W.R. Spicer

“I’d never been winched out of the sea by a hovering helicopter before and it was a little bit of an experience.  I knew I’d be pretty heavy but the crewman made it look very easy when he spun me around and pulled me in the cabin.      Capt Birbeck and he were both talking to me at once, wanting to know if I was alright.  He and the crewman were busy examining the mark on my neck.      “Spicer, are you sure you’re all right?”      “Yeah, I got a little scrape on my throat from the helmet chin strap and a small lump on the bridge of my nose, but I’m ok; why, is there something wrong?”      “You might say that.  The pilot decided he didn’t like the way the swell was running and decided to move to a different location to put us out.  The crewman was tapping you on the shoulder to tell you to get back in because we were going someplace else.  We aren’t sure but think you may have gone out about 100 feet instead of 50 and we were pretty sure you’d be injured.  You may have accidentally broken a record.”      “NO SHIT?!!”      “They were really worried but I told them you can’t hurt one of those damn U.S. Marines!”      “Same for the Royal Marines, right!”      He broke into a big grin and gave me a light tap on the head.      He said, “Right, but I’m not jumping out of this helicopter at a hundred fucking feet just to prove it mate!!!”
― W.R. Spicer, Sea Stories of a U.S. Marine Book 3 ON HER MAJESTY'S SERVICE

“Clark went on to tell us that we would provide a color guard every Friday for the recruit parade.  There would also be color guard details all over the San Diego area.   Any service club, school, ball team of any kind that wanted a color guard at their event could get one just by asking.   “You’re lucky it isn’t football season or we might as well live in our dress blues.”
― W.R. Spicer, Sea Stories of a U.S. Marine, Book 1, Stripes to Bars