KOREAN POLICE ACTION
The war began on 25 June 1950 and an armistice was signed on 27 July 1953.
posted: 13 Jan 2011
Most of these pictures were borrowed negatives; some of these pictures were shared, either in Regimental Reserve or "C" Med. in Korea or when we got back stateside from Marine or Corpsmen buddies. Most of these pictures were taken with the old "brownie" camera.
Enjoy: Erasmo "Doc" RIOJAS
Erasmo "Doc" Riojas, a USNavy Hospital Corpsman Third Class received training at 2nd Mar.Div, Camp Lejurne NC Monfort Point and from there was transported to Camp Pendleton CA for combat training in preparation for going to the Korean War with the U.S. Marines. We lived at Camp Pulgas in Tents and practiced beach landings off an APD with full equipment at Camp DelMar CA. We also received winter training at The Marine Corps Mountain Warfare Training Center (MCMWTC) was established in 1951 as a Cold Weather Battalion with a mission of providing cold weather training for replacement personnel bound for Korea. http://www.sierranevadageotourism.org/content/marine-corps-mountain-warfare-training-center-mcmwtc-
Erasmo Riojas HM3 FMF, and Korean Houseboy From the movie "Full Metal Jacket
Clarence Ashby Presley HM3 and Erasmo Riojas HM3 Korean Police Action Ribbons
These Photos below found in the WWW. Scenes that I have in my memory.
A Letter from a Recon U.S.Marine in
January 12, 2011
Subject: Chiggers, Sand Fleas and Scorpions
From the Sand Pit it's freezing here.
I'm sitting on hard, cold dirt between rocks and shrubs at the base of
the Hindu Kush Mountains , along the Dar 'yoi Pomir River , watching a hole that
leads to a tunnel that leads to a cave. Stake
out, my friend, and no pizza delivery for thousands of miles.
I also glance at the area around my ass every ten to
fifteen seconds to avoid another scorpion sting.
I've actually given up battling the chiggers and sand fleas, but the
scorpions give a jolt like a cattle prod. Hurts
like a bastard.. The antidote tastes
like transmission fluid, but God bless the Marine Corps for the five vials of it
in my pack.
The one truth the Taliban cannot escape is that, believe it
or not, they are human beings, which means they have to eat food and drink
water. That requires couriers and
that's where an old bounty hunter like me comes in handy.
I track the couriers, locate the tunnel entrances and storage facilities,
type the info into the handheld, shoot the coordinates up to the satellite link
that tells the air commanders where to drop the hardware. We ! bash som e heads
for a while, then I track and record the new movement.
It's all about intelligence.
We haven't even brought in the snipers yet.
These scurrying rats have no idea what they're in for.
We are but days away from cutting off supply lines and allowing the
eradication to begin.
I dream of bin Laden waking up to find me standing over him
with my boot on his throat as I spit into his face and plunge my nickel-plated
Bowie knife through his frontal lobe. But
you know me, I'm a romantic. I've
said it before and I'll say it again: This country blows, man. It's not even a
country. There are no roads, there's
no infrastructure, there's no government.This is an inhospitable, rock pit shit
hole ruled by eleventh century warring tribes.
There are no jobs here like we know jobs.
Afghanistan offers two ways for a man to support his
family: join the opium trade or join the army. That's it.
Those are your options. Oh, I
forgot, you can also live in a refugee camp and eat plum-sweetened, crushed
beetle paste and squirt mud like a goose with stomach flu, if that's your idea
of a party. But the smell alone of
those 'tent cities of the walking dead' is enough to hurl you into the poppy
fields to cheerfully scrape bulbs for eighteen hours a day.
I've been living with these Tajiks and Uzbeks, and Turkmen
and even a couple of Pushtuns, for over a month-and-a-half now, and this much I
can say for s! ure:&nbs p; These guys, all of 'em, are Huns...
actual, living Huns.. They
LIVE to fight. It's what they do.
It's ALL they do. They have no respect for anything, not for their
families, nor for each other, nor for themselves.
They claw at one another as a way of life. They play polo with dead
calves and force their five-year-old sons into human cockfights to defend the
family honor. Huns, roaming packs of
savage, heartless beasts who feed on each other's barbarism.
Cavemen with AK-47's. Then
again, maybe I'm just cranky.
I'm freezing my ass off on this stupid hill because my lap
warmer is running out of juice, and I can't recharge it until the sun comes up
in a few hours. Oh yeah!
You like to write letters, right? Do
me a favor, Bizarre. Write a letter
to CNN and tell Wolf and Anderson and that awful, sneering, pompous Aaron Brown
to stop calling the Taliban 'smart.' They are not smart.
I suggest CNN invest in a dictionary because the word they are looking
for is 'cunning.' The Taliban are cunning, like jackals and hyenas and
wolverines. They are sneaky and ruthless, and when confronted, cowardly.
They are hateful, malevolent parasites who create nothing and destroy
everything else. Smart. Pfft.
Yeah, they're real smart.
They've spent their entire lives reading only one book (and
not a very good one, as books go) and consider hygiene and indoor plumbing to be
products of the devil. They're still
figuring out how to work a Bic lighter. Talking
to a Taliban warrior about improving his quality of life is like trying to teach
! an ape h ow to hold a pen; eventually he just gets frustrated and sticks you
in the eye with it.
OK, enough. Snuffle
will be up soon, so I have to get back to my hole.
Covering my tracks in the snow takes a lot of practice, but I'm good at
Please, I tell you and my fellow Americans to turn off the
TV sets and move on with your lives. The story line you are getting from CNN and
other news agencies is utter bullshitand designed not to deliver truth but
rather to keep you glued to the screen through the commercials.
We've got this one under control The worst thing you guys can do right
now is sit around analyzing what we're doing over here, because you have no idea
what we're doing, and really, you don't want to know.
We are your military, and we are doing what you sent us here to do.
Recon Marine in Afghanistan
"Freedom is not free...but the U.S. Marine Corps will
pay most of your share".
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a
blank check made payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up
to and including my life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in
this country who no longer understand it.'
During times of deceit, telling the truth is a
George Orwell - Author, "1984"
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