kyle cassidy (kylecassidy) wrote,
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The Very Good News

The Very Good News is that my book, War Paint: Tattoo Culture and the Armed Forces has found a publisher. It's a lovely wonderful thing and I'm filled with excitement and a bit of horror. I need to get in full gear working on this which means I'm looking for:

1) WWII and Korean War veterans with tattoos related to their military service. If you have a grandfather, or uncle, if you work with your local VFW, let me know.

2) I'm looking for active duty military personnel who live on or near a base or people who run tattoo shops that cater to military personnel.

3) I'm specifically looking for people in the Boston Area as I'm going to be up there for the 4th of July Weekend.

4) This book is an effort to draw attention to what people put on the line when their country asks them. When you see a vet, thank them. Some people come back with invisible wounds, and others, perhaps not wounded at all, have spent months or years away from their families, and recently, months or years away from their families baking in 120 degree weather.

So, that's it, for the moment. I'll be booking trips in the upcoming days, so if you live at Quantico and know six Marines with ink, or if you run the reunion for your grandfather's Korean War veterans reunion, drop me a line.

Thanks. More later. This is Bobby Martin, he got shot in Vietnam.

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.

Read the rest of Bobby's story at the website.

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