruises to the Caribbean. As a result we were exposed to other elements of the infantry experience and served on various ship types: AKA, LST, LSD and the LPH USS Boxer during those fifteen months. I was, for example, attached to “E” Company during the Cold Weather Training episode of January-February 1960 and remember well pulling another near month of mess duty, unofficial company punishment for purchasing White Lightnin’ from local mountain folk and selling it to the troops, and too climbing that damn Mount Mitchell until the wee hours of the morning with a mortar plate, full field pack and cold weather gear. Then came Solant Amity I.
Not exactly volunteering for the venture, I have to say it provided the very best six months I served in the Corps. All those countries that few ever get to see. All those really great liberty opportunities in places like Trinidad, BWI, Recife, Brazil and Cape Town, SA. And, between ports, while at sea I remained out of sight, with little to no oversight and stayed more squared away than anyone aboard, officer or enlisted, as the sole employee of the mid-0800 watch in the ship’s laundry…with access to the galley, fresh baked bread, coffee and the opportunity to rack out after my “watch” in the laundry.
Of course, those opportunities on base, on board and abroad also provided for some of the less savory adventures of my four years and frequent moves up-and-down the promotion ladder, barely keeping but one stripe away from the brig.
After returning stateside, life remained much as expected until I learned that there was an opportunity to get out of Lejeune in November 1961, a good six months before most who’d first become part of 2-6 in August ’59. I stepped up for a slot at the Marine Corps Institute, where I was expected to grade papers of those taking correspondence courses AND be part of the contingent providing for the Sunset Parade ceremonies in Washington, DC. Nice! “But” added the unit's Gunny: “weekends in the boondocks.”
Explaining that I’d “already acquired those skills” and wasn’t looking forward to “sharpening them further,” the Gunny in apparent disgust with my attitude ordered, instead, that I provide security at a Pentagon post behind Arlington Cemetery near Fort Meade. “Ooorah!” said I…and remained there until released from active duty in March ’63 as a Lance Corporal.
Returning to New York, I went back to those things with which I was most familiar, including work. I was, first, able to find a job with my old employer, Ken Hiberg at Brooklyn Press, a man that had been my mentor and Big Brother since I was 12. My first marriage lasted for a few years, the birth of two children…a son and daughter, the latter having since given me a grand-daughter…and a divorce in ’67. I married again about a decade later. It lasted two years. And, though still in touch, I’ve not since that break-up considered marriage as one of my life’s viable alternatives.
While working in sales, I took a few community college courses in merchandising and business and later turned to the restaurant industry where I spent most of the next two-and-a-half decades working and acquiring a few bad habits, the worse of which being narcotics related. In 1992, I began my remaining lifelong rehabilitation effort when I reconnected with my veteran roots and did a stint in the VA’s detox unit in the Fort Hamilton VA Hospital in Brooklyn. It was the first of many painful but necessary steps in getting control of my life once again.
In ’93, while participating in the first of those rehab efforts of the S.T.A.R. Program at North Port, Long Island VA Hospital, I met a Jesuit priest, "Father Gene," a former shotgun carrying Army chaplain veteran of Vietnam. His and the efforts of many more like him in Building 67A/B of the Narcotics Anonymous rehabilitation facility, over time, brought me still closer to containment…as there is no cure for addiction. By ’96, after three years of in-hospital, half-way house and finally unsupervised three-quarter house attention, direction and my assuming ever greater levels of responsibility and engagement with NA, I had become a speaker in support of the Narcotic Anonymous program and one of those personally assisting others.
I had by ’94, familiar with both printing and business, begun a silk screening outfit of my own called Virgo Graphics. Then, in ’96, I leased a roadside catering truck which served me and my limited overhead lifestyle until July ’11.
At present, I do little more than enjoy my nineteenth year of a “clean & sober” existence, study military history and shoot the breeze and regale my occasional cab service customers and grand-daughter about “The days of old, when we were bold and AR’s were not yet invented. We’d fight with tars, fire our BARs and walk away contented.”
Semper fi to all from former E3/LCorporal John (Sven) R. Svendsen ( sv3n77@gmail.com )

Charles E. Wilson : Born in 1939 and being of divorced parents, I was raised in Montclair, New Jersey and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, kind of back and forth situation. My USMC active duty began in April 1959 at the age of 19, when I left the parental disapproval of Philadelphia for the world's long acknowledged nurturing environment of Parris Island, South Carolina. There, the drill instructors of Platoon 122 picked up where my parents had left off, only the DIs were much, much L O U D E R.
After graduating from boot camp, like the rest of the gang, I continued on to Infantry Training Regiment (ITR), at Camp Geiger. Upon leaving ITR and taking a short leave, I was reassigned to G Company, 2nd Battalion, 6th Marine Regiment, 2nd MarDiv, Camp LeJeune, North Carolina, where I spent my whole 30 month input with the 2nd Platoon of Golf Company. After making several trips to Vieques, Puerto Rico, it was time for Solant Amity, South America and Africa. I remembered the short timers in G-2-6 were always talking about how great GOOD WILL cruises were, so when Solant came along I was ready to go and sure wasn't disappointed - Brazil, Cape Town, Canary Islands, Spain, it was great.
Upon returning to Swamp Lagoon and the 6th Marine area, I figured it was time for a change, as I was wearing out the main service road with my boots. It was clear that what I really needed was something easier on my feet. However, not wanting to appear as though I were pampering myself, I chose the path of "tough love" and volunteered in 1962 for a tour of duty at Marine Barracks, Bermuda where I made corporal and found the duty...OUTSTANDING!!!
There were 35 Marines, 5 Staff NCOs and 3 Officers on that island paradise. I never took any leave. I was afraid the island might not be there when I returned. It was there I busted up my left knee pretty bad and was med-evac'd to the USNH Philadelphia (home), where there was another windfall.
I was reassigned to the Marine Barracks Philadelphia upon being discharged from the hospital, made sergeant, and drove COM4, Admiral Thomas Cavanagh for about 18 months.
Things were going well when the Sergeant Major stepped in and talked me into a re-enlistment to go aviation. And, after a short school in Pensacola, Florida, I was once again banished to the badlands of North Carolina, assigned to a photo recon squadron, VMCJ-2 at Cherry Point, just up the road apiece from that never forgotten "main service road" and Camp LeJeune. Well, as life and even a little bit of intellect would have it, by 1966 I figured "enough was enough." I took a small disability for my knee and headed back to Philly, eliminating entirely the prospect that I would ever walk that main service road again.
Now, being lost without a rank structure and adult supervision, I decided to try the color blue. Joining the Philadelphia Police Department, I thought it would be great not having anyone yelling and telling me what to do. How wrong I was. Very quickly, I learned that I was to continue working for corporals, sergeants, lieutenants, captains, the equivalents of colonels and executives thinking themselves generals. All I did was trade green for blue. Spending my "blue suit" time in a uniformed patrol district, then transferring to Gang Control, then to Juvenile, Juvenile to City Wide Vice...where, for a time, I worked alongside Lieutenant De Bonaventura...then, and finally, I moved onto Organized Crime. After twenty years and all that fun, however, it was 1987 and I was beginning to think that it was time to retire. So, I did, for the first time. Along with Debo by the way.
During this time of laudable and intelligent performance with the Philly P.D., I married Margaret Catherine Mahoney. She worked for Scandinavian Airlines (SAS) at the time and we did a lot of traveling. Sadly, though, never to Capetown.
After giving up the blue suit of the PPD, Margaret and I moved to Orlando, where the Navy was looking for criminal investigators. Margaret had worked for Universal Studios as a marketing manager (obviously, being the smarter one of the family) until we decided it was time for a dual retirement and my triple-dip pension plan: PPD, Federal and SS. Thus, in 2004, we packed everything up for a second time and relocted still further south to Naples, Florida.

[Editor's Note: It is with regret that we announce the death of Charles Wilson on 11 September 2009. Below is posted the notification provided by Charlie's wife, Peggy:

I am so sorry to be sending an e-mail to give you this news, but feel it is the most efficient way to contact you all.

We lost Charlie on Friday morning following what was a very long and valiant fight against cancer. He kept his wonderful sense of humor to the end and never asked “why me?” I was and continue to be so proud of him – he was such a fighter and so courageous – he made his Marine Corps proud I’m sure.

We are having a memorial service here in Naples at 1:00 p.m. on Tuesday, September 15th, at the Fuller Funeral Home, 1625 Pine Ridge Road. It will be very brief, but will provide an opportunity for closure for all of us. If you are in the area, I’m sure we’ll see you there. If not, please remember him in your prayers. Please do not send flowers – he wouldn’t want that, nor do I. We both love animals so very much so if you see fit, a donation to your local animal shelter would go a long way toward making their lives a bit easier. If you would prefer, we couldn’t have made it through these last weeks without Avow Hospice of Naples – their care allowed for Charlie to maintain his dignity throughout and allowed for a peaceful passing. They could also use your support.

Your calls, your cards and your letters meant so much to both of us during the past three years and helped him to know he was never alone in this fight. We are so fortunate to have you all in our lives,

Much love, Peg

May his soul rest in peace.

Charlie Wilson

Ken Kollai

Ed Shea

SPACE AWAITS YOUR ENTRY

SPACE AWAITS YOUR ENTRY

Charlie Wilson (2nd Platoon), Ken Kollai and Ed Shea of the 3rd raised their glasses in celebration of the Corp's birthday on 10 November 2005 during a luncheon together in Naples, Florida. None had seen the others since 1962! The time since and the luncheon went by all too fast.
Charlie has since deceased.[See biography above.]

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