Colonel Marion Cranford Dalby, USMC

...a tribute…a dedication…to a friend, a leader, a Marine

In ones life, you meet many men and women…most of them are friendly, modestly intelligent, interesting and a pleasure to have as an acquaintance or a friend. If you are extremely fortunate, you will meet one or two individuals who will truly, positively affect your career…cause you to lift and reset your goals and objectives …and literally change your life. 

As one grows older and has essentially “completed the career game”, one often looks back over the years and wonders what your life would have been like, if you had not met such an influential individual… for awhile you think about “what might have been” …then you suddenly stop…your mind “smiles” and you feel that “rosy glow” as it warms your thoughts…for more than a few moments you savor the memories and then say to yourself…“wasn’t that a wonderful experience”. 

I don’t know what my life would have been like if I had not met Cranford Dalby, but I am so pleased that I did. So now you know why I dedicate this modest story to the most outstanding Marine I met during my twenty some years in the Corps.


I wanted you to know more about Marion Cranford Dalby... the leader and the one most responsible for the development of the  bombing system. He was our leader, then a Captain at Pt. Mugu in 1949... one of the most energetic , intelligent officers I have ever known. After flying dive bombers in WWII, and years after his MASRT experience...he headed as project during the Vietnam developing a "Bluebook" for the Navy... a book that cataloged every type of "Junk" sailing the Vietnam coast.. made it easy to identify the home port., hence "enemy" or "friendly"... Google JUNK BLUE BOOK for more info


He was a man, take him for all is all
I shall not look upon his like again

William Shakespeare

Back in the Old Corps

I have recently learned of your organization and that your name "Devastate Charlie" was in recognition of the Marines at Pt. Mugu who conceived and built the first air support radar/ control for all weather bombing. The original group of four officers and eight enlisted Marines built the gear. 

Once they were approved to take the gear to Korea, they were augmented by other Marines... joined the 1st Marine Division for the Fall Offensive in 1951.... Their radio call sign was Devastate Charlie. Only two of the original group survive today....Robert G. Harris (LtCol Ret) and John Seissinger (LtCol Ret). 

 How do I know all this?....I am Robert Harris, then a 1st Lt....and John Seissinger was a Tech Sgt.. It so happens that tomorrow, March 16th, John and I are going to speak to the Marines of MASS-3. I am now 93 years of age and John is 3 years younger. I have a book as a Kindle E book .."Many Come, Few Are Chosen" in which I write in detail about our project from start to finish. I would be pleased to provide any other info .... incidentally. We did have an "unofficial" patch...a picture of it is in the book.

Semper Fi....

Bob Harris

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Great to hear from you, Bob.

Anything you want to send me I will put on the blog

Marines, you can order the book at:

https://www.amazon.com/Many-Come-Few-Are-Chosen-ebook/dp/B005CQOXPU


Semper Fi


Craig Hullinger

AMONG MY SOUVENIRS

Congressman Sam Johnson and Dr. Kay Tracy

 
I am attaching a copy of my "bracelet speech". I belonged to an organization in DC called Capitol Speakers. Women in the public eye, such as ambassadors' wives, as well as TV personalities, etc., joined to take a speech course and then practice speaking at monthly meetings. I wrote this little talk to give to that group. Sam Johnson, Congressman, from Texas, was supposed to attend for the presentation but that was the day when the Capitol was evacuated because of an anthrax (?) scare, so he didn't make it. Subsequently, I, along with George and some friends, went to his office and had the presentation there.

Sam Johnson read the little talk into the Congressional Record. As you will gather, I had his bracelet. I am attaching a picture as well. Sam has a bad arm, suffered as a result of torture while imprisoned in the Hanoi Hilton, where he was John McCain's roommate.


 
I still find the whole thing moving. By the way, a nun had John McCain's bracelet.

Dr. Kay Blythe Tracy
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[Congressional Record: December 20, 2001 (Extensions)
Page E2347] From the Congressional Record Online via GPO Access  [wais.access.gpo.gov] [DOCID:cr20de01pt2-31]


AMONG MY SOUVENIRS

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HON. SAM JOHNSON
of Texas
in the House of Representatives
Wednesday, December 19, 2001


Mr. SAM JOHNSON of Texas. Mr. Speaker, I submit the following article by Kay Blythe Tracy, Ph.D.:

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Americans now are inspired and united by every musical note of "God Bless America.'' But back in the sixties, we were a nation in discord, singing many different tunes. Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote songs of Camelot, while Pete Seeger asked, "Where have all the young men gone?''

The story I'm going to tell you today is about what happened to one of those young men. This story began in the sixties, when POW/MIA bracelets were conceived as a way to remember missing or captive American prisoners of war in Southeast Asia. Traditionally, a POW/MIA bracelet is worn until the man named on the bracelet is accounted for, whether it be 30 days or 35 years.

I bought my bracelet in 1970 for $2.50. It has, "Lt. Col. Samuel Johnson, April 16, 1966'' engraved on it. I wore the bracelet faithfully for many years, but eventually took it off and put it away. But every time I opened my jewelry box, I saw it. And every time I saw it, I was saddened, and I thought of Lt. Col. Johnson, and I said a little prayer.

The bracelet led to my first foray into the wonderful world of e-Bay, the on-line auction service, where I listed it for sale. I thought that anyone who would buy it would treasure it and it would be out of my sight, out of my mind. To my surprise, bidding on the bracelet was brisk.

On the seventh, and final, day of the auction, my husband George asked me if I knew what had happened to Col. Johnson.

"No,'' I replied. "I never wanted to know.'' But George went to the Internet, and returned with information. Of the more than twenty-five hundred POWs, and the three to six thousand MIAs, only 591 men returned. My brother, a Marine Lieutenant, did not.

After spending seven years as a prisoner of war, Sam Johnson did.

I was so happy I cried.

When I contacted Congressman Johnson's office, his aide, McCall Cameron, told me that he and Mrs. Johnson were on vacation with their grandchildren.

Grandchildren! More tears.

Congressman Johnson said he would very much like to have his bracelet. So, I cancelled the e-Bay auction, and today I am returning this souvenir. In the words of Randy Sparks, "A million tomorrows will all pass away, ere I forget all the joy that is mine today.''

And in my own words, I say to Sam, finally,

"Welcome home.''

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To Dr. Tracy, I say, "Thank you. We will never forget. God bless you.''

Congressman Sam Johnson