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IN JULY 1941, my newly formed First Marine Division trained along the Atlantic Coast. Life aboard the Navy transports was tough, and morale on the “rust buckets” was rock-bottom. One gray evening, as we stood in ranks, the Marine bugler was ordered to sound “colors.” Tired and seasick, he put his battered instrument to his…

THE MAINTENANCE CREW of my Navy E-2C squadron had worked feverishly to repair my aircraft in time for an important flight. After they declared the plane “up,” they stood by while I conducted a preflight inspection. As I reached behind an equipment box, I skewered my finger on the exposed end of a safety wire,…

SOON AFTER I RETIRED from the Air Force, I went to work in a warehouse where several other military retirees were employed. One day we received a large crate too big to fit in our storage area. A retired Army sergeant major immediately took charge. After 45 minutes of rearranging items and using various lifting…

OUR SQUADRON in Vietnam was experiencing a shortage of air-crew personnel, which meant each of us had to fly extra missions. The general held a briefing and then opened the floor to questions. “Sir,” one flier asked, “when will the pilot-navigator undermanning problem be relieved?” “Captain,” replied the general curtly, “there is no shortage of…
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