Anthony Gordon, phony Vietnam veteran
Our partners at Military Phonies share their work on Anthony Gordon who claims that he was the last Marine to leave Saigon and that only moments before his evacuation, he was engaged in a brutal battle with communist forces in Cambodia.
He claimed to be in the 22nd Marine Expeditionary Unit/Force (MEU); not possible according to Military Phonies;
…the 22nd Marine Expeditionary Unit was not activated until December 1, 1982. It is and has always been assigned to the 2nd Marine Division, The division is based at Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune, North Carolina and headquartered at Julian C. Smith Hall.
The USMC doesn’t remember Mr Gordon’s career the way he remembers it;
The summary sheet and chronological record show that Mr Anthony Tyrone Gordon entered Marine Boot Camp in July of 1973. He was released from active duty on November 9, 1973 and assigned to a Marine Reserve unit stationed in Willow Grove Pennsylvania as a 3371 Cook. Mr Gordon held that MOS until August 7. 1976. at which time Mr Gordon was re-assigned with the Marine MOS of 3531 Motor Vechicle Operator. He served as a 3531 until his discharge on Aug. 5, 1985.
Yeah, no Viet of the Nam service, no memorable firefights in Cambodia, no lasting bootprint on the roof of the Saigon US embassy. He did volunteer for military service when most of his generation wouldn’t – but that wasn’t good enough. He had to alter the entire history of the end of the Vietnam War by placing himself and his unit in Cambodia while the communists rolled tanks through the streets of Saigon.
Category: Politics
Enjoy your new found GOOGLE FAME Anthony Gordon, phony Vietnam veteran, AND the well documented shitting on your service by lying about shit you never did.
Marines gotta eat and somebody has to have that job. Ditto, they can’t walk everywhere and someone gotta drive that truck.
You just threw all that away, and for what? Trying to be a badass you never were.
Stupid fucker. Just be proud of what you did.
Now you’ve forever ruined that.
He was a cook. Just a lowly, lowly cook.
Just what in the blue-eyed sungazing world is wrong with being a COOK?????
Under Siege reference? Subtle…
I don’t know. I like to eat. I especially like to eat food that other people have prepared for me, saving me the trouble of doing so myself. So cooks are cool as far as I am concerned.
Not a thing wrong with being a hash-slinger in my book and that’s Army, Navy, Air Farce or USMC. During my AD days they were the ones working every weekend and holiday we had off, getting up at oh-dark-thirty and working all day to keep us fed and when we were in the field was when they actually got breaks that they didn’t get when in garrison.
IMHO being a hash-slinger, egg-slapper or a “Spoon” has got to be one of the Military’s most thankless jobs where someone is gonna cuss you even when you work like hell and do everything right.
There was nothing like a hot meal when in the field. Especially when it was cold and rainy. Everyone in the Marine Corps contributes but good cooks were extra valuable to fleet units (before the KBR era anyway).
From Patton’s speech
All the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters. Every single man in the army plays a vital role. So don’t ever let up. Don’t ever think that your job is unimportant. What if every truck driver decided that he didn’t like the whine of the shells and turned yellow and jumped headlong into a ditch? That cowardly bastard could say to himself, ‘Hell, they won’t miss me, just one man in thousands.’ What if every man said that? Where in the hell would we be then? No, thank God, Americans don’t say that. Every man does his job. Every man is important. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the quartermaster is needed to bring up the food and clothes for us because where we are going there isn’t a hell of a lot to steal. Every last damn man in the mess hall, even the one who boils the water to keep us from getting the GI shits, has a job to do.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_S._Patton%27s_speech_to_the_Third_Army
I have never heard that.
/I haven’t read your book you magnificent bastard.
I can hear George C Scott’s voice as I read this.😆😆
What is it, 177 miles from Phnom Penh to Ho Chi Minh City? Did he fly from fighting the communists in Cambodia to the embassy in Saigon? Face palm
Yeah, I want to know how he in Cambodia at the same time he was in Saigon, too. Hard to be in several places at once. Perhaps he’ll share it with us??
Mr Anthony Tyrone Gordon had an honorable career, but lied about it.
Mr Anthony Tyrone Gordon was a Marine, but forgot to live by the motto.
Mr Anthony Tyrone Gordon was a cook, but is now dishing out hogslop.
Mr Anthony Tyrone Gordon was a truck driver, but drove himself into the morass of Stolen Valor.
Mr Anthony Tyrone Gordon has no one but himself to blame for bringing shame on his family, his brothers in arms, and his family.
YGTBSM.
Oh. Hell. No.
’22nd Marine Expeditionary Force 3rd Marine Division 1975.’
Once again, I am rendered stunned and speechless by the extreme depths of this Stolen Valor idiocy.
Saved Rounds:
1) Is anyone seeing any of the usual phony Force Recon, Scout Sniper, and/or ‘POW who killed his guards with his bare hands and then escaped from a Viet Cong Tiger Cage’ claims that are typically woven into exciting poser fairy tales such as this?
2) Is there any sign of a motorcycle and a leather vest out there anywhere?
No, but he is developing that vacant “I’ve seen the elephant” stare. Not quite there yet, but a good start.
I saw the elephant, too. Every Friday night at the Del Mar Enlisted Club.
I love his FB comment that they didn’t know what to do with him toward the end. I do; “How about flip’n some dog burgers and feed those hungry refugees?
You should also ask if any of them saw Vietnamese pigs chewing on roasted people after a napalm attack.
I’m guessing while ANTHONY GORDON served in “Viet of the Nam”, he probably got a recipe for Cream of Sum Yung Guy soup from Lon Duk Dong (GONG) while humpin’ the Ho Chi Minh Trail.
Couldn’t be happy with his service in the Reserve… had to go BALLS DEEP with the STOLEN VALOR LIE!
The ‘web is forever, ANTHONY GORDON…
…while in his favorite location in the Village of Al Phuk Tup. I wonder if he’ll blab about his seekrit missions in the jungles of Paprika as well?
I’m sure he’ll tell of his infiltration of the Blue Oyster, and how he ‘handled’ the people in there.
According to little Anthony here, he provided security to Bob Hope when Bob and his entourage did a seekrit squirrel USO tour to cheer up U.S. personnel caught in the maelstrom of EAGLE PULL and FREQUENT WIND as Indochina collapsed around them. I bet Bob took Raquel Welch and Ann-Margaret with him as well as Jerry Colonna.
I’m sure the classified non-disclosure agreements for the USO performers are still in force, or otherwise we would have a heard of it by now…
But what about Martha Raye and Joey Heatherton?
Ohhhh, something just went tingle when I read Joey Heatherton.
http://media.oregonlive.com/steve-duin-impact/photo/joey3jpg-c70afa0a14aaed4f.jpg
We got gypped at the Bob Hope show I saw at the Eagle Bowl in 71.
All we got was Vida Blue./smile
Joey Heatherton…just doesn’t come better that that.
Fuckstick!
I’m seeing comments from him on various FaceBook threads of him still claiming to have been one of the last Marines on the roof of the Embassy. These comments are as new as just a couple hours before his Blog of Shame was published.
Does he show that famous photo of people waiting in line to get into a chopper? That isn’t the roof of the US embassy, y’know. It’s a hotel on another street.
Bringing shame to the “Motor T” family.
‘The Pride don’t ride without Motor T.’
By my math, that makes thousands of Marines who were on the last chopper to leave Saigon in the Nam of the Viet. Man, that was one massive chopper.
Youse potential posers out there, here’s the deal: If you served honorably, did what you were ordered to do and did it well, be proud of that. Doesn’t matter if you were/are a certified BAMF or a cook. I give each equal respect. It’s not worth the potential ridicule for life in which you will find yourself on FB. It’s just not worth the ridicule future generations will bestow on ‘uncle’ Bob.
Yep, we could arm an entire Division with the last Marines on the Embassy roof in Saigon and the last Marines pulled from the rubble in Beirut.
When I was at MSG (embassy) school, one of the MSgts in the class was part of the embassy detachment when the evacuation happened. Didn’t claim to be the last or anything, and actually, it was the staff at MSG school that told us, not him.
Not even gonna lie. Marine cooks and comm MOS has some of the worst scum in them and I’m not surprised one bit.
What a shitbag though.
FC0311: Funny you should mention that. The same was true within the Hospital Corps community when I was AD.
As a career 2800 Marine, I would like to refute your statement, but as a career 2800 Marine, I know that your statement is true. The Comm guys are always willing to step up and fill that brig quota.
He must have been riding in one of these choppers when he left Saigon and Cambodia in the same instant.
https://www.autoevolution.com/news/the-largest-transport-helicopters-in-the-world-24549.html
He went full on dipshit stupid….
I hate when these fucktards lock-down the FB pages.
I *WANT* the whole world to know their exploits of daring do.
Actually it was 22MAU until 88 or 89 when “Expeditionary” replaced “Amphibious” in USMC speak. The terms changed sometime during Al Gray’s watch 87-91.
Originally Expeditionary, changed to Amphibious the back to expeditionary. I was told that it was changed to amphibious because expeditionary could be construed as colonial. Which, I guess, brought back bad memories. expeditionary = colonial(?)
If it was nowadays the term amphibious would be considered offensive by snowflakes because we were appropriating the culture of frogs.
What a dumbass, he enters the Marines in July of 1973. Probably to avoid the draft. Only one problem, the draft ended in May of 73! Just another shithead that thanked his lucky stars that he avoided Vietnam. Now that it’s cool to be a Vietnam vet, he wants to get with the in crowd!
He’s Vietnam Era like I am so we get the bennies for anyone that served during that era but we didn’t have to go over.
We did take some abuse from the hippies and such, but the biggest danger I saw when traveling was the damn Hare Krishna’s at the airports. They would screw you out of 20 bucks so you could get one of their Bhagavad Gita books or whatever it was…
It’s amazing how people will take a simple thing and fuck it up just to impress someone or fill a vanity need for themselves.
Yeah, they were all over me. They didn’t much mind my uniform … it was my money they coveted. Are they still a thing? Haven’t traveled in a while so I dunno.
Here we go again… same old sh*t again,
marching down the avenue…
Well there we go again, darn cooks taking all the glory!
Another phoney tony.
Cambodia, Saigon, the delta and Bob Hope. This guy is all over the place.
Gotta hand it to him – he packed a lot of fictitious combat and adventure into just a few short months in Vietnam.
I wonder if he stood in front of a whiteboard and drew connections between the events to figure out the timeline. It all fit together like a jigsaw puzzle.
Spoon.
Spork, broken.
His latest claim is that his records are all screwed up.
A claim of PTSD is soon to follow.
*facepalm*
/thanks, I’ll have a double
The fact that this asswipe is continuing rocking the lie makes me want to *almost* put this fucker in for a vote for the Wall of Insults®™
I second the motion.
We have a “Second”….all in Favor say “AYE”
AYE!!!!
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Why advertise your stupidity online?
He writes with the same subtle genius of Forrest Gump, lots of stupid to go around I guess. If this fucker was a box of chocolates it’d be from Ex-Lax….
I love this post on his FB from 02-20-2016
“I was on a United States Recruiting Poster in 1973-74
During the Vietnam War”.
Really? I mean really?????
Me: So, how much valor did this guy steal?
Sparks: All of it!
And there is always the rest of the story, from 01-09-2016 regarding O.J. Simpson.
“My Brother you’re not going to get any medical treatment while you’re in prison I myself had to endure (16)Years of pain along with a nasty and unjust beat down from the Co”s that also bent& twisted my bad kness to where I couldn’t walk but I took it when I did finally make it out alive I went and got two total knee replacements and because of the unjust beat down I now is being treated for a very bad and painful back I did my time in Pennsylvania at SCI Frackville Prison so you think that you’re special or that you’re the only one who has a certain Medical problem damm all over this Country we are being mistreated and even killed on any given day behind those walls brother I feel your pain but nothing is going to be done until you make parole or max out”
So he says he’s done big time, go figure.
Anyone dig up his arrest\prison records? Or is he fishing for a TAH first – a Prison Poser?
What do you call that? Stolen Guilt? Stolen Street Cred?
Inquiring minds want to know!
#alsotoolazytogoogleitmyself
Some inconvenient truth:
Bob Hope was not in Vietnam in 1975.
His last visit there was 1972.
http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/bob-hope-gives-his-last-show-in-vietnam
You noticed that little faux pas too eh? If you’re gonna lie, at least let Google be your friend for dates and details. It will never be enough to let you pass if you’re a poser and stolen valor phony like Anthony here, but at least the lies won’t jump off the page.
that was Hope’s “Secret Squirrel only-for-a-the-few USO” show
still classified and, papers got burned in the fire
Yeah, Bob Hope, Anne-Margaret, and the Rockettes doing their USO show at Da Nang airbase while defeated ARVNs, South Vietnamese refugees, and nuns clutching orphans flee past the show stage trying to get on the last evacuation plane out of I Corps…that would have been quite a sight…
Saw Bob at Da Nang AB in 70.
Nice girls with him.
“Bob Hope was not in Vietnam in 1975.”
He did visit the 22MAU in Beirut though, so maybe SGT Gordon’s time traveling simply skewed his memory a bit.
His DD 214 shows him as a E5, yet he has a photo of himself as a E6, nice. What a tool.
Wow another combat cook, and this one didn’t even make it to the Viet of the Nam. He was only in the Viet of the Ham. His primary weapon was that big serving spoon, the one you use wielding the deadly Mermite can.
There I was, knee deep in Nerf bullets, surrounded by hungry Marines still screaming for omelets!My only course of action was to jump ahead in time to 1982 and join the 22nd MEU. I still wake up in pork sweats from my time in Never-nam. The hi-ho trail, Ho-Chee-tos city,,,rough man,,rough!! Glad I was able to save my SSGT from that fat chick, I was no hero, just had his back!
Just another cocksucking asshamster, Phuck you!
Anyone who wants to bad-mouth USMC cooks has never been a poor starving PFC or L/Cpl who was broke as fuck on a non payday weekend. Your growling empty stomach wakes your ass up about 0500 in the morning on a Saturday or Sunday and you don’t even have change for a bag of chips from the machine. Your hunger drives you to the lowest of lows. You break out your field gear in the hopes that you may have a pack of MRE crackers and cheese spread left in a pouch. But alas, in your haughtiness of having drawn that vast fortune of a paycheck last week you had went through and tossed out those edibles. You shit, shower and shave and grab your buddies to head down to the chow that opens at 0800 with a hope to get in. As you round the corner you see a line already formed of underpaid broke devil dogs like yourself. You line up and silently curse every well groomed head in front of yours. You hope that a DNCO comes and pulls the one loud mouth big eared fuck from Delta battery out of line for a working party. The line shuffles forward and you finally get in. You semi panic when you cant find your meal card to sign in. You have laughed at those unfortunate souls who have been turned away just feet from the chow line, admonished and banished until they come back with that little card. You grab you tray and move down the line… Oatmeal, Grits, hash browns, Shit on a shingle, greasy slices of bacon, sausage patties or links, fresh fruit from the deepest jungles. Then there are the eggs, boiled, scrambled, over easy. But you my friend get the full works. You come face to face with that Marine dressed in his mess whites, with that shitty little paper hat on his dome. A poor broke L/Cpl like yourself who had to get up at three in the morning to feed you and the rest of your ungrateful buddies. You ask and you… Read more »
I laughed so hard at this story my wife thought I was having a heart attack. No matter what service you were in, this story is true across the entire military spectrum. There are many who have been in this predicament, myself included!!
Thank God for 3-section duty. Show up early oncoming on Saturday/Sunday morning, or hit the Subase minimart for a 12-pack if offgoing.
LOL! Best comment ever, and so very true.
Why do you guys think I refer to cooking all the time?
Kissin’ don’t last. Cookin’ do. My Aunt Nellie.
A wise woman, your Aunt Nellie.
As they say, the way to a mans heart is through his stomach.
Well done. You forgot to mention dessert. If you picked up the little bowl of bread pudding very slowly…the raisins didn’t fly away.
Word 😉
When I was a young airman, I remember living off a case of Ramen and a box of saltines in my desk drawer for a week in between paydays.
Ah! The much maligned ramen noodle kit. I have done all sorts of things with ramen noodles and leftovers, stuff that would make you wonder what restaurant my bowl of ramen noodles came from.
Just An Old Dog, your tale took me back to days I now, fondly, remember. They were good days though and I would live them again.
Then, roll pennies for beer later on that night.
As a retired 92G (Spoon),all I can say is, “Amen, brother.”
But I liked being in Garrison. It meant I could sleep in ’til 3 o’clock. In the field, I was usually up at 12:30 lighting burners.
Totally worth it though. You want to see happy faces and big smiles? Show up in the field at 5 in the morning with hot chow.
I always told my guys that the reason we kept them well fed was because they were between us and the enemy, and we wanted to keep it that way. 🙂
I served four tours in Viet of the Nam with 22 MEU. It was completely possible even though I was born in 1982.
I’m to the point of not believing anybodys stories anymore, not even those of the guys I was with, hell, not even most of my own.
I stopped lying to myself long ago.
I have several voices in my head and they don’t always agree with each other.
It’s the reason I took up sci-fi and fantasy fiction. You can let your imagination run wild with it.
There I was on Planet LB247. It wasn’t a bug hunt. No, it was a standup fight. I was armed to the teeth. I had packed every damned thing I could think of and told everyone – every damned one of them – to do the same thing. But there’s always one slacker in the crowd and his name is ALWAYS Shmuckatelli. And guess who forgot his K-bar?
Ah yes, the infamous Joe Schmuckatelli, Schmuckatello, Schmuckatella, whatever, I think he was in my squad.
Game over man!
Good news, Anthony. Your entry date qualifies you to join Vietnam Veteran of America! As soon as the check clears, you’re in!
Here’s the s. You know where it goes.
If you’re gonna be a POSer, you may as well make it entertaining.
What an incredible piece of shit.
That’s an insult to pieces of shit everywhere.
/Whazzsup Senior!!!????