Saturday, May 08, 1965 - PFC Greer and I take “Liberty” and go to
“Mainside” PX where Greer buys a “Jim Bowie” knife. The sucker is a foot
long and in a nice scabber. From Oceanside we take a bus into Oceanside
and decide to walk south about 2 - 2 .5 miles along Oceansides main
Highway 101. There are stores to look in and the walk is refreshing.
This is early afternoon and it’s too early to sit in a bar and drink
We start our walk south on the western side of the highway and after
about an hour of looking at store fronts we make our turn and head back
north towards the downtown area. The end of our walk at the turn-a-round
starts the residential area of Oceanside with nice houses and bush
boarders. The highway is 6 lanes wide and another lane for parking on
both side of the road. From the parking lane there is a 3’ section of
“grass” and then the sidewalk we are on. It’s a bright, warm weekend
afternoon with the temperature about 75 degrees with no clouds and a
beautiful blue sky.
As we walk along heading north cars go by in a normal thing. One heading
south yells out. We wave with our arms high. A short time later the same
car, a brand-new 1965 Chrysler 4-door, I believe, pulls along the curb.
There are three high school male students in it making snide remarks. We
told them to “Fudge off.” With that they said something but in a mumbled
slur. We said, “What?” and came towards the car. At that moment the guy
in the rear seat tried to pull out a baseball bat and get it on the
outside of the car. It took him several seconds and Greer said, “Watch
out, he’s got a bat.” With that we both backed up as they were in the
car and a few steps back and we were out of range. The fellow in the
rear seat swung but missed us by several feet.
We exchanged comments with them saying things about faggots in the
Marine Corps and us taunting them about being in their “daddy’s car.”
I said to Greer, “Give me your knife.” He said, “No, I don’t want that
kind of trouble.” I said, “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” With that
he reached in the shopping bag and handed it to me in it’s scrabber. I
showed it to the three of them and with that they said, “What do you
think you are going to do with that you #!@$$% idiot?” as they laughed.
I said, “I’ll show you.” as I grabbed it by the scrabber and took
several steps towards the car’s rear as the punk swung the bat while
hanging out the window and swearing. When I reached the trunk area I
raised my left arm with the knife in hand and brought the gripping knob
down hard on the trunk producing a beautiful deep dent. I did this
several times and left 4 to 6 dents in the trunk before the guy floored
the car and took off to my, “Show that to your dad, We finished up our
walk and had some beers before returning to Las Pulgas.