In the Dirty Dozen!
Joseph Wladislaw
Victor Franko
Vernon Pinkley
Samson Posey
Archer Maggott
One of my favorite WW2 movies of all time. No write in votes for Lee Marvin or Earnie or the Lemon Tree douchebag.
(As an added treat you have to match the name with the face. If you can't do that then you are not a real fan)
31 comments:
I'm writing in Lee Marvin, because I now am Lee Marvin. Your cousin Ron cast me.
Oh, you're Wayne and he's Stewart: link
On this, the Marine Corps birthday, I was all primed to call out, "Chesty Puller", but then I saw it was a poll:(
I've never seen it!
Big Boy Posey..Cheyenne.
Telly is Maggot; Clint Walker is Posey; Sutherland is Pinkley; Cassavetes is Franko and Bronson is Wlady. "What does he win Johhny?"
"Well Bob, He wins an Old Spice Soap on a Rope and a workout and shower w/ Jerry Sandusky."
"Wolfgang, wo bist du?"
It's a toss up between Charles Bronson, and John Cassavetes.
No, Richard Jaeckel, the MP who had to go along.
And wasn't afraid of anybody, including Major Reisman.
dbp said...
On this, the Marine Corps birthday, I was all primed to call out, "Chesty Puller", but then I saw it was a poll:(
No Marines in Europe, the Aleutians, New Guinea, the Philippines, or the CBI.
Just Army.
The Big Man Posey! Thanks Troop. First time I blogged on your blog. I have been reading for along time now and being a Veteran and seeing your post I had to...
Kojak is the only one of them that I saw many of when I was in the army. Always a sergeant. The army is much more prosaic than it's portrayed by hollywood. Mainly a bunch of Kojaks protecting their comfortable berths.
MamaM lodges a formal complaint, declaring this to be a poll of old guys set up for old guys.
Aged Beef.
Older than Tuesday's Dry Twat.
Love that movie!
But around this time of year I think more of relatives, long gone, who served and whose faces pop to mind. Which one pops up foremost differs each year; I don't usually know why. This year it's my Uncle (technically, great-uncle) Al, a New York native of, um, humble birth, gone 25ish years now. His family moved in for the duration (which was a while) with my dad's family, which already took care of parts of the next generation up on a live-in basis, in a then-small town west of Chicago. This was World War II. I miss him, and all of them. Only two who lived in that household at the time are still alive (and they were kids). Of the two born at the tail end/just after the end of WWII, one lives. They're old, now, and even I'm older than any of the adults--with the exception of those "in the next generation up" earlier referenced--than any of them were then. Time passes. Times pass. It's good enough not to forget but better yet to remember, however poignant that may be.
Honor be to the veterans on Veterans Day 2011 and beyond.
ooonaughtykitty said...
It's a toss up between Charles Bronson, and John Cassavetes.
You toss? :(
@MamaM: I've got some great venison summer sausage that could see you through.
The other funny thing about all of those people referenced--apart from them all being either immigrants or at most first generation Americans on at least one side--is that all of those not born in other countries were born in New York, except for two. And nary a one, even those two, was born with a silver spoon.
I've got some great venison summer sausage that could see you through
Can't think of the guys name, but this generous offer, chickenlittle, makes MamaM laugh as it brings to mind Captain Newman MD, another favorite soldier in the aged beef category. Newman had a sidekick that would haul an Italian salami out of his locker and offer slices to their psychiatric patients on the mental ward to cheer them up.
Lee Marvin grew up in privilege, but he served in the Marine Corps and fought at the Battle of Saipan. He was a hell of a fisherman too. And he could drink. Well. Not like Bill Holden who was a lush.
Fred4President--Lee Marvin is buried at Arlington with a head stone that lists his rank as PFC--
Which to me is a fine tribute
Please, all, on this day lift a glass to the veterans who did not come back. they are the heroes
Trooper: best--good to run into so many friends from althouse.
Trooper is a racist. He didn't include Jim Brown as Jefferson. Well...maybe he's not a racist just a blindly loyal Giants fan. I was and I remember Brown killing the Giants when they played.
And where's my Old Spice Soap on a Rope?? I need to shower tomorrow, it's Saturday; and Sandusky is busy trying to scrub all his computers.
I don't know who any of those guys are.
I am horny and also "percolating" as a loaf is on it's way.
Do you know there is a name for a sex act that involved pinching a loaf while getting sucked off?
@Titus: TMI
The writers of NCIS did a credible job in this week's episode of presenting the dedication, commitment and excellence present in the Marine Corp. Male and Female
In the favorite category department, MamaM writes in Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Franko is my favorite. "You think I want to Die?!, crazy laugh, "then you don't know Victor Franko"
Jim Brown does well in the movie, but can't run fast enough at the end. Sad.
Kojak wins the "Worst Southern Accent ever by a Yankee Movie actor" award.
Thanks for your service, Roger. As well as to that of the fallen.
BTW, I'm still struggling with the idea of Meade as my secret identity. That would definitely change my gardening ideas.
Mayonnaise, Trini Lopez. As named by Franco.
My favorite soldier? A sailor, actually. My old man.
He dropped out of twelfth grade to enlist in the Navy. Flew Stearman bi-planes for a short time, then went into combat training, and shipped to Guadalcanal. Saw heavy, heavy action.
Never once in his life complained about that, or anything else for that matter.
On leave before shipping out to Guadalcanal, he found out that his dad had stomach cancer. Not treatable.
Granddad bought a couple of brown mugs, and the two of them spent a week together, drinking home brewed beer in the kitchen from those mugs, fully knowing that either way, one or both of them would be dead soon. It was their last time together.
Dad reported to Great Lakes, then shipped to the South Pacific. While Dad was in fighting in the battle of Guadalcanal, Granddad died.
Grandma wrapped up those brown mugs and after the war was over and I was born, she gave them to Dad.
I hit a rough patch a few years back, and the docs needed to take my heart out, fix some stuff, then put it back in. The outcome was iffy.
The old man stopped in a few days before surgery and gave me those brown mugs. I never knew about them before then. We hoisted a few and talked late into a night.
I made it through. I've got the mugs now, wrapped up in linen cloth and safe in a cabinet. All to soon, I'm afraid, I'll need to unwrap them for a last beer with the old man. He's 87 now.
Then I'll pass them along to my son.
MH,
What about your old heart? Mrs. RC says I need one. Still got it around?
Sorry MH, I misread. You still have your old heart - its just been adjusted.
Cool Story about your Granddad and father.
Never mind.
Still tickin', rc, still tickin'.
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