Veteran spotlight: Tim Dittmer

As part of my continuing efforts to honor veterans, here’s the latest entry. This week, I interview Tim Dittmer, who spent some tough days in Vietnam.

Where were you born?

I was born in Springfield, Illinois. Most of my growing up years were spent in Gary, Indiana. I graduated from Emerson High School in 1968.

When did you serve and where? Also rank attained.

Standdown at Lai Khe.

I enlisted in the Army as a Medical Corpsman on September 23rd in 1968, did Basic at Fort Campbell, Kentucky. I went to Fort Sam Houston in Texas for medic training, then was sent to Schofield Barracks in Hawaii. It was great duty in Hawaii, but it was there I volunteered for Vietnam. When it took too long for me to be sent over, I reenlisted for Vietnam service, thinking it would get me there quicker. That extended my 3-year enlistment. 

In Vietnam, I was assigned to 1st Infantry Division at Lai Khe, about 60 miles northwest of Saigon. My unit was mechanized (using Armored Personnel Carriers), and we stayed out in the field for months at a time, with periodic stand-downs when we went back to base or a stand-down center. We were highly mobile, moving across our Area of Operations, overrunning and destroying enemy base camps. When 1st Infantry was rotated back to the States in 1970, I was transferred to Long Binh, where I served out the rest of my tour as a REMF (Rear Echelon MF).

At the end of my tour, I was assigned to Fort Knox, Kentucky, where I met General Patton’s son. We were providing medical support for his unit while it was on a field exercise. Then, I was promoted to E5 and transferred to 56th General Hospital in Bad Kreuznach, Germany. I served the rest of my enlistment there, working in the ER. I was discharged at Fort Dix on the 22nd of March in 1972.

Who was your childhood hero?

I had a lot of them. Zorro was my hero at a very early age, and I later moved on to Crazy Horse, the Lakota war leader, and Geronimo, the Apache leader. About the time I graduated from high school, my admiration turned to one of my uncles who served in World War II. He was in the Navy, in a unit that worked at clearing obstacles at the Normandy landings. The family story is that he was one of the first underwater demolitionists.

What made you want to join up?

I had a cousin who served in Vietnam, a medic with 101st Airborne. The way he carried himself and the respect the family had for him made me think it was a good thing.

Tell us some of the big lessons you learned from serving.

I guess the biggest lesson I learned in the Army was teamwork. I’ve always been a loner, and the Army was big on teamwork. They really drilled it into us in basic. I also met, and learned to work with, people from just about every social stratum in the U.S.

What was your most harrowing experience, that you’re willing to share?

In Vietnam, we had sent out a patrol from our platoon’s position. They were hit and we loaded up the APCs to go support them. En route to their position, the .50 gunner of the lead APC opened up. The column stopped and I went prone on the track to make myself a smaller target. Our .50 gunner swung the barrel over my head and opened up. It was so loud, and the barrel was so hot that I slithered under the barrel and down the front of the APC. I worked my way around the side of the APC, looked around and realized there were enemy bunkers on both sides of us.

What do you wish those who have never served better understood?

The price that is paid by those who serve.

Gearing up for insertion

Are there any service members that you know, or served with, that you’d like to honor their sacrifice by naming?

I served with a guy in Hawaii, that was kind of an inspiration to me. I won’t name him, as I’ve lost track of him and am not certain he’d want to be named. He was a Tennessee boy, full of piss and vinegar. He and I went through medic training together at Fort Sam Houston, were both put through Leadership Preparation Cadre courses, and ended up posted to Hawaii together. We volunteered for Vietnam at the same time, but while I got antsy and reenlisted to hurry things up, he stayed the course. He ended up going to Nam before I did, was assigned to 101st Airborne. Before he shipped out, I asked him what he thought of all the talk about how the war was morally wrong and the U.S. was evil, etc. He said, “It’s my country. I’m gonna support it.”

What are your thoughts about the two major wars going on right now? Iraq and Afghanistan? Or any other thoughts on foreign policy that just frustrate you to no end.

I sure hope somebody knows what they’re doing.

Tell me the most heroic thing you ever saw, if you can.

I won’t cite a specific case, but I saw instances of guys standing up to the risk to get the job done. From night patrols to rolling into enemy base camps. I can still see them, firing into the night, calling in artillery or air support, waving an arm to position somebody. They were something.

Share with us a story of a leader who inspired you while you served.

My platoon sergeant in Vietnam, an Army Ranger, was quite the guy. When the shit hit the fan, he knew what to do and made sure people did it.  He also did a good job of keeping the squabbles down and kept us well supplied. If a letter needed to be written to the next of kin of a KIA, he took care of it and made sure we all signed. He held stuff together.

What do you wish for the country?

I’d like to see the anger and hatred toned down, opposing views presented truthfully, with more logic and less heat. I’d like to see a return to reason.

Any closing thoughts or anything you’d like to add?

Thanks, Stan for asking me to do this. It’s an honor for me, a guy who is no kind of hero, to be thought of in a positive light by a fellow veteran.

Closing remarks from Stan: I really want to thank Tim for doing this. When I asked him, I wasn’t sure he’d do it. We’ve talked offline for a few years as we’ve both done the writing thing, and Tim isn’t one to tell a bunch of BS war stories. Or real ones, either.

One of those guys I’ve just come to respect and appreciate through the years. He’s an author, too, and a damned good one, though you’ll never hear him talk about it. Here’s his website: And if you want to check out a book that’s deep and still has me marveling several years later, check out The Valley Walker.

Tim had no idea I was writing the latter part about his writing, and he’ll probably be a little frustrated with me, but I’ll take the brunt of that. He’s done a lot to help me with my writing through the years, so he’ll just have to tolerate me mentioning his books. 

And I’ll just add one thing: it was quiet, reserved men such as Tim, who had served in Vietnam, that I looked up to growing up. That made me want to serve my country and put on a uniform.

It was also men such as him, and men before him who served in World War II and Korea, that always caused me to feel I never quite measured up. I think us veterans never feel we quite did enough.

I’ll never forget an old man who cut me off once, as I was sharing a story about a man that had won the Medal of Honor.

He was a decorated veteran himself and he cut me off and pointed right at me, and he said, “Son, just stop right there. You’re a hero.”

I asked him what he meant, and he said, “Well, didn’t you go over there to Albania? Help rescue a lot of Americans?”

I said, “Yes, but I didn’t –“

He cut me off. “You’re a hero. You volunteered. You did your duty. And you would have paid the price if it was necessary. So just stop right there. You’re a hero.”

He went on to add that even those who served and never deployed, they were heroes for even signing up. 

So to the veterans out there, of any branch, of any MOS, I say this: “You’re a hero. You’re the 1 percent.”

And in that line of thinking, I need your help. If you know a veteran you’d like to have honored? Email me. You can reach me at I’ll take it from there.

Hope you enjoyed the article, and thanks again to Tim. Now, get me some nominations. I need lots of help making this happen.

I really would like to do this on a pretty-regular basis, as just one very small way for me to help honor those who have sacrificed so much.

Semper Fidelis,

Stan R. Mitchell


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Even if the peace deal falls through, the war in Afghanistan is over

As some of you may have heard, the U.S. is getting closer to a peace deal in Afghanistan. The news has been mostly buried by the presidential race and the fears of the Coronavirus, but President Trump first announced a potential treaty with the Taliban roughly a week ago.

It was pretty big news because it would end our war in Afghanistan, after nearly two decades of war.

But today, that entire process hit a pretty big snag because the Taliban launched 43 attacks on checkpoints across Helmand yesterday. That, in turn, prompted America to launch its first airstrike since announcing the agreement. (See article about all this here.)

All of this has caused mixed feelings for me, and I wanted to share my thoughts on it. And also see how you guys are feeling about it.

Clearly, the Taliban see weakness, and they’re not holding back. Why else launch 43 attacks after getting some pretty good terms from us.

And obviously, we essentially have no leverage. We want out. The Taliban knows we want out.

No one can negotiate when one side isn’t as passionate as the other about holding strong to their position.

As James LaPorta, a prior Marine and journalist who covers the military said, America is willing to release 5,000 Taliban prisoners as a part of this peace deal. And yet, it’s still not enough. The Taliban is still pushing.

Lest we forget, less than eight years ago, releasing even five prisoners was enough to cause nation-wide outrage. Now, we’re ready to release 5,000, and I’ve barely heard any criticism.

All of this brings up a couple of major points. First, we all know that if Obama were doing this, the screaming from those on the right would be deafening. (Or maybe not after twenty years.)

But the fact is that Trump has the base on his side and could probably negotiate anything with the Taliban and not face much criticism. Folks just want out. And maybe Trump, or at least a Republican, is the perfect person to negotiate our exit. (I’m not saying I’m a Trump supporter; I’m not saying I’m a Trump enemy. Just saying he might be the perfect person to negotiate this since he’s had a more isolationist-type stance on foreign policy, which is pretty rare in the Republican Party.)

The second major point is the country is tired. Very tired. (At least of this war; probably Iraq/Syria, too. And a true victory seems as far away now as 10+ years ago.

It might not happen immediately, but in the grand scheme of things, this war is over. That’s clear.

We’re done, and the Taliban isn’t.

And maybe that’s a good thing.

Personally, I would have preferred to maintain a base for special ops guys to launch attacks from, but probably this will happen from Afghan bases from time-to-time anyway, and we’ll never even hear about it unless it goes dreadfully wrong.

At any rate, those are my thoughts on the matter. What say you guys? Are you ready for it to be over, no matter the terms of the peace deal? Or do you think we hang in there longer, until the country is more stable? (Let’s have a civil, non-political discussion in the comments, if you’re game. Please limit attacks to the other side. Over-the-top comments will be deleted.)

So, fire away below. I’d love to hear your all’s thoughts.

Semper Fidelis,

Stan R. Mitchell


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Veteran of the week: Mike Pressley

I mentioned earlier this week that I wanted to start honoring veterans on a roughly weekly basis, and here’s the first of what I hope to be many interviews.

This week’s interview is with Mike Pressley, a Marine who served in the early ’80s, and lost a lot of great friends in the 1983 Beirut barracks bombing.

Mike Pressley on graduation day, with his Mom. Taken on 10/23/79.

Where were you born? Goldsboro, NC, in 1961. My Dad was in the Air Force and was stationed at Seymour Johnson Air Force Base at the time. Or as he liked to call it, Skidmore Junction Airplane Camp. I have two older brothers. David was born at Barksdale Air Force Base in Bossier City, LA, in ’55. Mark at McDill Air Force Base in Tampa, FL, in ’58.

When did you serve and where? From August 1st, 1979 to July 31st, 1983. After graduating from Parris Island October 23, 1979, I was sent to 2nd Marine Division, Camp LeJeune, NC. I did a couple of months with 2/2, got sent to radio school at Camp Geiger, graduated from there in March of ’80, went back to 2/2 for a short time, before going back to Geiger to 1/8. You’ve heard of 1/8, right?

Who was your childhood hero? I don’t know. My Dad died when I was 8. He had phlebitis (blood clots). We were stationed on Okinawa because he kept the B-52s, which were pounding targets in Vietnam, flying. The climate there aggravated his phlebitis to the point that it killed him. This happened just a couple of weeks before we were to be medevaced back to the states. So he was probably it, but I really don’t remember having a hero.

What made you want to join up? I knew that I didn’t want to go to college, even though I had a full ride from my Dad’s VA benefits. I had figured that I’d join the military, maybe the Army. After the Air Force pretty much killed my Dad, it wasn’t going to be them. Then, my junior year in high school, I read a book. “Battle Cry” by Leon Uris. It’s about the Marines in WW2, based on Mr. Uris’ experiences with 2/6.

As a radio operator. I hadn’t really had any exposure to the Corps before this, but his story of the challenges of Boot Camp, the camaraderie of the Corps, and his experiences in combat sent me to the recruiter. I signed up in the delayed enlistment program the summer of ’78 and left for Parris Island after graduation the following year.

The 1/8 Comm unit on Sardinia in 1982, less than a year before the bombing. (Mike is in the shades leaning on the Marine with the white shirt on. The following were KIA 10/23/83. John Weyl is center, graying hair, mustache, and no cover. Anthony Brown is the dark green Marine immediately behind Mike over his left shoulder. Johnny Copeland is at the very top. John Phillips is on the left with his cover turned sideways, finger extended. Ron Shallo is the one holding his arm. Rafael Pomalestorres is over John Weyl’s left shoulder, wearing glasses and cover.

Tell us some of the big lessons you learned from serving. I lived a pretty sheltered life, even with loosing my father at a young age. My Mom moved us back to Goldsboro after he died. We had friends there and full base privileges. After some time in the Corps, I realized that the rest of the world wasn’t like little ol’ Goldsboro and a lot of the people in it weren’t like the folks from my hometown. Especially after a couple of Med floats, Caribbean cruises, and being sent to Key West, FL, during the Mariel boat lift. It’s a hard and cruel world out there. But on the flip side of that, I made friends on a level that I had never experienced before and have very few times since. Life-long friends. Except the ones killed on a Sunday morning in Beirut in 1983. But, they’re still with me.

What was your most harrowing experience, that you’re willing to share? (This can be a training event, as I think most civilians aren’t aware of how dangerous even peacetime service can be.) Most harrowing experience. A couple. Anti-tank training on LeJeune. A back hoe dug a trench, couple of feet wide maybe 4 feet deep. We got down in the trench and 3 M-60 tanks drove over us, the idea being that we would then pop up and shoot them in the rear end with imaginary LAAWS rockets. Keep in mind that at that point the cold war was raging and we were training to fight the Soviets hordes who were expected to pour into eastern Europe at any time.

Only the trench collapsed and we had to dig ourselves out. Bob Calhoun, AKA Cowboy Bob, was really buried and we had a time getting him out. It would presage his riding the roof of the Battalion Landing Team down in Beirut a few years later, along with Joe Martucci. (Editor’s Note: Pressley is referring to the 1983 Beirut barracks bombings, which killed 241 Marines and was the bloodiest day for the Corps since World War II.) They had to dig themselves out then too.

Calhoun and Martucci were sent up there on the night of October 22nd to call in a medevac for a Marine that had been shot by one of the many militias that were shooting at them during that time. When the mission secured at oh-dark-thirty, the Communications Officer (One Zero in Grunt lingo), Lt. Boccia went up and told them that they might ought to just sleep up there as it was hot as Hell downstairs. They did and it saved their lives when the bombing occurred. They were probably one of the last ones to see the One Zero (Lt. Boccia) alive. He went back downstairs and died in the attack at 0622 the next morning.

Another harrowing incident was in 29 Palms for a CAX in 1981.I’m sure that you’ve been there, lovely place isn’t it? I’m with Alpha Company (heard of them?) as the FAC team leader (Forward Air Control) and the grunts are attacking one of the tire towns. Simulated structures made from stacks of old tires, they do a pretty good job of adsorbing rounds. Gotta train with live ammo at some point.

Weapons platoon has their M-60s set up on a rise overlooking tire town, providing a base of fire for the grunts. They’re laying down the lead and stop firing so the Grunts can start moving in. They do, but then the M-60s open back up hitting the grunts. One was killed and a couple more shot. I can clearly remember the screams of a guy that was shot but mostly the anger of the Grunts. They wanted to go and kill the guys in Weapons platoon. Me being the FAC, I called in the medevac chopper and got the injured out and to the hospital. It’s kinda different when it’s for real. The training kicks in and you do your job.

What do you wish those who have never served better understood? What I wish those that never served understood? The Suck. You know what I mean. The games, the bullsh*t that we put up with in the Grunts. Long hours, longer humps. The cold, the heat. The lousy chow. The sometimes not being any chow, but you gotta keep going. All of that. But on the flip side, is the Title. United States Marine. When civilian types ask about military life, I usually tell them that the Marine Corps causes permanent brain damage and that I’m living proof. They usually don’t know what to say or laugh a kind of nervous laugh.

Are there any service members that you know, or served with, that you’d like to honor their sacrifice by naming? Service members I know or served with that I’d like to honor? Yeah, my Dad. Tech Sergeant Hugh Pressley. If it wasn’t for somebody needing to keep those planes flying to try and bomb the Vietnamese back to the stone age, he wouldn’t have been on Oki. And I like to think that he wouldn’t of died at 37 years old.

I’d also like to honor the 220 Marines, 18 Sailors and 3 Soldiers who were KIA on 10/23/83 in Beirut, Lebanon. A good number of those were guys I knew. Guys I lived with, guys I served with, guys that shared their lives with me. Some, like Ron Shallo from Hudson, NY, were guys that I spent the entire time I was in the Corps with. Ron and I went to Boot Camp together, same series, different platoons.

When we checked into 2nd MARDIV after boot camp leave, I recognized him while we standing in line waiting for our orders. I got Comm Platoon, H&S CO. 2/2. When he drew the same, I asked him if he had a car. “Nope,” he said. “I do,” I said. “Get your sea bag and we’ll go find our new home.”

We were like peas in a pod after that. When we got back from radio school, 2/2 was in the field. Us being the boot radiomen, we got stuck on mid-watch in the Combat Operations Center. After a couple of nights of radio watch, we had climbed into our hootch one morning to get some rack time. Hadn’t been there long when the flap gets pulled open, it’s the platoon sergeant, SGT. Howard. “I need 2 radio operators to go to 1/8 for a Med float.”

Ron looks at me and says. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” We pack our gear, get a ride back to mainside, pack our sea bags and head to our new home, back on Camp Geiger.

The next few years are Med floats, field ops, liberty, good times and bad. Life in the grunts. Fast forward to April of 1983. 1/8 is going to Beirut, 2/8, 3/8, and 2/6 have been there and now it’s 1/8’s turn. I’m short, with a wife and a newborn, so I’m getting out and trying my hand at civilian life. Along with a couple of others.

But there’s some Comm Marines that are extending their contracts to go to Lebanon, including Pete Murphy, Eric Washington, and Ron Shallo. I happen to run into Ron one morning coming out of the H&S Company office after formation, and he’s wearing a strange expression on his face. I ask him what’s up and he informs me that he’s just extended for 6 months to go to Beirut. He then says the words that I will never forget, as long as I walk this earth. “Come on and go with us Mike. We’ll go over there, do our time and come back with some ribbons on our chests and some stories to tell our grandchildren.”

I told him that I couldn’t do it, and he said that he understood. Shortly thereafter, I was transferred to Comm PLT, Headquarters Company, 8th Marine Regiment, and someone filled my billet with 1/8. I remember standing on the quad on Camp Geiger in early May, watching 1/8 load their gear and get on the buses taking them to Morehead City to embark aboard the US Navy ships that would deliver them to Beirut. We said our goodbyes, promising to write, and making plans to party when they returned.

They left, I stayed at Geiger until June 6th, when I started terminal leave. Being from Goldsboro, I was only a couple of hours away from home so I didn’t use a lot of my leave time. 54 days later at the end of July, I was officially out of the Corps, at least the active duty part. I still had about a year of inactive reserve time left, but no big deal. I received a couple of letters and post cards from the guys, and wrote a couple back. I basically got on with my life, finding a job and settling in to being a member of the 1st Civ Div.

Then on Sunday morning, October 23rd, my phone rang. It was my oldest brother telling me to turn my TV on, that something was going on over in Beirut. The next week or so really sucked, keeping in mind that the internet hadn’t been invented. Watching the news when I could, looking for familiar faces and not seeing any. Then the casualty lists started showing up in the newspaper. And it was bad. H&S Company was decimated, especially Comm. A lot of names. It ended up being like 33 out of 64 in Comm. Bad.

Three weeks later on Sunday morning, November 13th, my phone rings. It’s Cowboy Bob, him and Joe Martucci were dropped off at Geiger the night before with the uniforms on their backs and not much more, and they were asking if I could please come get them the Hell off of the base for a bit. After riding the roof of the Battalion Landing Team down, they had spent some time trying to help pull guys out off the rubble. It ended up being mostly bodies and parts of bodies.

They were directed to the Marine Amphibious Unit headquarters for medical treatment and guidance, the (MAU) assuming command of the Battalion Landing Team at that point. A couple of days later, they were sent to Germany where the casualties were being sent and given the job of trying to help identify bodies and parts of bodies. They then ended back in the states and were dropped off at Geiger, instructed to report to Headquarters Company to wait for the rest of the Battalion Landing Team to come back.

Keep in mind they were scheduled to rotate out of Beirut in November, and they still had to back-load all of their gear, de-snail in Naval Station Rota, Spain, and cross the Atlantic.

So I spend the day listening to them describe what had been going on over there leading up to the bombing, the actual attack, and the aftermath. And trying to wrap my brain around it all. That so many of Comm was gone, yet here were Joe and Bob. Surreal, to say the least. I stayed with them until late that Sunday, dropping them off only because I had to work Monday.

When the remnants of Comm got back, several of them would come up to my house on the weekends to get away from J-Ville (Jacksonville) and blow off steam. Many late nights listening to their stories, still in shock that so many of the guys were gone. We all had big holes in us. But that time helped me. I like to think that it did the same for them.

One by one, they exited active service and went home. Over the years, numbers change, folks moved, and I lost touch with a lot of them. Except Joe. We’ve stayed close, talking on the phone regularly, even vacationing together. Bob kinda dropped off the face of the earth. The last time I talked to him was in 2008 at the 25th anniversary ceremony in J-ville at The Wall. Next time I tried to reach out to him at the number I had, his ex-wife told me that he had passed away several months before from a heart attack.

It was like being hit in the head with a baseball bat. Him and Joe had had a falling out years earlier over something. When I called him with the news, he took it really hard. The strange thing was, when I found Bob’s obituary online, there was no mention of his service in the Corps. Nothing.

Talking with another Comm Marine from San Antonio, Bob’s hometown, he said that Bob had dropped off the radar and wouldn’t have anything to do with him. I guess that’s how he handled the tragedy that he had lived. We’ll never know. So, yeah, all of those guys that didn’t make it home. And in case you didn’t notice, Ron Shallo was killed 4 years to the day that we graduated from Parris Island.

What are your thoughts about the two major wars going on right now? Iraq and Afghanistan? Or any other thoughts on foreign policy that just frustrate you to no end. As far as what’s going on in Iraq and Afghanistan, it’s just the same old same old. Our guys dying for folks who really don’t give a crap about them.

What do you wish for the country? As for the future of our country, it looks like this coming election could be the one that determines the future of our democracy. Either keep what we’ve got or fundamentally change in to a “democratic socialist” country, whatever the Hell that means. It’s a dangerous road to go down, even if these clowns are telling us that the socialists are gonna get it “right’ this time. All I’m gonna say about that.

Closing remarks from Stan: I really want to thank Mike for sharing all this in a public forum. I hope you all have enjoyed it as much as I have. Mike said it had been very therapeutic typing it all out, so maybe he got as much out of it as I’m sure the readers who read it got out of it.

Thanks again, Mike, and two quick closing points.

First, if you’re a veteran or Marine who needs to re-connect with Mike or some of his unit’s members, email me at I’ll get you in touch with Mike privately, after getting his permission.

Secondly, I need your all’s help. Know a veteran you’d like to have honored? Email me. You can reach me at I’ll take it from there.

Hope you enjoyed the article, thanks again to Mike, and thank you in advance for those who have already sent me nominations. I need lots of help making this happen.

I really would like to do this on a pretty-reuglur basis, as just one very small way for me to help honor those who have sacrficied so much.

Semper Fidelis,

Stan R. Mitchell


About me: I write exciting, fast-paced thrillers. Both military action and mystery whodunnits. Ten books penned. 70,000+ sold. I also try to only write about positive things on my blog, so please consider subscribing. Or, you can sign up for my new release mailing list, where I will literally only email you when I publish a book. And obviously, if you’re looking for a quick, fun read, then click the link to check out my books. #USMC #SemperFidelis