Bobby Martin, Corporal
United States Marine Corps
E Company, 2nd Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Division
September 1966-September 1968
I got my tattoo on Fathers Day 1987 or
'88, we stopped at a red light, my wife wanted to buy me something, I
looked out the window, we were
right next to a tattoo parlor, and I said "You know what? I want that
Marine tattoo" My oldest daughter designed the letters along the top,
and I went and got it.
I think about a lot of things when I think of those days.
It's mostly the comradeship; we were like a family in that short period
that we were together. I miss the hell out of them. But I also remember
the day I got wounded. October 21st 1967 -- mortar round. I knew I was
hit bad because I was bleeding in the front -- tore a hole in the front
of my stomach, and there were holes all in my arms and I could feel the
blood all rolling around in my back -- I had a hole up in the middle of
my back, that missed the spine, fortunately, but just nicked the artery.
My best friend said to me "Bobby, I can' t stop the bleeding." I was
weak, I was tired, I knew that I was bleeding to death.
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