James F. Owings
03-12-05, 01:04 PM
I will never wind up in any history books unless the Space Shuttle lands on my head. I have however bumped into (literally in the case of Cdr. Bucher of the Pueblo) a number of people who did earn places in the history books.
My father was the first liaison officer to the Ethiopian battalion. My first Series Commander in boot camp later commanded the Marine Detachment in Saigon in the final days.
But the most memorable incident took place in early November of 1976 on a flight from New York to Rio to Johannesburg South Africa (and on to points north...)
We were supposed to be on a 747, but instead were crammed into a 707. At Rio more than 1/3rd of the passengers debarked.
I found myself sharing 3 seats with an elderly gentleman. His (somehwhat younger and very pretty) wife was a row or so back with three seats to herself engaged in some sort of project.
After we were "feet wet" over the South Atlantic the gentleman looked at me and said, "I see that you have a Marine Corps pin on the lapel of your suit..."
I was about to reply when I saw the small round button on the lapel of *his* suit. It had white stars on a field of sky blue. I had never seen one of those before, but I could sure guess...
I said, "Excuse me sir, but that represents the Medal of Honor?" He said yes...
He stuck out his hand and introduced himself... "Justice Chambers..." Now I have read Marine Corps history since I was 10 and knew exactly who he was... Navy Cross on Guadalcanal and while commanding a battalion on Iwo managed to wind up with the Medal of Honor.
I said, "Not Jumpin Joe Chambers!?!"
I was 27 and looked 19. He must have been amazed that I ever heard of him. His face almost exploded into a smile.
He told me that he was the representative in the U.S. of the Lesotho Sugar Board and was flying there one last time to break in his replacement.
Except for a nap, he spent the whole flight telling me stories of the old days (he never had a more appreciative audience...) He spoke of his friends and the men that he commanded and loved. He told me (with great relish) about his XO on Iwo... and the suicidal bravery that worthy displayed... justified only because nothing else would do. All those years later it was funny... At the time ...
Colonel Chambers was a gentleman in the best sense of the word. While a fierce warrior, he was a kind man and had a wonderful sense of humor. I could see why his men followed him into the cannon's mouth.
Before we parted I had him autograph the back of my Honorable Discharge from the Marine Corps.
Over the years I have had more than my share of luck. Flying over the middle of nowhere with Colonel Chambers certainly qualifies as one of those times...
---Jim---
My father was the first liaison officer to the Ethiopian battalion. My first Series Commander in boot camp later commanded the Marine Detachment in Saigon in the final days.
But the most memorable incident took place in early November of 1976 on a flight from New York to Rio to Johannesburg South Africa (and on to points north...)
We were supposed to be on a 747, but instead were crammed into a 707. At Rio more than 1/3rd of the passengers debarked.
I found myself sharing 3 seats with an elderly gentleman. His (somehwhat younger and very pretty) wife was a row or so back with three seats to herself engaged in some sort of project.
After we were "feet wet" over the South Atlantic the gentleman looked at me and said, "I see that you have a Marine Corps pin on the lapel of your suit..."
I was about to reply when I saw the small round button on the lapel of *his* suit. It had white stars on a field of sky blue. I had never seen one of those before, but I could sure guess...
I said, "Excuse me sir, but that represents the Medal of Honor?" He said yes...
He stuck out his hand and introduced himself... "Justice Chambers..." Now I have read Marine Corps history since I was 10 and knew exactly who he was... Navy Cross on Guadalcanal and while commanding a battalion on Iwo managed to wind up with the Medal of Honor.
I said, "Not Jumpin Joe Chambers!?!"
I was 27 and looked 19. He must have been amazed that I ever heard of him. His face almost exploded into a smile.
He told me that he was the representative in the U.S. of the Lesotho Sugar Board and was flying there one last time to break in his replacement.
Except for a nap, he spent the whole flight telling me stories of the old days (he never had a more appreciative audience...) He spoke of his friends and the men that he commanded and loved. He told me (with great relish) about his XO on Iwo... and the suicidal bravery that worthy displayed... justified only because nothing else would do. All those years later it was funny... At the time ...
Colonel Chambers was a gentleman in the best sense of the word. While a fierce warrior, he was a kind man and had a wonderful sense of humor. I could see why his men followed him into the cannon's mouth.
Before we parted I had him autograph the back of my Honorable Discharge from the Marine Corps.
Over the years I have had more than my share of luck. Flying over the middle of nowhere with Colonel Chambers certainly qualifies as one of those times...
---Jim---