Sunday, October 31, 2010

Howz about some History.........

....and a bit of the reason why I get excited about being a Member of the ValoIT Marine Team.........

It's difficult to dig up the VERY older manuscripts/ Histories of the Corps, but I have lucked out in searching, and so......well, so have you, if you have an interest......

My Family have served, 'supposedly', from the inception of The Corps. Older Brother, Chu Lai in Viet Nam, The 'SarMajor, my Dad on Peleliu....3 Purple Hearts, 2 Bronze and a Silver Star, Grandad at Belleau Wood.....the Teufel Hunden of Legend...the whole dammfamily has no sense........

But here's a bit that most Folks haven't seen. We....well Marines, all know the verse "To the shores of Tripoli".......

But what was it and what happened, and why is it a part of the Hymn? on, from the real deal History......

The War with Tripoli...................

1803. The services of a portion of the Marine Corps were
brought into active requisition in the war between the United
States and Tripoli. In the contests of that war, alike in victory
and in defeat, the Marines were foremost at every point where
bravery and discipline could win success or crown seeming fail
ure with the elements of real triumph. When the brave Bain-
bridge, on the 3ist of October, 1803, in an hour of misfortune,
accidentally ran the Philadelphia on a reef, under the guns of the
enemy s batteries, the Marines made most gallant exertions to
prevent the ship being taken ; and when every effort failed,
and ship and men fell into the enemy s hands, Lieutenant
William Osborne, who commanded the Marines, with his brother
officers and men. suffered all the privations and horrors of a
captivity in Barbary. During the following year, in the mem
orable attack of the American forces on the Tripolitan gun-boats
on the 3rd of August, the Marines made a terrible and bloody
onslaught on the enemy. A hand-to-hand conflict ensued, the
Marines punishing the Tripolitans fearfully, and forcibly illus
trating the advantage of discipline and skill over the lack of train
ing among the forces with which they were brought in contact.
The official report of the fight gives great credit to the Marines,
and as an incident of the contest, it is stated that when Lieu
tenant Trippe, who was engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with a
Turk, was hard pressed, a Turk aimed a blow at him from
behind, but just before the blow fell, Sergeant Meredith of
the Marines passed a bayonet through the Turk s body.

1805. Among the few Americans who accompanied General
Eaton in his famous strategic move against the usurping Bashaw
of Tripoli, was Lieutenant O Bannon of the Marines, who took
an active part in disciplining and leading the motley army which
marched on Derne for the double purpose of restoring Hamet
Caramalli to power and of aiding the Americans to punish
Jusef Caramalli, the usurper. The effect of his efforts in that
direction were manifest in the contest which followed. The
Marines in the expedition were from the United States brig
Argus, and consisted of Lieutenant O Bannon, one sergeant and
six privates, who were relied upon to preserve discipline, and by
their example animate the hearts of the mercenaries employed.
In a letter to Mr. Smith, Secretary of the Navy, dated at Alex
andria, Feb. isth, 1805, General Eaton wrote: "Those prov
inces in our possession will cut off from the enemy and turn
into our own channel a source of provisions, and will open a
free intercourse with the interior of the country. I have
requested of the Commodore for, this purpose an hundred
stands of arms, with cartridges and two field-pieces with trains
and ammunition ; and also a detachment of one hundred Marines,
if necessary, to lead a coup de main. 1

From General Eaton s journal it appears that on Sunday,March 3, 1805, the Army under his command left Alexandria onits march to Derne. Included in the force were but nine Americans, Lieutenant O Bannon, Mr. Peck, one sergeant and six
privates of the Marine Corps. Including the footmen and
camel-drivers, the whole force numbered about four hundred
This caravan consisted of one hundred and seven camels and a
few asses.

After marching two hundred miles, eighty mounted
warriors joined the Bashaw. Provisions had been reduced to
hard bread and rice.

From Alexandria to that point there wasnot a living stream or rivulet or spring of water. A few days later, forty-seven tents of Arabs joined them, with their
families and movables.

In this detachment were one hundred and fifty warriors on foot.

On March 3oth, General Eaton wrote : " From Alexandria to this place, we have experienced continual altercations, contentions and delays among the Arabs.

They have no sense of patriotism, truth or honor; and no
attachment where they have no prospect of gain, except to their
religion, to which they are enthusiasts.

Poverty makes them thieves, and practice renders them adroit in stealing."

April 8th he wrote: "Advanced ten miles. Good water
In the cistern were two dead men probably murdered by Arabs
Obliged to drink the water, however." On the following day a
courier arrived from Derne. April i4th, at 4 o clock p. M., they
reached Bonda. But their astonishment was great to find at
this port " not the foot trace of a human being, nor a drop of

The next morning the Argus, Captain Hull, arrived,and on the 10ih the sloop Hornet arrived with provisions.

On the 18th the march was resumed.

On the 24th they marched fifteen miles over mountainous and broken ground, covered with herbage and beautiful red cedars, " the first resemblance of a
forest tree," wrote General Eaton, "we have seen during a march of nearly six hundred miles."

Arriving before Derne, on the morning of the 26th, terms of
amity were offered the Bey, on condition of allegiance and
fidelity. The flag of truce was sent back with this laconic answer,

" My head or yours ! "

The next day the assault on Derne was begun. The Hornet, Lieutenant commandant
Evans, having run close in, and anchored within pistol shot of
a battery of eight guns, opened her fire.

The Nautilus lay at a little distance to the eastward, and the Argus still further in the same direction, the two latter firing on the town and battery
The enemy made an irregular but spirited defence, keeping up a heavy fire of musketry, as the assailants advanced, from behind houses and walls.

At half-past three, however, Lieutentant O Bannon and Mr. Mann stormed the principal work, hauling down the Tripolitan ensign, and, for the first time in
history, hoisting the stars and stripes of the Republic on a
fortress of the Old World.

The enemy was driven out of the work with so much precipitation that he left his guns loaded and even primed.

The cannon were immediately turned upon the town, and Hamet Caramalli, having made a lodgment on the other side, so as to bring the enemy between two fires, the place submitted.

During the fight, a detachment, consisting of six American Marines, a company of twenty-four cannoniers, and another of twenty-six Greeks, including their proper officers, acted under the immediate command of Lieutenant O Bannon.

It was with this force that the brave O Bannon passed through
a shower of musketry from the walls of the houses ; took possession of the battery; planted the American flag upon its ramparts ; and turned its guns upon the enemy.

In his official report of the affair, General Eaton said : " The details I have
given of Mr. O Bannon s conduct need no encomium, and it is
believed the disposition of our government have always discovered to encourage merit will be extended to this intrepid, judicious and enterprising officer.

I am bound, also, by a sense of well merited esteem, to mention to your particular patronage a young English gentleman, Mr. Farquhar, who has volunteered in our expedition through the desert, and has, in all cases of difficulty, exhibited a firmness and attachment well deserving my gratitude ; if compatible with our establishments, I request you will ensure him a lieutenancy in the Marine Corps."

Lieutenant O Bannon resigned two years afterward.....

What else could he do? No more fight to join until 5 years all know about the War of 1812.....right?

Semper Fidelis, Always Loyal.
Go click the Give Now button....what the hell is Ten or Twenty bucks....give up a McDonalds this evening, or a Starbucks.

These Men and Women DESERVE your help.
Do it.
Thanks, now I gotta get ready for Halloween..........

You don't want to see me in my Ghillie......BOO!

Friday, October 29, 2010

Oops.....forgot the Header.....

DoD Alert: Marine Marathon Could Be Target

Senior officials are worried that the person responsible for at least three military-related shootings near the nation's capital could target Sunday's Marine Corps Marathon in Washington, saying in an alert Friday morning that the recent shootings "are a cause for concern" and could be build-up to a Sunday attack.

The FBI has confirmed that the same weapon was used in three recent incidents: one shooting more than a week ago at the Marine Corps Museum in Triangle, Va., one two days later at the Pentagon, and one earlier this week at a vacant Marine recruiting station in Chantilly, Va. The FBI is still trying to confirm that a fourth shooting Friday morning is connected.

Read more: HERE

Dammitall......oh, and don't forget to click the Give Now button for Valor IT......

And what the hell is up with the suspiscious packages on the planes.....Real problem by our Enemies, or a back door October Surprise....We need our Gummint to protect us?


Project Valor IT......USMC Team

You know what it is, Soldier's Angels. My hand is particularly bothersome this morning, so I posted the cartoon. I'll do more later....Wait a damminute! I'll just cut and paste from one of the Worthy Sites....Back in a minute!!!

.....Ok, I'm back, and here it is....

Valour-IT's online fundraising competition begins today! Let's see who can raise the most money to help reconnect our wounded warriors with the world!

WHAT: Friendly fundraising competition for Valour-IT.

WHEN: October 28th through Veterans Day, November 11th. Team USMC's goal is $15,000.

WHERE: Based in the blogosphere, spreading everywhere else.

WHY: Because giving wounded warriors with hand and arm injuries access to a computer supports their healing and puts them back in touch with the world.

HOW: Blogger teams will be divided along military branches, with civilians "up for grabs."

WHAT CAN YOU DO? Click that "GIVE" button over on the's that simple.

Help one of guys or gals.

Cut-n-Pasted with all due respect from the ARMY Team over at Castle Arrrrrgh


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A Halloween Spooky Story.......


They were together in the House.

Just the two of them.

It was a cold, dark, stormy night. The storm had come quickly


Each time the thunder boomed he watched her jump.

She looked across the room and admired his strong appearance...and

Wished that he would take her in his arms, comfort her and protect her

From the storm.

Suddenly, with a pop, the power went out.... She screamed...

He raced to the sofa where she was cowering.

He didn't hesitate to pull her into his arms.

He knew this was a forbidden union and

Expected her to pull back.

He was surprised when she didn't resist but instead clung to him.

The storm raged on...

They knew it was wrong...

Their families would never understand... So consumed were

They in their FEAR that they heard no opening

Of doors...just the faint click of a camera......

Thanks to Baby Brother Wolf, The left handed one.....
Betcha didn't see that coming?

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Another E-Mail........

.....which you may or may not have seen.....thanks to my buddy Denny....

The problem with public housing is that the residents are not the owners.

The people that live in the house did not earn the house, but were loaned
the property from the true owners, the taxpayers.

Because of this, the residents do not have the "pride of ownership" that comes with the hard work necessary.

In fact, the opposite happens and the residents resent their benefactors because
the very house is a constant reminder that they themselves did not earn the right
to live in the house.

They do not appreciate the value of the property and see no
need to maintain or respect it in any way.

The result is the same whether you are talking about a studio apartment or a
magnificent mansion full of priceless antiques. If the people who live there do not
feel they earned the privilege, they will make this known through their actions.

The picture below illustrates the point…

The Resolute Desk was built from the timbers of the HMS Resolute
and was a gift from Queen Victoria to President Rutherford B. Hayes.
It is considered a national treasure and icon of the presidency.

Mr. Obama, with all due respect, get your F@k#n feet off our desk!

As a matter of fact, get the hell out of the peoples' house and take your arrogant staff with you.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Don't forget where you came from....... illustrated by this story.....

There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.'

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.

He asked her,'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.

Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'

This is how the human brain often works when our status changes. Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations.

Semper Fidelis.

It's real.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

oK..... I been Busy.......

...........But you'll like this......

The Manitoba Herald
by Clive Runnels, September 15, 2010

The flood of American liberals sneaking across the border into Canada
has intensified in the past week, sparking calls for increased patrols
to stop the illegal immigration. The recent actions of the Tea Party
are prompting an exodus among left-leaning citizens who fear they'll
soon be required to hunt, pray, and to agree with Bill O'Reilly and
Glenn Beck.

Canadian border farmers say it's not uncommon to see dozens of
sociology professors, animal-rights activists and Unitarians crossing
their fields at night.

"I went out to milk the cows the other day, and there was a Hollywood
producer huddled in the barn," said Manitoba farmer Red Greenfield,
whose acreage borders North Dakota. “The producer was cold, exhausted
and hungry. He asked me if I could spare a latte and some free-range
chicken. When I said I didn't have any, he left before I even got a
chance to show him my screenplay, eh?"

In an effort to stop the illegal aliens, Greenfield erected higher
fences, but the liberals scaled them. He then installed loudspeakers
that blared Rush Limbaugh across the fields. "Not real effective," he
said. "The liberals still got through and Rush annoyed the cows so
much that they wouldn't give any milk."

Officials are particularly concerned about smugglers who meet liberals
near the Canadian border, pack them into Volvo station wagons, and
drive them across the border where they are simply left to fend for

"A lot of these people are not prepared for our rugged conditions," an
Ontario border patrolman said. "I found one carload without a single
bottle of imported drinking water. They did have a nice little Napa
Valley Cabernet, though."
When liberals are caught, they're sent back across the border, often
wailing loudly that they fear retribution from conservatives. Rumors
have been circulating about plans being made to build re-education
camps where liberals will be forced to drink domestic beer and watch
NASCAR races.

In recent days, liberals have turned to ingenious ways of crossing the
border. Some have been disguised as senior citizens taking a bus trip
to buy cheap Canadian prescription drugs. After catching a half-
dozen young vegans in powdered wig disguises, Canadian immigration
authorities began stopping buses and quizzing the supposed
senior-citizens about Perry Como and Rosemary Clooney to prove that
they were alive in the '50s.

"If they can't identify the accordion player on The Lawrence Welk
Show, we become very suspicious about their age," an official said.

Canadian citizens have complained that the illegal immigrants are
creating an organic-broccoli shortage and are renting all the Michael
Moore movies. "I really feel sorry for American liberals, but the
Canadian economy just can't support them," an Ottawa resident said.
"How many art-history majors does one country need?"

In an effort to ease tensions between the United States and Canada,
Vice President Biden met with the Canadian ambassador and pledged that
the administration would take steps to reassure liberals.

A source close to President Obama said, "We're going to have some Paul
McCartney and Peter, Paul & Mary concerts.

And we might even put some
endangered species on postage stamps. The President is determined to
reach out," he said.

Thanks Denny!

Monday, October 18, 2010

.....And because I'm here......

.....and you all know how I feel about Illegal Immigration......

...and it IS the Halloween Season, which I lourves....

Howzabout a little bit of fun down at the Border Fence?

Hmmmm?And no, you don't have to speak Spanish to get this prank.


I'm still here.......

....believe it or not.

It's been an eventful, work and play filled, injury and recovery and injury again filled, too much dammed stuf to do kind of time these last four months.......

The pinkie finger is at about sixty percent, the thumb still hurts but is healing, Lil' Wolfie is doing Football most every week night an most Saturdays, same with Wolf the Elder with the Drum Line thing, plus he has a Job......

Dragn is involved in all kinds of stuff with her Middle School Band and video-ing the Football games.....

The weather is now upon us, raining through Wednesday they say.......

Work is......well....Work.

Time to write......where did it go?

I'll begin again soon......

Monday, October 11, 2010

Via the E-Mails......

Grammar rules to keep in mind

Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.

And don’t start a sentence with a conjunction.

It is wrong to ever split an infinitive.

Avoid clichés like the plague. (They’re old hat)

Also, always avoid annoying alliteration.

Be more or less specific.

Remarks in brackets (however relevant) are (usually) (but not always) unnecessary.

Also too, never, ever use repetitive redundancies.

No sentence fragments.

Contractions aren’t necessary and shouldn’t be used.

Foreign words and phrases are not apropos.

Do not be redundant; do not use more words than necessary; it’s highly superfluous.

One should NEVER generalize.

Comparisons are as bad as clichés.

Don’t use no double negatives.

Eschew ampersands & abbreviations, etc.

One-word sentences? Eliminate.

Analogies in writing are like feathers on a snake.

The passive voice is to be ignored.

Eliminate commas, that are, not necessary. Parenthetical words however should be
enclosed in commas.

Never use a big word when a diminutive one would suffice.

Kill all exclamation points!!!

Use words correctly, irregardless of how others use them.

Understatement is always the absolute best way to put forth earth shaking ideas.

Use the apostrophe in it’s proper place and omit it when its not needed.

Eliminate quotations. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.”

If you’ve heard it once, you’ve heard it a thousand times: Resist hyperbole; not one writer in a million can use it correctly.

Puns are for children, not groan readers.

Go around the barn at high noon to avoid colloquialisms.

Even if a mixed metaphor sings, it should be derailed.

Who needs rhetorical questions?

Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Please...this is the Lord's Day...

..... Pray with me for our pResident.....

We'll use Psalm 109:8

"Let his days be few and brief; and let others step forward to replace him."

At last - I can voice a Biblical prayer for our president!
Look it up - it is word for word! Let us all bow our heads and pray.

Now Brothers and Sisters, can I get an AMEN ????

Or at least an OWWWWW-OOOOO?

Friday, October 8, 2010

A little Friday morning Music.....

Country style.....with quite the Conservative bent....

"You picked a fine time....."

And then........ semi-annual raaaaascit joke.

A young Arab asks his father:

- What is this weird hat that we are wearing ?

It's a "chechia" because in the desert it protects our heads from the sun !

- And what is this type of clothing that we are wearing ?

It's a "djbellah" because in the desert it is very hot and it protects your body !

- And what are these ugly shoes that we have on our feet ?

These are "babouches", which keep us from burning our feet when in the desert !

Tell me, papa...

Yes, my son?

Why are we living in Dearborn, Michigan and still wearing all this shit? THAT was almost funny.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Rules for Dating my Daughter...take Two:

This is a re-posting just a'spescially for a srsly good web-Friend, the Geezer his own self....seems his hair is turning gray at an untimely young (heh) age.......

Originally posted in October of 2007....sheesh, I've been doing this a long time.

"With due credit to Bruce Cameron. I remember being scared half out of my mind whenever I would go to "Erika"s house when I was in high school. Her dad was rumoured to have been an SS Colonel in the War.

Later found out that he definitely wasn't, but when it came to his three daughters, beautiful I might add, he made sure we All bought into the myth.

I and many other Fathers have used parts of this hilarious list in "friendly" conversation with boyfriends. I call them all by their Amerind names,

"He-who-I-allow To-live"..........catchy, isn't it? Say it a few times'll roll off your tongue..... Enjoy........unless you have a soon to be dating daughter, in which case........Burn it in your Memory

Malsom N'Qoss....Wollf

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact,
come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilising a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Hope that helped Geez...I'm here for you.

Oh, by the way, ever tell you I've got a handsome young Wollf Cub about that age?
*Be afraid.......*

Friendship ~ None of that Sissy Stuff

1.. When you are sad ~ I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.

2. When you are blue ~ I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile ~ I will know you are thinking of something that I would probably want to be involved in.

4. When you are scared ~ I will rag on you about it every chance I get until you're NOT.

5. When you are worried ~ I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.

6. When you are confused ~ I will try to use only little words.

7. When you are sick ~ Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.

8. When you fall ~ I will laugh at your clumsy ass, but I'll help you up.

9. When your heart is broken, I will tell you what a sorry excuse for a woman she was, and then help you get over it....with beer. Oh, and I will NEVER date her. Yuck, she's been with you!

10. This is my oath .... I pledge it to the end. 'Why?' you may ask ~ because you are my friend and you'd do it for me.

Friendship is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.

H/T Denny

Friday, October 1, 2010

Do NOT mess with Old Men........

My Sire, 89 years old, Former highly decorated Marine, (Faithful Readers know the story) being taken to the VA this morning by my Baby Bro and his lovely wife......

Seems Wollf the Younger thinks he might have pneumonia....we all hope not. Prayers would be appreciated.

That being said, he is a tough old bird. Maybe not the toughest though....I want you to read about This old fellow.......

Samuel Whittemore

From Wikipedia

Samuel Whittemore (1694 - February 3, 1793) was a farmer. He was eighty years old and living in Menotomy, Massachusetts (present-day Arlington) when he became the oldest known colonial combatant in the American Revolutionary War.[1]

On April 19, 1775, British forces were returning to Boston from the Battles of Lexington and Concord, the opening engagements of the war. On their march, they were continually shot at by colonial militiamen.

Whittemore was in his fields when he spotted an approaching British relief brigade under Earl Percy, sent to assist the retreat. Whittemore loaded his musket and ambushed the British from behind a nearby stone wall, killing one soldier. He then drew his dueling pistols and killed a grenadier and mortally wounded a second. He managed to fire five shots before a British detachment reached his position. Whittemore then attacked with a sword. He was shot in the face, bayoneted thirteen times, and left for dead in a pool of blood. He was found alive, trying to load his musket to fight again.

He was taken to Dr. Cotton Tufts of Medford, who held out no hope for his survival.

However, Whittemore lived another 18 years until dying of natural causes at the age of 98.

A monument in Arlington, Massachusetts reads:

Near this spot, Samuel Whittemore, then 80 years old, killed three British soldiers, April 19, 1775. He was shot, bayoneted, beaten and left for dead, but recovered and lived to be 98 years of age.

In 2005, Samuel Whittemore was proclaimed the official state hero of Massachusetts

As well he should......