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Created/Owned By 00 Allen, Mathew (Woodrow), 1stSgt320
Last Updated: Dec 9, 2008
Memories For This Unit
Best Moment When,after many requests, my tranfer for overseas duty with the 1stMarDiv was finally approved.
Other Memories I was assigned as 7th Recruit Bn Investigator,responsible for:
1. Refingerprinting hundreds of recruits who reported to MCRD with faulty fingerprint records due to carelessness or lack of knowledge concerning proper methods of taking prints by the recruiting offices.
2. Interviewing and verifying the claims of many, many draftees who wished to be classified as conciencious objectors.They all had letters from Pastors, Mayors, Teachers and one Mailman. All stating that Private (fill in the blank)was a pious and devout person and could never take up arms against another human being. I had fairly good sucess in convincing them (mostly the ones I determined were fakers) to accept their duty to serve in the USMC. I explained that the Corps had very few billets for Chaplain's Assistants and they were all filled at present.Some others I told to discuss the matter with their DI. A few reported back to me the next day "Sir,I want to be a Marine!" When I asked about an apparent bruise or black eye, the response was "Sir, I fell over my locker box."
SPENDING ABOUT ONE WEEK IN USNH BALBOA PARK, BEING CHECKED OUT FOR A POSSIBLE REOCCURANCE OF MY TB. AFTER BEING COMPLETELY EXAMINED AND COMPARING CURENT X-RAYS WITH THE OLD ONES I CARRIED WITH ME EVER SINCE I LEFT THE 2ND DIV. I WAS ALLOWED TO RETURN TO DUTY.
Fond memories of spending most liberty weekends in Tijuana, enjoying the Bull Fights at El Toreo de Tijuana and Jai Lai games at the Jai Lai Palace. Also devouring many Tacos and a few cervezas(mas o menos) before heading back to San Diego. Often I would come upon a Marine or sailor who overloaded his cerveza capacity and was totaly drunk as a skunk. Such individuals were usually picked up and put in the Tijuana Jail, which is not a good place to be for anyone. I would get them across the border to the Shore Patrol Office and let them sober up there, a much safer place than the Tijuana Jail House.
