Robert Wayne Eastman

NO. 17523  •  5 June 1925 – 7 November 1978

Died 7 November 1978 in Washington. D. C., aged 53 years.
Interment West Point Cemetery, West Point, New York.

 

ROBERT WAYNE EASTMAN was born 5 June 1925 to Wayne and Maxine Eastman, natives of Michigan. He and his sister Ruth grew up on the family farm in Jackson, Michigan. He attended Concord High School, where his grades (all -A's) explain his relative ease, later, in dealing with academics at the Point. In addition, be found time to play baseball and basketball, be active in drama, serve on the student council and graduate number one in his high school class (1943). From December 1943 to April 1944, Bob attended Maryville College in Maryland, Tennessee as an Aviation Cadet in the College Training Detachment. Next, he served until March 1946 as a field artilleryman during World War II in the Army Airways Communications Systems of the Air Corps. Immediately prior to West Point, he attended the USMA Preparatory School at Amherst, Massachusetts. In September 1945, he received a West Point appointment from Earl C. Michener (2nd District, Michigan).

"New Guinea was never like this!" was Bob's assessment of Beast Barracks. Entering the academy at age 21, with overseas ribbons adding color to the drab cadet gray, he seemed serious and more mature than his classmates, though he did not hang back when it came time to throw the company's yearlings into the showers (they didn't go willingly!). Nor was he above mixing it up with the 'enemy.' He wore a Navy bathrobe for some time after one Army-Navy game.

Three years in the Army and a well?rounded education assured academic and tactical success at West Point. A B1 Flanker," Bob was First Sergeant his firstie year. He was active in track all four years and in the French Club for two years. He served as manager of the track team his last three years, earning a Manager's "A" letter. In addition, he was busy with the Howitzer, serving as the Special Programs Company Representative and Class History Editor of the 1950 Howitzer. His classmates remember Bob's soft?spoken, unpretentious style and fine sense of humor; he was well?liked. Standing #168 First Class year, he was clearly capable and bright, but deliberate - not the type to act without thinking.

Bob's first military assignment, beginning August 1950, was to the 2nd Field Artillery Battalion at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. There he met Cynthia M. Wildman of Lawton, Oklahoma. Bob and Cynthia were married on 10 April 1951 at Fort Sill. They had two children, Robert Todd (born in Frankfurt, Germany, January 1953) and Melissa Anne (born in Lawton, Oklahoma, December 1955). There followed many happy years with squaredancing on weekends. He enjoyed bridge and taught the two children to play. Bob also enjoyed water skiing, reading and Fine Scotch whiskey.

After assignments with numerous artillery units in Europe, Korea and Fort Sill, Bob was assigned to the 548th Artillery Group in Ludenscheid, Germany in May 1960. When Bob was assigned to CENTAG in Mannheim. the family moved to the Heidelberg area. Following a brief stint at Fort Lewis, Washington, Bob became the Executive Officer of Headquarters, 8th Missile Battalion, 15th Artillery at Homestead Air Force Base, Florida.

After the Homestead assignment, Bob was at Arlington Heights, Illinois for a short time. Like any other father looking for an opportunity to show his daughter "what Daddy did for a living," Bob took Melissa and her entire sixth grade class on a tour of his facility. Needless to say, the underground computers, radar screens, and mysterious blinking lights left a lasting impression on a very, very proud (and a little bit frightened) daughter.

Following assignments were to the Eighth Army headquarters in Korea front 1965 to 1966 and the 1st Logistics Command in Vietnam from 1967 to 1968 as Deputy Inspector General. Promoted to lieutenant colonel in 1968, he served in the S&F, TAS, Fort Sill, Oklahoma from 1968- 72, receiving his first Meritorious Service Medal in recognition of his achievements there. As an instructor of junior officers. he received another award: the nickname "Smiley" - given by his students in recognition, no doubt, of his somber approach to a serious subject.

Bob and Cynthia were divorced in the spring of 1971.

His next job was Chief, Fire Support Branch, Operations Division, Office of the Deputy Chief of Staff for Military Operations, US Army Pacific at Fort Shafter, Hawaii from 1972-75.

Bob was awarded a Master of Science degree in Systems Management from the University of Southern California in 1975. It was at his graduation ceremony that an Air Force classmate encountered Bob and renewed the friendship which began at West Point, over twenty years previously. "Bob took us in tow and showed us the sights in Hawaii. We were there for only three months. Without him, knowing no one when we arrived, we would have missed much of what old friends from the past had to offer."

Bob earned the Army Commendation Medal while at the 45th Artillery Brigade headquarters and the Legion of Merit while serving in Vietnam. He was awarded his second Meritorious Service Medal in recognition of his accomplishments while serving at Fort Shafter.

Bob retired in April 1978 at Fort Bragg with the rank of lieutenant colonel and spent the summer looking at MBA programs, then applying to and being accepted by the University of Texas. However, before the summer ended, Bob realized that some physical problem was causing dangerous difficulties with driving. A CATSCAN and other tests eventually revealed two small brain tumors and inoperable lung cancer.

So, Bob had very little time after leaving the Army. He spent his last weeks at Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington, D. C., where friends and family spent some happy times with him. Melissa, able to visit him frequently as she was living in Williamsburg, Virginia at the time, taught him to play backgammon, Though losing weight and growing weaker, he remained ever a loving father and true gentleman. Bob covered the seriousness of his illness well. Neither close friends nor family realized he would never attend his first class at the University of Texas. Bob died at Walter Reed in November 1978 and was buried at West Point.

He will be remembered always as a loving and protective father and brother, and a generous and loyal friend.

Family and Classmates

Jay B. Durst

NO. 17388  •  30 May 1928 - 26 Jan 2002

Died in La Jolla, CA
Cremated and inurned in West Point Columbarium, West Point, NY


JAY BERNARD DURST was born in Garrett, PA, and grew up in Windber, PA, the home town of his father, Floyd, and his mother, Edith Virginia Durst. 

He attended Pennsylvania Military Academy before West Point. As a cadet, Jay was an outstanding student, ranking 42nd among 670. The Howitzer says that "Jay delighted in giving valuable instructions to his classmates. He enjoyed weekends, sports, good books, and music. His cheerfulness, timely humor, and likeable personality all combine to make him the warm friend he is to everyone." He was the athletic representative for his company, participated on the debate forum, became a chapel usher and, during First Class year, was selected as a cadet lieutenant. 

Jay chose the Infantry and, after graduation, his first assignment was with the 351st Infantry Regiment in the Free Territory of Trieste. While that area was not a war zone as was Korea, the regiment was kept on a constant state of readiness, prepared to counter any initiative by the Yugoslav Communists on a portion of Trieste's border and by the Italian Communists within the city itself. 

Bill Mastoris, a classmate who served with Jay at that time, said that Jay aggressively trained his troops in soldier skills and was a no-nonsense, tough leader who impressed both his troops and his superiors. 

Jay's battalion commander selected him for a special training course with the U.S. Marine battalion afloat in the Mediterranean, including participation in live-fire amphibious landings on Sardinia. "This inter-service training provided Jay with invaluable experiences that stood him in good stead in many future assignments." 

Jay later attended Harvard University and earned a master's degree in public administration in 1955. A three-year assignment at West Point in the Social Sciences Department followed. The next sequence of assignments included Ft. Benning, Korea, Ft. Lewis, and back to West Point to teach in the same department. During 1965-66, he served with the 5th Special Forces Group (Airborne) in Viet Nam, where he distinguished himself in combat, receiving the purple Heart, Bronze Star for valor, the Legion of Merit, the Combat Infantryman's Badge, Viet Nam Gallantry Cross with Silver Star, and the Viet Nam Honor Medal. 

He later served on the Joint Staff in the Pentagon as the special assistant for counter intelligence, attended the Army War College in 1969, and was the director of concepts and doctrine group, Office of the Army Chief of Staff. He then commanded the 5th Special Forces Group at Ft. Bragg, where he worked for LTG Hank Emerson '47, the commanding general of the JFK Center.

LTG Emerson remembers Jay as a highly skilled soldier and leader who produced the best-trained and best-led Special Force soldiers in the world. LTG Emerson selected Jay as the chief of staff of the center, from which position he retired in 1973. LTG Emerson commented that Jay's early retirement denied the Army of many more years of faithful and valuable service, and that Jay's flexible range of creative ideas and concepts certainly would have led him to general officer rank. 

Following his retirement, Jay joined the staff of the Nuclear Regulatory Commission in Washington, DC. In 1983, he moved to La Jolla, CA, where he became the director of security for the Southern California Edison Company. Jay is survived by his wife, Patricia, and his four children from an earlier marriage: Gretchen, Evangeline, Mark, and David. Jay served his country with great distinction and lived by the West Point code of "Duty, Honor, Country." He will be missed by all who knew him.

- His wife, Patricia and classmates Jordy Seitz and Bill Mastoris

Robert W. Douglass III

NO. 17658  •  20 Jun 1927 - 4 Mar 2002

Died 1 November 1999 in Sierra Vista, AZ
Died in Huntsville, AL
Interment: West Point Post Cemetery, West Point NY

 

Robert “Bob” Wilkins Douglass III was born to LT and Mrs. Robert W Douglass, Jr., at Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington, DC. Because Bob’s father was assigned to the Panama Canal Zone, his mother took a boat to Washington, DC, so that her son would be eligible, by being born in the United States, to one day become president, if he so desired.

Bob attended the Florida Military Academy before receiving an appointment and entering West Point in 1946. He continued his family’s Academy tradition, both from his father's and mothers sides of the family. As a cadet, he was a member of the Portuguese and camera clubs and worked on the Howitzer. His classmates would always remember Bob as helping them with their studies.

After graduation, Bob’s duties included: assistant S-2 (intelligence and survey) on the battalion staff, assistant S-4 (logistics) on the Corps Artillery staff, commander of a 90 millimeter gun battery in an air defense artillery battalion at the Atomic Energy Commissions Savannah River Defense Area, artillery survey and intelligence duties for an armored field 
artillery battalion, assistant S-3 (operations and training) for a 280 mm gun battalion in Korea, preliminary planning for artillery problem programming, instructor at the artillery and missile school at Ft. Sill, planning movement and fire support requirements for artillery battalions, and assignment as assistant S-3 (war plans) at V Corps Artillery in Darmstadt, Germany. While in Korea, Bob coordinated with Army and Corps staffs regarding the employment of nuclear capable artillery units. He received the highest rating obtainable at Ft. Sill for performance as an instructor after he initiated and completed development of the first Corps level problem involving operations in a nuclear environment.

After leaving the Army for a civilian career, Bob spent 18 months in New York, where he attended Nassau Community College, New York University, and Adelphi University to pursue a master's in mathematics. He then moved his family to Huntsville, AL, where he worked for the Boeing Company as a reliability and safety engineer on the Saturn V program, receiving the NASA Apollo Achievement Award for his achievements. Several years later, he received a master’s in education and taught science and mathematics to junior high school students. Bob was a project manager for Planning Research Corporation for Space Shuttle orbiter and Spacelab programs and received several commendations for his work. He co authored NASA TM C-64799, A Guide For Performing System Safety Analysis, published by the Marshall Space Flight Center in January 1974. Bob retired from Teledyne Brown Engineering in July 1991, where he had been in charge of all Goddard Space Flight Center programs.

Bob was deeply involved in Huntsville Little Theater for more than 25 years. He did everything from hamming it up onstage to working backstage to the administration of the theater group. He played Harley Hudson in his first play, Advise and Consent, in 1968. Other plays in which he acted included: Becket, Charlie’s Aunt, How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying; 1776, and others. His favorite role was that of the lead, Joe Benjamin, in God’s Favorite. His backstage experience included set construction, sound, electrical, stage manager, technical director, fighting, and set design for more than 20 productions.

Bob explored his Scottish roots avidly. He spent years working up his genealogy and tracing it back to Scotland. He was very active in the Scottish games both in Huntsville and at Grandfather Mountain in North Carolina. He took his family on a three week "getting to our roots” trip to Scotland in August 1997, during which everyone had a marvelous time.

Bob loved all college sports and was an avid fan of the University of Alabama Huntsville hockey team. He had season tickets for almost 20 years and traveled with the team to at least one set of away games every year. After he retired, he attended many of the team’s practices and helped with all their fundraising events. To perpetuate Bob’s memory, his
family provides the Robert W Douglass III Memorial Hockey Scholarship to a senior hockey player every year.

One highlight in Bob’s life was walking in the Long Gray Line at his 50th reunion at West Point in 2000. Even though he had already had one stroke, he walked proudly with his head held high throughout the festivities. Bob also lived to celebrate his 50th wedding anniversary, although he was very ill at the time.

At his memorial service, Bob’s life was celebrated by describing his feelings about the Academy’s motto, "Duty, Honor, Country," in this way: Duty to the teachings of his alma mater; Honor to his heritage and ancestors from Scotland; and Country the United States of America, which he served with great love and devotion. His uniforms from these three loves were proudly displayed at this memorial service, in which his whole family participated. The music included "Highland Cathedral," the West Point 'Alma Mater," "The Corps," "The Lord's Prayer' recording by son Robert, "Flowers of the Forest," and 'Amazing Grace," of which several were played on the bagpipes. His favorite song, "Stars and Stripes Forever," ended the memorial service.

Bob will be forever missed by his loving family and his many friends and classmates. His wife, Ginny; son Robert IV; daughter Susie; and two grandchildren survive him.

- Lovingly submitted by Ginny and Susie Douglass

August J. Dielens, Jr.

NO. 17740  •  13 Nov 1926 - 2 Sep 2006

Died in Tampa, FL
Interred in Interred in Veterans National Cemetery, Bushnell, FL

 

August John "Gus" Dielens, Jr., was born in Bridgeton, NJ, but attended grammar and high school in the Philadelphia suburbs in Upper Darby, PA. After graduating from high school, he enrolled in the University of Miami, where he lettered in football in 1944. He decided to join the Army Air Corps in September 1944 and served two years in World War II. Then, one of Gus's dreams came true, and he was able to enter the United States Military Academy as a member of the Class of 1950.

As a cadet, Gus, or the "Goose" as some called him, captivated everyone with his smile. It was his wonderful athleticism, however, that earned him many awards. During a football game against Stanford on 4 Nov 1948, Gus suffered a fractured neck. The injury briefly slowed him down, but did not deter him from continuing in athletics. His First Class year he was ineligible to play for Army, but he stayed involved as an assistant football coach. He earned letters in football, track, basketball, and baseball, as well as the Major A in football. In addition to his athletic achievements, Gus also served as hop manager and was selected as a Cadet Captain.

Upon graduation from West Point, Gus joined the Infantry. He served proudly in combat in Korea with the 8th Cavalry Regiment, and, on 4 Feb 1951, he was wounded in action. After surgery, recuperation, and therapy, Gus returned to duty. He served in three wars, World War II, Korea, and Viet Nam and was awarded the Silver Star, the Legion of Merit, and the Purple Heart. He was selected for the Senior Officer Army Aviation Flight Training Program. Although not qualified, he learned to fly the UH-1 Iroquois, CH-23 Raven, and OH-13 Sioux helicopters, under the supervision of a qualified aviator.

Shortly after graduation, Gus married Shirley Anne Rhodes, a former Miss Florida (1949), and they subsequently became the proud parents of three children, Deborah Anne, August John III, and Shirley Vandiver. Gus always described his tours of duty as rewarding, including tours at Ft. Benning, GA, Ismir, Turkey, Charleston, SC, Ft. Riley, KS, two tours in Korea, Ft. Leonard Wood, MO, and the Pentagon. He attended the Infantry School, Special Weapons and Nuclear Weapons courses, Command and General Staff College, Armed Forces Staff College, and the Army War College - just to name a few. His final assignment took him back to where it all began, to West Point, as athletic director. He was once again involved with one of his major loves, athletics.

Gus was always grateful to West Point and the Army for the education and the opportunities he was given throughout the first half of his life. It is said, though, that into each life some rain must fall, and so the rain fell into Gus's life. He retired as a colonel from the job he loved the most to return to Tampa, FL, for his family's sake. He accepted a position as athletic director of the University of Tampa, but just three years later, the university decided to eliminate their football program. It continued to rain when, in 1979, his beloved Shirley passed away after a courageous battle with cancer.

In 1981, the sun began to shine again when Gus married Ann, inherited three more children, and began the second half of his life.

Gus engendered love and esteem in those around him. His stepson recalled the first time he met Gus and described him as having an air of confidence he'd never seen before. Gus shared fascinating stories of his experiences in the Cadet Dining Hall at West Point, such as holding his chin down to his chest, to "make a second chin," and how to pass the salt and pepper.

Gus' stepson also remembered the day he enlisted in the Air Force. After going to an Air Force recruiter's office, he was afraid his mother would be upset that he had joined the Air Force without first consulting her. Instead, Gus went out and bought the thickest steaks he had ever seen to celebrate. His stepson realized that Gus was proud of him, a memory he would carry with him all his life. The confidence and pride that Gus had in himself, he also instilled in his stepson.

When Gus retired, Ann said she had a hard time convincing Gus it was not necessary to move every two years. She finally won him over, however, when they purchased a home on die 12th green in Lakeland, FL. They went out in the evenings in the golf cart, and Gus could practice putting and Ann could fish. It was wonderful; the ponds had large mouth bass and there were alligators on the golf course. Gus learned to fish and to sail. He also learned why there are channel markers, but only after he spent the night out in the Gulf of Mexico. The best part though, was that Gus worked for Ann for 16 years.

In 25 years with Ann he learned that, even though he was a veteran, he could still help other veterans. He volunteered at the VA Hospital and at the MacDill Air Force Base Pharmacy once a week, as well as working for Ann, who was the Florida State Secretary/Treasurer for the Ladies Auxiliary for the Veterans of Foreign Wars. Gus deposited many, many checks for hospitalized veterans, for homeless veterans, for telephone calling cards for our servicemen overseas, and for children of deceased veterans.

Gus continued to play golf until he physically could no longer play, but he never lost his smile or his winning way with all he met. We will always remember his smile, which would light up the room, and his infectious laugh, which would chase away the gloom. Then God called him home, and with sadness we parted. But memories of Gus will always linger in our hearts.

-- His wife and stepson

John Adams Dille, Jr.

NO. 17826  •  2 November 1926 – 13 April 1952

Died 13 April 1952 (Air Accident) in Korea, aged 25 years.


"THE CLASS OF 1950 will not soon forget 'the Redhead from Virginia.’" - These words from the 1950 HOWITZER summed up how Jack Dille's classmates felt about him. Jack was killed in 1952, but he is not forgotten nor will he be forgotten by his many friends. Jack's character and personality were as distinctive as his bright red hair that seemed to be symbolic of his spirit, warmth , individuality, humor, and courage.

Jack was born in Wheeling, West Virginia on 2 November 1926. Shortly afterwards his family moved to Roanoke, Virginia, which was to be Jack's hometown. There at Jefferson Senior High School he became well known as a football and basketball star. After he was graduated in June, 1944, "the Redhead" entered Virginia Military Institute where he became recognized immediately as one of the most popular members of his class. After completing his "Rat' year at VMI, he enlisted in the Army Air Corps, underwent basic training, and later was assigned to the USMA Preparatory School at Amherst College. Jack entered West Point in July, 1946, and his four years there were marked by the many friends who found happiness in his companionship.

Jack went on to win his pilot’s wings in the U.S. Air Force. After several stateside assignments be was assigned to the 8th Fighter-Bomber Group in Korea where he was awarded the Air Medal. His citation read, in part: "In the course of these operations Lieutenant Dille engaged in strafing and dive bombing from dangerousy low altitudes, destroying and damaging enemy installations and equipment, thus bringing great credit upon himself and the United States Air Force."

On Easter morning, 13 April 1952, Jack met his death in an aircraft accident while en route from Korea to Japan. It was a great loss to his family and his many friends.

Jack shared his world with the one and only girl in his life, Barbara Minter. Jack and Bobbie went steady at Jefferson Senior High School in Roanoke and throughout his years at VMI and West Point, they looked forward to to the day when they would be married. To no one's surprise they were married on graduation day in the Cadet Chapel. Jack and Bobbie have a fine son, John III, who was born after Jack left for Korea. Jack, unfortunately, never saw his son.

AthItetics were an important part of Jack's life. He was outstanding in football and basketball at Jefferson High School and at VMI. Jack was comparatively small for football, however, and he did not personally make any headlines at West Point. In spite of his size, he did, through his earnest and capable performance on the practice field, contribute to the success of the Army team. Jack always gave his best on the athletic field and could always be counted on to do his job when the going was tough.

No, "The Class of 1950 will not soon forget the Redhead from Virginia." We will always cherish his charm and sincere friendship. Jack was always completely forthright and honest with everyone, for he despised hypocrisy and pretense. His cheerful approach to the rigors of West Point helped many of his classmates to keep their perspective. Jack never lost his sense of humor, and he enjoyed a joke on himself most of all. His carefree attitude in many ways disguised Jack's serious-minded purposefulness. In his assigned tasks as in athletics, he didn't make headlines, but he always had the courage and determination to get the job done.

Jack was religious in his own inconspicuous way, and his major contribution to the world was the happiness be gave to others. Sports Editor Bob McLelland in his column in the Roanoke World-News eulogized Jack with these words: "Jack got his 'call' on Easter morning. I like to think that there was something more than chance in the fact that he left this world on the same day that Our Savior arose. It is not hard - Jack was that kind of boy and man."

- A Friend

Charles F. Dickerson

NO. 17785  •  8 Dec 1926 - 25 Jun 2005

Died in Aurora, CO. Interred in Ft. Logan National Cemetery, Denver, CO

 

In 1944, Charles Frederick "Fred" Dickerson graduated from Centennial High School, Pueblo, CO, and enlisted in the Army, serving stateside until receiving his appointment to West Point in 1946. Commissioned in the Infantry, upon graduation Fred married Virginia King of New York before leaving for the Far East with the 24th Infantry Division. Serving on the line at the Pusan Perimeter, he sustained a bullet wound. Upon his return from the hospital, he found his unit advancing into North Korea. Fred continued to serve there another 15 months and was awarded the Silver Star and Purple Heart.

From 1952 to 1956, Fred was assigned to the Infantry School at Ft. Benning, GA, where two of his children, Richard and Elizabeth, were born. He next served at Schofield Barracks, HI, first with USAR Hawaii, then as a company commander in the 25th Infantry Division.

In the late 1950s, Fred became an assistant professor of military science in ROTC at City College of New York, Bronx, NY, where the family welcomed another daughter, Dianne. In 1963, Korea called again, and Fred shipped out to serve as the executive officer, 1st Battalion, 5th Cavalry, 1st Cavalry Division. He returned a year later to attend Command and General Staff College, followed by two years at HQ, Fourth Army, Ft. Sam Houston, TX.

After studying Italian at the Language Institute in Washington, DC, the family traveled to Rome, where Fred worked with the Military Assistance Advisory Group, earning a Commendation Medal. The 1970s opened with Fred with the Military Assistance Command, Viet Nam, working to expedite U.S. withdrawal. His final duty was at Ft. Monroe, VA, with Training and Doctrine Command. He retired in May 1973 to Aurora, CO, and studied business at Denver's Metro State College.

Throughout the next two decades, he helped raise four grandchildren and enjoyed gardening, home improvement, and financial investment. He also became quite a chef (surely inspired by his time in Italy) and kept regular contact with many of his military comrades. His only sibling, Don Dickerson, SFC U.S. Army (Retired), passed away 15 Sep 2005.
Fred's family and friends mourn his passing and hold his memory in highest regard. We all miss him and will never forget him.

We wish him peace.
Son Richard F. Dickerson


Reminiscences submitted by classmates and friends:
Fred was a superb [ROTC] instructor, whose witticisms and overall good nature gained the attention and respect of the cadets, who understood the underlying seriousness of his teaching because it was backed by his personal combat experiences.... In field training exercises, Fred was in his element, planning realistic maneuvers and providing detailed and constructive critiques of each cadet's performance .... My family had become very dose to Fred, Ginny, and their fine family, and we kept in touch over the years. I shall always remember Fred as one of my closest friends. - COL (Ret.) Robert E. Crowley '46

Like a first girlfriend, first kiss, or first car, I will never forget my first company commander, CPT Charles Dickerson, Company C, 2-21st Infantry, 25th Infantry Division. From the day I reported in, his calm demeanor and military bearing served as a warm welcome to my new family: my military family. He took this second lieutenant under his wing, teaching me things I had not been taught in IOLC, things that later I passed on to young officers under my command. He taught me that the Army takes care of its people .... CPT Dickerson was a father figure, mentor, and a great example of what leadership is all about. Although he was the "old man," I knew he would be a true friend. - COL (Ret.) Joe DiGiacinto

... Our first encounter after graduation was memorable. In late August 1950, five Class of '50 second lieutenants (DeGraf, Dreisonstok, Warner, Ufner, and Pritchett) were on their way to join the 21st Infantry Regiment "Gimlets" just west of Pohang, Korea. As we rode in the back of the 2 1/2 ton truck, John Ufner, Fred's roommate at West Point, provided us with bravado comments all the way from Taegu. Suddenly John said, "Here comes the meat wagon (a litter jeep)." As our truck pulled over to the side of the narrow road to let the litter jeep pass, we all looked down to see Fred on the stretcher, covered in blood and in obvious pain. Fred had preceded us to Korea by a couple of weeks. At that moment, the war became very personal, and it was the last comment John Ufner made for some time!

In 1959, Fred and I crossed paths again when we both commanded rifle companies at Schofield Barracks. There, I got to know and respect Fred's leadership abilities. Regardless of the situation, his great sense of humor shone. His dedication, professionalism, and dependability were displayed in the training and field exercises we conducted together at Kahuku and Pohakaloa, and the soldiers of Company C were outwardly proud of their commander! Fred and I were in the same CGSC class. .. . We renewed our friendship through class parties and social events. Fred still had his great sense of humor. In the computer age, Fred and I kept in touch via e-mail. When Fred became ill, Ginny kept us apprised of each other's activities and passed along our many e-mail jokes.

God saw you were getting tired and
a cure was not to be.
With tearful eyes, we watched you
suffer and saw you fade away. 
Although we loved you dearly, we
could not ask you to stay.
A Golden Heart stopped beating,
working hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
that He only takes the best. 
- Author unknown

Fred was a great soldier and friend.
- Bud Pritchett '50

Gene A. Dennis

NO. 17865  •  27 Dec 1925 – 28 Sep 1952

Killed in Action in North Korea. Remains not found.

 

Gene Alton Dennis, "Gene A," was born in Tipton, IN. He was the only child of Byron and Margaret Dennis. In his early youth, the Dennis family moved frequently because his father, an agent and telegrapher for the Nickel Plate Railroad, was transferred from one location to another. Con­sequently, Gene’s school years were spent moving between Indiana and Ohio until his family finally settled during his senior year in high school in St. Mary's, OH, where he graduated from Memorial High School. Despite his short time at that school, he readily entered into stu­dent activities. He was a member of the student Activities Com­mittee and the basketball team, his favorite sport.

The many moves the Dennis family made helped make it a close and loving family. He developed a fondness for railroads and learned railroad operations and Morse code from his father, a skill that proved invaluable to Gene A as he went through pilot training. During their frequent moves, his mother tutored him, helping him make the necessary adjustments to new schools.

Early on, Gene A began to focus on aviation while reading the exploits of COL Roscoe Turner, a famous early stunt pilot, ob­serving the Cleveland air races, reading about early aviation de­velopments, and learning about the exploits of the Army Air Forces during WWII. At the age of 17, Gene A enlisted and, after passing the physical and mental tests, was accepted into the Army Air Force aviation cadet program. That was the first step on his path to earning his military pilot wings.

He was assigned to Kessler Army Air Field (AAF), MS, where he completed basic military training and then went through a series of tests to determine his aptitude for flight training. Out of a group of 160 candidates, Gene A was one of six selected for pilot training and attended on-the-line training at Spence AAF, GA. While there, he received and accepted an appointment to the Academy from Fourth Ohio Congressional District Repre­sentative Robert Jones. Private Dennis resigned from the avia­tion cadet program and went to the USMA preparation pro­gram at Amherst College, MA, before taking the entrance ex­aminations. After completing the examinations, he was sent to Westover AAF, MA, along with other Air Corps members of the USMAP program.

Happiness and excitement stirred Gene A when he learned he had been accepted to the Academy. On 2 Jul 1945, PVT Dennis became New CDT Dennis and began the "Beast Bar­racks" ordeal. He took it in stride and looked forward to the academic year and the Army football program. Unfortunately, his happiness ended when he was deficient in Spanish and turned back. Determined to return to West Point and succeed, he at­tended the Sullivan Preparatory School to prepare for the reen­trance examinations. Happiness returned to Gene A, as well as his devoted parents, when he passed the examinations and was read­mitted as a member of the Class of '50.

While at the Academy, Gene A’s positive attitude, willingness to help others to adapt to changing situations, and easygoing disposition were traits that demonstrated a strength of character that was recognized by classmates and won him many friends.

After graduation, Gene A reported to Randolph Air Force Base, TX, for primary flight training. On arrival, he was reas­signed to Goodfellow AFB because the Korean War require­ments for Reservists placed an extra demand on facilities already filled. At Goodfellow, he joined classmates who had begun their flight training but his experience from the Aviation Cadet Pro­gram allowed him to catch up with them. He was in one of the first groups to solo and his flight commander identified him as a natural pilot, predicting his destiny to fly fighters. The predic­tion was valid. Gene A was selected for advanced jet flight train­ing at Williams AFB, AZ, and was one of the first to solo in the T-33 jet trainer. And, it was old times again as he joined his former roommates, Robert A. Williams and William G. Fuller, as they began their training. His parents attended the graduation cer­emonies and his mother proudly pinned silver pilot wings on Gene A’s uniform.

He attended the Fighter Combat Crew Training Course at Luke AFB, AZ, and, as had been predicted, his flying and gun­nery skills marked him as an outstanding fighter pilot. He usu­ally outmaneuvered fellow trainees and his instructors in simu­lated air-to-air fighting. His reputation as a superior fighter pilot was further established as Gene A attended theater indoctrina­tion at Johnson Air Base in Japan. One example of his skill in­volved an accident during an F-80 training flight. On that flight, he experienced complete electrical failure and subsequent engine flameout. He was faced with two options: eject or make a power-­off landing. He chose the latter, entering the flameout pattern to set up for a landing and continued to restart the engine. As he turned on to the final glide path, he delayed lowering the landing gear until he was certain the aircraft could glide to a safe landing. He attempted to lower the landing gear just prior to touchdown but not in time. The aircraft slid to a belly landing and Gene A was unhurt and the aircraft deemed repairable. As he stepped out of the cockpit, he was uncertain why the flameout occurred, but knew he had enough airspeed and altitude to reach an entry point and set up a flame out pattern for a "dead stick' landing while continuing to restart the engine and make it to the runway. Make it he did, demonstrating remarkable professional skill.

That was Gene A’s last flight in the F-80. That same day, he received orders to report to the 474th Fighter Bomber Group in Korea, an F-84 unit. After theater indoctrination flights, he began flying bombing and close air support sorties over North and South Korea. After completing 20 combat missions, he was selected to be a flight leader on his 21st flight and scheduled to lead four F-84s on a combat mission near Pyong Yang, North Korea. On that mission, he was shot down. No one in the flight observed a parachute. He was reported missing in action on 28 Sep 1952 and declared dead on 31 Dec 1953.

Gene A was a courageous and unflappable fighter pilot who is missed by his family, friends, and associates. He was a person not to be forgotten and a joy to know. The Air Medal and Purple Heart were added to his WWII and Korean War service awards such as the WWII Victory Medal, the American Campaign Medal, the Korean Presidential Award, the United Nations Ser­vice Medal, and Korean Service Medal with one service star.

- Classmate and wingman Bill Curry

Reed E Davis, Jr.

NO. 17821  •  8 June 1926 ‑ 30 March 2000

Died in Leavenworth, KS
Interred in Mount Calvary Cemetery, Ft. Leavenworth, KS


Reed Ellsworth Davis, Jr., was born to Reed Ellsworth Davis, Sr., and Myrtle Kenworthy Davis in Omaha, NE.   Reed, Jr., attended elementary and junior high schools there and spent many hours fishing with his father, and pursuing his interests in ham radios, fishing, and track. In 1944, he graduated from Wentworth Military Academy in Lexington, MO. He then spent two years in the Army as an enlisted man and earned a competitive appointment to West Point. Before setting foot at the Academy, Reed prepared for the entrance exam at Amherst College, MA.

     As a cadet, he continued his interest in track and developed a lifelong interest in squash. Reed also was known as "Bummy," but we have yet to learn the genesis of that nickname. The Howitzer says, "All cadets have sad stories, but Bummy had longer and sadder tales than anyone else we know. Where a man with less persistence and determination to turn in a creditable performance in the face of adversity would have cashed in his chips, Bummy rose to the occasion in a manner that makes us proud to claim him as one of ours." Roommate Drew Rutherford added that he and Reed were together at the Prep School at Amherst College and Ft. Benning, and when they reported to West Point, they were "quickly marked for special upper class attention as being former enlisted men with a cynical mind set." They then became roommates for two years as cadets in E‑2 Company.

     On Graduation Day, 6 Jun 1950, Reed was among the 670 to graduate. The next day, he married Margaret "Peggy" R. Huston of Seattle, WA.  Reed and Peggy met in Omaha during Reed's last Christmas leave from the Point. Peggy had recently graduated from Northwestern University. They had seven children: Lynn Anne, Christine, Carolyn Sue, Reed III, Stephen, James, and Sara Anne. Over the years, Reed and Peggy lost Christine, James, and Sara. Christine died in 1970 and is buried in Gettysburg, PA. James died in 1980 near Seattle and Sara died in 1998 at age 27 in a car accident in Kansas. She had just been accepted into medical school at the University of Kansas ­Lawrence. Reed spent the last two years of his life setting up a scholarship in her name. Peggy died in 1993 after a long bout with emphysema. Reed, Peggy, and Sara are all buried at Mount Calvary Cemetery.

     Reed and his children's difficulty with timetables was typified by a weekend fishing trip to Lake Perry in Kansas. They were to be up "at the crack of dawn" but did not leave until 10:30 in the morning because they had to stop for fishing licenses, fishing gear, gas, and bait. By the time they arrived at Lake Perry, it was past noon, so they had lunch, rented a boat, motored around the lake and then drove home. Reportedly, this was not an unusual trip.

     Reed chose the Infantry branch. For three years, he was the platoon leader and executive officer of the 550th Signal Relay Company in Karlsruhe, Germany, His next assignments were as commandant of the 1Oth Infantry Division Combat Arms Advanced NCO School at Ft. Riley; student at the Advanced Infantry Officers Course at Ft. Benning; and company commander in the 34th Infantry Regiment and assistant regimental S‑3 of the 19th Infantry Regiment. Later assignments include: professor of military science and tactics at San Francisco high schools; S‑3 of 3rd Brigade, 8th Division, 18th Infantry, in Berlin, Germany; CGSC; and graduate school at Georgia Tech, where he received a master's degree in industrial engineering. Reed spent the next two years at‑the Pentagon, Office of the Vice Chief of Staff of the Army. Service in Viet Nam as a battalion commander and brigade executive officer with the Americal Division followed. He received the Legion of Merit, Distinguished Flying Cross, Bronze Star Medal with V, seven Air Medals, the Combat Infantryman Badge, and the Purple Heart for wounds received in action.

     Reed returned to the States for assignments with the Secretary of Defense; the Army War College; the Combat Developments Command; and the Training and Doctrine Command's Combined Arms Center. In 1978, he retired as a colonel and joined Vector Research, Inc. as a program manager until 1983. Hap Miller, a friend and professional associate of Reed's for many years, offered Reed a return to government service as the civilian deputy and chief technical advisor to the commanding general of the US Army Combined Arms Operations Research Activity at Ft. Leavenworth. In 1988, Reed left federal service to work with Vector Research, Inc. as a program manager, contributing to major studies and developments related to target acquisition, tactical nuclear doctrine, and training support systems.

     Bill Lawrence, another friend and professional associate of Reed's, had this to say, "Reed was one of the first operations research/systems analysis officer specialists and perhaps the Army's most qualified colonel able to get into the “guts" of complex computerized force‑on‑force tactical models at the unit level and make them work to get a study done; as such, he had a very positive effect on the ArmyWeapons System Acquisition process."

     Bill added this statement about Reed's personal life, "One of his principal hobbies was to be the most rabid fan for the University of Nebraska football team. There was none more energetic. Other than his work, a more consuming passion was his love for his late daughter Sara and his support for her love of horses. He spent many hours and days helping her to achieve her goals as a trainer and rider."

     In the last few years of his life, Reed was a private defense analysis consultant in combat effectiveness of equipment, such as the main battle tank.

     Reed Davis was a loyal son of West Point who served his country in peace and war with great distinction as a commissioned officer, Army civilian, and defense contractor. He was a good father and husband, and he was proud of his Nebraska roots.

Go Big Red!

Daughter Lynn Evans, Son Reed III, friends and classmate Lou Genuario

William L. Daugherty

NO. 17728  •  28 July 1928 – 6 September 2001

Died in Auburn, CA
Cremated and inurned in Presidio of San Francisco National Cemetery, San Francisco, CA

 

William Lester Daugherty was born in Duluth, MN, where his father, a captain in the Field Artillery, was stationed. His father's career saw the family move to Illinois, Washington State, and Hawaii, where they were stationed at Schofield Barracks in the 1930s. While Bill's father served in the Pacific Theatre during WWII, the family took up residence in the charming city of Santa Barbara, CA. The home they made there is the place his father retired as a brigadier general and then gardened extensively for more than 40 years. That home has remained in the family, with Bill's son, William, now owning the home to bring up Bill's grandchildren.

Bill graduated from Santa Barbara High School and entered the U.S. Military Academy in July 1946. He reported weekly to his parents in Santa Barbara of how he respected his teachers and the quality of the education he was receiving at the Academy as a member of C‑ 1 Company. He made many lifelong friends while at the Academy and was an enthusiastic member of the varsity wrestling team for two years (which changed the shape of his nose), and an active member of the Camera Club for three years. Bill graduated from West Point on 6 Jun 1950, a day whose passing he would remark on each year.

After one tour in Alaska, where he learned to cross-country ski, a sport he enjoyed the rest of his life, he married Lu Ann Muehl, a lovely and charming flight attendant that he had met shortly before graduating from USMA. They were married at the Presidio Chapel in San Francisco on 11 Apr 1953 with Al Fern, a classmate, serving as best man. This long and happy marriage produced four children: Ann in 1954; Patricia in 1958; and the twins Barbara Sharon and William Matthew in 1959. His children were a great source of pride to him, and he was a devoted father and husband.

Bill enjoyed his career as a Field Artilleryman with assignments in Ft. Sill, Ft. Huachucha, and two tours in Korea. He attended the University of Arizona at Tucson during 1961‑63, where he earned a masters of science degree in aerospace engineering. On graduation, he was awarded membership in Sigma Xi Honorary Society, an organization promoting scientific research. Bill then attended CGSC at Ft. Leavenworth, KS, after which he was a research associate at what is now known as Lawrence Livermore Labs.

In 1966, Bill was assigned to be the executive officer of the 4th U.S. Missile Command in Korea and, later, commanded the 1st Battalion, 42 Artillery. He returned in April 1968 to his family in Livermore, CA, to join the Livermore Division, Research and Development Liaison Directorate, Field Command, Defense Atomic Support Agency. In July 1968, he assumed duties as chief of the Weapons Branch, where he made major contributions to the strength and reliability of the U.S. nuclear weapons arsenal.

LTC William L. Daugherty retired from active duty in 1970, after 20 years of honorable and distinguished service. He was awarded the Army Commendation Medal, the WWII Victory Medal, and the National Defense Service Medal.

In his civilian life, Bill spent seven years with Stanford Research International (SRI) in Menlo Park, CA, where his duties included research for the U.S. Government concerning nuclear energy and technology. He was a private consultant to a number of high technology firms in the area and contributed to a major program assisting developing countries in planning expansions of their domestic energy bases. Additionally, he worked with Quadrex Corporation in Campbell, CA, working on the nuclear segment of the electric power generation industry for two years.

Bill was a perennial student, ever‑seeking intellectual challenges and opportunities to add to his already considerable knowledge base. He earned a second master's in business administration from Santa Clara University while working at SRI and, in 1991, was awarded his Juris Doctor. He took the California Bar, one of the most difficult in the U.S., on his 63rd birthday, and passed the first time. In the Forty‑Fifty class reunion yearbook, his sense of humor was evidenced when he wrote that he viewed the law business as a "close race between my few remaining neurons and the examiner of the California Bar." Bill had a law practice in Auburn, CA, until December 1999.

While not a smoker, he was diagnosed with lung cancer in late 1999. He fought a courageous battle, and beat the odds with his survival time. The support from his family and many West Point friends was unstinting. On one of his last nights on earth, Bill beamed with pride as he was surrounded by his loving family, including all seven grandchildren, as they sang the songs they had all enjoyed while camping together in earlier years. Bill died at home and was buried alongside his mother Anna Sandstrom Daugherty at the Presidio in San Francisco National Cemetery, in a gravesite reserved by his father in 1931.

In all things he was a mentor and above all, he set a good example to his children, based upon his high principles, ideals, strength of character, and great personal integrity. He was a true friend and an honest man. He epitomized the ideals of the soldier he was trained to be at the Academy.

The West Point "Alma Mater" says: "And when our work is done, our course on earth is run, may it be said: 'Well Done, be thou at peace. ' "

Well done, William L. Daugherty!  Be thou at peace.

Dale Jackson Crittenberger

NO. 17532  •  21 May 1927 – 17 September 1969

Died September 17, 1969 in Vietnam, aged 42 years.
Interment: Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia.


"BE FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH, AND I
WILL GIVE THEE A CROWN OF LIFE"

DALE JACKSON CRITTENBERGER was born at Walter Reed General Hospital on 21 May 1927, the third son of Willis D. and Josephine W. Crittenberger.

Jack's boyhood was spent at the usual stations of the pre-World War II Army: Washington, Fort Bliss, Manila, Fort Knox, Fort Benning, San Antonio, and Panama; he attended schools at these locations, and in particular he enjoyed St. Albans in Washington; Alamo Heights High School in San Antonio, where Pookie and Jack met; and the University of Texas, where he was a third generation member of Sigma Chi Fraternity.

Jack entered the U.S. Military Academy with the Class of 1950 and spent four years in Company C2, where he did well in both the academic and tactical departments. He was one of ten cadets selected for an exchange trip to L'Ecole Polytechnique during "Cow" summer. He was a Cadet Corporal and later the Senior Lieutenant in his company.

Upon graduation Jack chose Armor and began his service as a Tanker in the 2d Armored Division at Fort Hood, Texas, which location facilitated Pookie's and his wedding on 28 September 1950, at Fort Sam Houston. Twelve days later Jack went to Korea, along with many others from the Class of 1950, joining the 1st Cavalry Division, first as an Infantry Platoon Leader, then as a Tank Platoon Leader. Later he was selected as Aide to Major General Hobart R. Gay, Division Commanding General, and returned to Headquarters, Fourth U. S. Army with him in 1951.

The Associate Company Officers' Course at Fort Knox, followed by a second tour at Fort Hood, this time as a Company Commander in the 1st Armored Division preceded another assignment with the 2d Armored Division, now located in Germany. Here Jack commanded D Company, 57th Tank Battalion, and later served in Headquarters, United States Army Europe, as a staff officer.

The Crittenbergers were recalled to the States in 1956, when Jack was assigned to the White House as the Assistant to the Military Aide to President Eisenhower for an exceptional three-year tour. The gold leaves of Major were pinned on a very surprised Jack by the President on 25 June 1959.

A year at the Command and General Staff College at Fort Leavenworth broadened Jack's military education and professionalism and gave family and friends an opportunity to enjoy his great talent for piano playing, a hobby which brought as much pleasure to them as it did to the competent accompanist.

In 1960, Jack joined the 4th Armored Division in Germany as the G3 Operations Officer for eighteen months, before taking command, as a Major, of the 1/37th Armor at Crailsheim for a year and a half. Jack's knowledge of his equipment and tactics enabled him to march his Battalion through an aggressor enemy regiment without its knowledge.

From the 4th Armored Jack was ordered to the Military Academy for a rewarding tour in the Department of Tactics; one year was spent as the Senior Armor Instructor, Office of Military Instruction, followed by a year as the Executive Officer of the 1st Regiment, United States Corps of Cadets.

A move to Carlisle Barracks came next, where Jack graduated from the Army War College and received the degree of Master of Science in International Affairs from George Washington University.

From August 1966 to July 1968, Jack worked as Plans Officer, Military Assistance Command Thailand J3, where he was instrumental in the successful deployment of Thai armed forces personnel to Vietnam in support of Free World objectives.

In July 1968, the family returned to the United States and bought a house in McLean, Virginia, where Pookie und the children now live. Jack's second request for duty in Vietnam had been granted, and after attending the Senior Officers' Counterinsurgency arid Special Warfare Orientation at Fort Bragg, Jack reached Vietnam on 17 September 1968 and was assigned to II Field Force Vietnam Headquarters, as Senior US Liaison Officer to the Thai "Black Panther" Division. His continued service with the Thai forces had been requested by the Ministry of Defense.

On 1 May 1969, Jack received from Major General Harris W. Hollis the guidon symbolic of his assuming command of the 3d Brigade, 9th Infantry Division, operating in the important area between Saigon and Cambodia. He ardently wanted this command, extended his tour to accept it, and, as a tanker, was extremely proud when presented the Combat Infantryman Badge.

His Brigade had many visitors, since it was engaged both in combat operations and pacification projects in the hotly contested Hou Nghia - Long An area; all came away with praise for the "Go Devil" Brigade and its leader. Because of its capabilities and key location, the Brigade was selected to remain in Vietnam when the remainder of the Division was ordered home. Jack was inspired by his men, and often wrote of their competence, spirit, willingness, and "can do" attitude; similarly, his troops recognized in Jack a leader who looked out for their interests constantly, in action and in base camp, and who carefully considered all the eventualities before making a decision. Consequently this Brigade was known and admired for its ability to accomplish its missions quickly, with few casualties, and with more than a touch of the old elan of armor. Jack was aggressive in maintaining and exploiting a contact once gained, employing a combined arms team of air mobile and armored personnel carrier mounted Infantry, air support, gunships, and Artillery fire support. He achieved outstanding success in his relations with the various Vietnamese leaders and units in his area. This Brigade was used as an example of how things should be done.

On 17 September 1969, one of Jack's Battalions made a contact; in directing the engagement from his command ship, along with the engaged battalion's commander, and members of both staffs, Jack's helicopter collided with one of the incoming gunships. There were no survivors. Our understanding sympathy goes out to the families of these eleven valiant men - gallant soldiers, all of them.

Jack died doing what he most wanted to do - serve his country effectively and unhesitatingly, with pride and enthusiasm for the achievements of his command. His ardent dedication to the task at hand and his persuasive leadership motivated his officers and his men. His life is an inspiration to all who knew him, for he was a model son, cadet, officer, husband, brother, father and friend. He possessed attributes of love known to all of us - justice, consideration, unselfishness, and graciousness. He is irreplaceable to his family; the letters of sympathy from President to Platoon Sergeant reveal that many share our loss.

A dignified and moving Memorial Service was held at Tan An, Republic of Vietnam, on 19 September 1969, honoring Jack and his fallen comrades-in-arms and attesting to the esteem which the men of his Brigade had for "Colonel Critt."


His Division Commander has said of him, " When the challenge of supreme leadership was impelling on the field of battle, Colonel Jack Crittenberger was in no way found wanting. He gave so much to his Brigade. He brought so much inspiration - he won his battles while here because he won his men. He drained dry his Cup Of Valor."

The Commander of the US Naval Forces Vietnam, with whose men the 3d Brigade worked closely, wrote: "He was one of the truly great who stood out, not only in professional competence, but also in his compassion and understanding for his associates and subordinates."

Colonel Dale Jackson Crittenberger was buried at Arlington Cemetery on 22 September 1969, on a gentle slope overlooking the beautiful city of his birth, completing the circle of love and service that was his life. We who long for an equally confident and solid base of life aspire to the dedication, humility, and courage inherent in him.

Jack was awarded the Silver Star (with Oak Leaf Cluster), Legion of Merit (with Oak Leaf Cluster), Bronze Star Medal (with two Oak Leaf Clusters), Distinguished Flying Cross, Air Medal (with ten Oak Leaf Clusters), Purple Heart, Army Commendation Medal (with two Oak Leaf Clusters), Combat lnfantryman’s Badge, the National Order of Vietnam Fifth Class, and the Vietnamese Gallantry Cross with Palm, and numerous theatre and service ribbons. Moreover, during his time in command, his Brigade was cited by the Vietnamese Government with the Cross of Gallantry with Palm, and the Civil Actions Honor Medal 1st Class.

Besides his parents, Lieutenant General (Ret.) and Mrs. W.D. Crittenberger, he is survived by his wife Pookie, the former Mildred Kelleher, and their eight children: Josephine, Kristina, Dale Jr., Juliet, William, Amelia, Kelly, and James; and a brother, Major General W. D. Crittenberger Jr. Another brother, Corporal T.W. Crittenberger, was killed at the Remagen Bridgehead in World War II.

Taking a small liberty with an appropriate song, "The Corps":

"It may be said 'Well Done'

Be Thou at Peace .........

Malcolm R. Cox, Jr.

NO. 17921  •  

Died in a POW Camp April 21, 1951 in North Korea. Interment is unknown.

 

ON THE COLD, OVERCAST MORNING of 21 Apr 1951, Malcolm Robert "Bob" Cox, Jr., was found dead by his fellow prisoners of war in a horrific Red Chinese prison camp called the Bean Camp. Starvation, cold, and pleurisy had taken their toll on a young and promising life. Bob did not even live long enough to see his little son because of the sudden intervention of war into his life.

Ten months earlier, Bob had marched with his class on the Plain at West Point in his graduation parade. That June day was bright and sunny, like a typical day in his hometown of Carmel, CA. It was a day filled with excitement, hope, and celebration. The future seemed so full of promise. For Bob, he would be following the military tradition of his family. None of us foresaw the clouds of war that would darken the perfect sky just barely weeks after graduation. We could not foresee the invasion of South Korea by Communist forces from the north, or how that invasion would impact so many lives.

Our classmate, John Watson, also a POW and a dear friend of Bob's, helped bury Bob on a hillside outside the Bean Camp where many other POWs were buried. Somehow, Bob had sensed that he might die in prison camp, and he often spoke to John about his family. When John returned to the States in 1953, after his release from prison camp, he kept the promise he made to Bob. John visited Bob's wife, Gwen, and their son in New York City, providing the sad but firsthand information about how Bob died and his concern for his wife and child.

John remembers Bob as "a brave man, a true friend and a loyal classmate." Another classmate adds that he remembers Bob as a friendly person "who withstood the rigors of Beast Barracks easily." Two of his roommates recall that for Bob, the West Point motto of Duty, Honor Country was an "azimuth" directing Bob's course. For Bob, there were no shades blurring what was the right direction for him - to become an officer and soldier in the best tradition of West Point. The Army was his dedicated goal.

It was the fate of the Class of '50 to go directly to active units without learning skills at basic branch courses. In late June, Bob and several other classmates went to Japan. Bob joined a 105mm Howitzer unit, the 49th Field Artillery Battalion, 17th Infantry Regiment, 7th Infantry Division - soon deployed from Japan to Pusan, South Korea. Bob participated with his unit in the landing at Inchon. He returned to Pusan and then participated in another landing at lwon. The next operation was the attack north to the Yalu, where he and John Watson ate Thanksgiving dinner together in November 1950 near the Manchurian border at Hyesanjin. It was Bob's 26th birthday. The war seemed over; however, large Chinese force s were poised to intervene.

After the Red Chinese attacked, Bob’s unit deployed to Pusan for refitting and replacement equipment. His unit soon moved forward again. In February 1951, Bob was attached as a forward observer to a South Korean Infantry unit supported by US artillery. When the Chinese overran the Korean unit, they captured Bob - whose observation post was located on vulnerable high ground near Hoengsong, well forward of the Korean Infantry. The date of his capture was 11 Feb 1951. Bob would live only 69 more days in Chinese captivity.

After their capture, the prisoners were marched northward at night, over treacherous mountain trails. The conditions were horrendous, the food was meager, medical care was nonexistent, and strafing by the US Air Force was frequent. The weather was adverse – rain, mud, and snow. Soon, prisoners began to die from beriberi, dysentery, and starvation.

Arriving at the Bean Camp, the prisoners faced even worse conditions. The water was polluted, and the food was scarce. Prisoners died every day. When Bob became sick, he asked John to tell his wife that he loved her.

Now - almost five decades later- as we remember Bob, our hearts are deeply touched by his sacrifice. We should have written sooner, but it has been hard to face the reality of death in one so young. Bob, we say to you that we love you. We remember you as a brave man, a true friend, and a loyal classmate.

- Leo Romaneski, classmate

Willard Holbrook Coates

NO. 17686  •  

Killed in Action November 28, 1950 in Korea, aged 24 Years.

 

STATISTICS and memories combine to paint a portrait of a young man who gave his full measure of devotion to his country. The dry statistics can give us no comfort, but the memories make Willard live for those who loved him.

His bravery doesn't shine in heroic deeds, but in a four-year old not whimpering when his arm had to be rebroken after a mishap in setting.

The desire to wear his country's uniform was Willard's dream from early childhood, As a young boy, Will dressed in his father's old uniform and walked sentry duty before the front door. He challenged all comers with comic reactions from civilian guests.

When active duty faced him after high school graduation, the commands of "shoulder arms", "about face", and "squads right" echoed at night. His family lost many nights of sleep to the Soldier's Manual.

His background was two generations of Army officers, yet his proudest possession was his good conduct medal, because he, of aII his family, had earned the right to wear it.

Will had a deep love of family. His greatest wish the last few years was for a family reunion. There is great comfort in remembering that his wish was fulfilled the summer before his death.

His love of argument was a source of amusement and exasperation. The topic or the side did not matter, just the opportunity to argue. His West Point roommate learned to recognize the symptoms and to prepare to retreat quickly.

His joy in living and curiosity for everything were wonderful gifts. In less than twenty-five years, Willard found and loved laughter, small boy secret joys, and realization of his West Point goal. The last months of his life were the fullest. His graduation, his marriage, and the reunion at home were the memories he took with him overseas.

Following his duty and beliefs Willard met his destiny on a Korean hillside. His legacy is a small daughter born after his death. His mark on history may be minute, but for us who knew and loved him, Willard has left memories and a part of himself to soften the pain of loss.

A portrait of a boy, a man, son, and brother forever young and forever beloved. . . .

- Margaret Coates Moore

Frank Peter Christensen, Jr.

NO. 17560  •  11 October 1927 – 13 February 1951

Killed in Action February 13, 1951 in Korea, aged 23 Years.


Chris was born on 11 October 1927, in Honolulu, Hawaii, and spent the normal abnormal life of an Army brat moving from place to place. The son of a distinguished Army officer, Chris decided to follow in his father’s footsteps. Chris entered West Point in July 1946 to become a member of the Class of 1950. His mature demeanor and steadying influence were soon felt by his Classmates and friends who were not quite so well prepared for the rigors of Plebe year. He was always cheerful and optimistic, and a number of the Class of 1950 owe Chris a debt of gratitude for helping them through those dark days of Beast Barracks when the urge to quit was strong.


Chris was elected honor representative from our company which is tribute enough to his unquestioned integrity. Throughout his four years at the Academy his natural intelligence allowed him to stand high in his class


and at the same time devote most of his time to coaching his friends. Chris was one of the most genuinely liked members of D-2 company by both his classmates and by classes both above and below him. His norm was a friendly nod and grin when you passed him, and always a little personal greeting.

He was uniformly respected throughout the company for his ability to get a job done. The nature of the task was really immaterial, since, he attacked all probIems with confidence and quickly reduced them to their simpIest components. He was similarly respected by the Tactical Department, as was evidenced by his duties and the rank of cadet lieutenant which was awarded him First Class year.

Chris volunteered for jump school when he graduated and once again took things in his stride. But events were taking place that were soon to end his short but dedicated career. After jump school, Chris volunteered for Korea. He was assigned to Company F, 7th Infantry Regiment of the 3d Division near Seoul. In Korea, Chris demonstrated his extreme devotion to duty by displaying conspicuous courage and bravery, On 10 February 1951, his platoon was assigned the mission of rescuing a patrol that was pinned down and unable to move. As his platoon neared the beleaguered patrol, intense small arms and automatic weapons fire halted his unit and wounded one of his men. With complete disregard for his own safety, he crawled across an open area to the wounded man, and although completely exposed to heavy fire, shielded the soldier with his own body while administering first aid. Then, he carried the wounded man 50 yards back through intense automatic fire to the comparative safety of his own platoon. For the above action, Chris was posthumously awarded the Silver Star. This act typified his selfless attitude and regard for his fellow men. Three days later, on 13 February, Chris was instantly killed in action, having sacrificed his life in the defense of his country.

Chris is survived by his father and mother, Colonel and Mrs. Frank P. Christensen of Sunnyvale, Calif.; his brother Robert of Trenton, N.J.; and his sister, Mrs. Lois Roberts of Washington, D.C.

To those who knew Chris, knew of his enthusiasm and intense interest in his work, as well as his love of life and people; it will always be difficult to understand why he should have been taken from us at the beginning of his career. He was laid to rest in the Post Cemetery at West Point. In the brief space of a few combat days the Army lost a fine and talented officer, and all who knew him lost a wonderful friend.

- J.F.B.

Robert M. Chambers

NO. 17888  •  29 May 1926 - 7 June 2003

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Died in San Antonio, TX
Interred in Ft Sam Houston National Cemetery, San Antonio, TX


The Howitzer says Robert Middleton Chambers was proud of his hometown of Middleport, OH, on the widest bend in the Ohio River. It was there, in quiet middle America, that "Bob" was born and grew up as the only child of Marcus and Elsie Chambers. Bob’s father had served in WWI and his grandfather in the Union Army during the Civil War. Their war stories, coupled with Bob’s avid interest in history and the events dealing with WWII, inspired Bob to pursue a military career.

Before he knew it, Bob turned 18 and was drafted into the Army. Subsequently, he received appointments to both the United States Naval and Military Academies. Fortunately for the Army, Bob chose West Point. He never regretted that decision and was extremely proud of being a member of the Long Gray Line.

Ben Lewis, a classmate and cadet roommate, later wrote, "Bob came to West Point already fully prepared to live the motto, 'Duty, Honor, Country' and he demonstrated a mature understanding of what he had to do at West Point to prepare himself for an Army career as a leader."

Throughout his cadet days, Bob worked quietly, meticulously, and diligently. He developed rigorous study habits as he persevered to understand subjects that did not come easily to him. He was a master at focusing on the subject at hand by blocking out voices and ambient noises that could have destroyed his concentration. All who knew Bob could attest to the fact that he kept this desirable ability for the remainder of his life. Lou Genuario, a Plebe and First Class year roommate, said, "Bob had a unique ability to remain unflappable in the midst of confusion. He was a great stabilizing influence, had a wry sense of humor, was a wonderful roommate, and a superb friend."

Bob chose Infantry and quickly became one of the first members of the Class of '50 to fight in the Korean War. After a shortened graduation leave, he reached Japan as the Eighth Army was fighting for its life with its back to the sea near Pusan, Korea. In Japan, he was assigned as a platoon leader in the reorganizing 17th Infantry Regiment, 7th Infantry Division. Due to the shortage of replacement troops, hundreds of Koreans were integrated in the unit. This international integration provided Bob with invaluable experience he later used in Viet Nam.

Bob was fortunate enough to participate in the classic amphibious invasion at Inchon as a rifle platoon leader in the 17th Infantry. After the capture of Seoul, the 17th Infantry, with Bob still one of its junior leaders, raced northward towards the Manchurian border. On 20 Nov 1950, it became the first U.S. unit to reach the Yalu River. Under instructions not to shoot north of the river, they patrolled south of the river. The aggressive and daring attack northward and the highly pressured withdrawal southward provided Bob with more invaluable experiences that he would draw upon in Viet Nam years later.

Following Korea, he was assigned to Camp Roberts, CA, and then to occupation duty with the U.S. Forces in Austria and Germany. There, he met a young lady from Oklahoma, Troy Chancey, working for the Army Service Club. She quickly became the love of his life and, after a whirlwind courtship, they were married in Salzburg, Austria. They traveled as much as they could in their beloved Europe until their union produced two children: son David and daughter Carol. David and Carol are now married and living in Texas, near enough to San Antonio that visits were relatively frequent. Bob particularly delighted in visits with his two teenage grandsons.

Bob was immensely proud of his contributions to the Viet Nam War. He was the province advisor of Phuoc Thanh in 1964. His primary concerns were with pacification and turning most of the defensive duties over to the South Vietnamese. Although he had reservations about the programs themselves and how they were progressing, he later said, "I was happy because I had done some good."

During his 26 years of active duty Bob received numerous medals and awards. His most cherished were four Legions of Merit, one Bronze Star, and the Combat Infantryman Badge.

For Bob, the world was a place of wonder and infinite fascination. He delighted in sharing his interests with others. Thus, many of his military assignments and his pursuits in retirement involved teaching. Teaching related assignments while on active duty included faculty duties at Command and General Staff College and time spent as instructor/commander at four different Army career training centers. After retirement in 1975, Bob taught landscaping at a local community college and marine mammal and introductory computer classes at junior high schools. The results were always successful because his enthusiasm was contagious and he taught with clarity and purpose.

A severe stroke in January 1998 left him mentally alert but physically incapacitated. Nevertheless, he continued occupying his time reading, listening to music, surfing the Internet, and attending classes for senior citizens. He never permitted his disabilities to darken his outlook on life or halt participation in the activities he enjoyed. His humor never diminished. His children said, "He was capable of the most wicked one liners, and what could only be described as groaners. Through the darkest days, he would unnerve the nurses and orderlies with an unexpected joke or pun."

Bob was a kind and gentle man who believed everything was possible. He will be missed by Troy, his loving wife of 48 years; son David and his wife, Rose; daughter Carol and her husband, Steve; grandchildren; relatives; and a host of caring friends worldwide.

Job well done! Be thou at peace.

-Classmate Bill Mastoris, with generous contributions from wife Troy, family, and classmates

Thomas Francis Casserly, III

NO. 17376  •  16 June 1928 – 1 October 1952

Killed in Action October 1, 1952 in Korea, aged 24 Years.


LIEUTENANT THOMAS FRANCIS CASSERLY, III, was born June 16, 1928, in Englewood, New Jersey, the son of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas F. Casserly, Jr.

Tom entered the United States Military Academy In 1946 with many future friends and classmates. His ability to project his sincere understanding to others was felt even in Beast Barracks, where we first had the honor of knowing him. Through four years of diligent work and training, Tom not only bettered himself but also helped to better others. On many occasions he offered his time and assistance to classmates who were having difficulty in various subjects. He wore academic honor stars during his plebe year, but because he was helping so many other cadets, his own standing fell slightly the last three years. He often told us that honor and achievement did not always have to be visible; what mattered most was what one's heart and soul felt. This was Tom, a true, loyal and sincere friend to all, and loved by all. 0n graduation, Tom took a commision in the Air Force and in his training he again excelled.

On August 9, 1951, he married Elizabeth Fissell, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. H. Fissell of Montclair, New Jersey, at Our Lady of Sorrows in South Orange, New Jersey. By January 1952, Tom was off to Korea where he fought his last and greatest battle. The following are extracts from two letters written to Libby after Tom’s death - we know a man by what his friends say:

From a classmate: "There was something magnetic about Tom; I've known many people better than I knew him, but never have I formed such an admiration or affection on actually, a casual acquaintance. He had ability plus - I knew that from the Point. Yet he was so friendly and well-adjusted that to talk to him was pleasant as well as stimulating. I don't think I've ever known a man with more self-respect that came from within. He didn't talk about his ideals, but from his way of living and working they were apparent. On the other hand, his confidence was as far from egotism as black is from white; his conscientiousness was not the eager type by any means. He didn't butter up the right people to get ahead. He just did a better job than anyone and let the record stand quietly".

From his Squadron Commander: "His sheer capacity for work and thoroughness in performance of duty were far beyond that ordinarily found in an officer of his experience. . . I feel that you should know that prior to his accident, he was recommended for the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Air Medal with Oak Leaf Cluster and the Silver Star, the latter for uncommon bravery in action against the enemy while attempting the rescue of another downed pilot. It is the consensus of all of us who have served with Tom that he represented the highest ideals of the service he so genuinely loved".

Tom was killed on October 1, 1952 in Korea, as the result of a plane crash while returning from a combat training mission. He had been indoctrinating a new officer in the type of formation being flown in Korea when his ship developed a mechanical failure.

Tom was a true Christian, whose sole ambition in life was to help others. Towards this end he dedicated his short but full life.

Tom has a daughter Susan, born on June 29, 1952 whom he never saw, and it is she to whom we would like to dedicate this article. Like your father, Susan, may you always be able to place your ideals ahead of personal achievement and consider your greatest reward personal satisfaction from helping others.

- Five Company Classmates

David K. Carlisle

NO. 17405  •  5 February 1927 - 15 January 2000

Died 15 January 2000 in Los Angeles, CA.
Cremated & inurned in Los Angeles National Veterans Cemetery, Los Angeles, CA

 

AS HIS CLASSMATE, Al Fern, said at the funeral, "Dave Carlisle was ahead of his time." It is true. David Kay Carlisle was born in 1927 and attended the Academy during 1946-50, a time when the Academy was not yet ready for a bright, brash African-American. Dave grew up in west Los Angeles, in an accomplished middle class family, and did not know he was supposed to be humble. He was academically gifted and a leader, even as a young man. After a year at the California Institute of Technology, Dave entered West Point and met the realities of the Army of that day.

It will be hard for younger readers to appreciate that the Army, after WWII, was as biased as the society from whence it sprang. During his time at West Point, Dave and the other African - American cadet in the Class of'50, Bob Green, were segregated and made to room together apart from their companies. Despite that treatment, Dave succeeded. He won the acceptance, respect, and affection of his companymates and, despite a few exceptions, the Corps. When Dave graduated from the Academy, he was only the 14th African - American to do so, though none of us knew that, or cared, at the time. Cadet gray turned out to be more important to us than either black or white.

Members of the Class of '50 graduated to find that the Korean War broke out while we were on graduation leave. He was assigned to the 77th Engineer Combat Company, an all African-American unit supporting the 24th Infantry Regiment of the 25th Infantry Division. He served as platoon leader, company executive officer, and, finally, company commander. In September 1951, the Army desegregated its all African-American units in Eighth Army. Dave was in command when the 77th Engineer Combat Company, the Army's last segregated combat unit, was disestablished.

For Dave, like many of the rest of our class, the Korean War was a defining moment. It was from that experience that he found later in life his cause - recognition of the worth and contributions of the African-American soldiers of that war.

After the Korean War, Dave earned a master's of science in civil engineering at MIT and served in Engineer assignments in the U.S. and Germany. While Dave was in charge of the Corps of Engineers Area Office at Loring AFB in Maine, his wife Alma, an architect and engineer, also worked for the Corps. When Dave went to Germany to serve in an Engineer construction battalion, he ran into trouble. His health was poor at the time, but he got no sympathy from his superiors and, reluctantly, left the Army in 1958.

Dave went on, though. He became an assistant to the director of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory. In 1964, he became vice president of Central State University, Wilberforce, OH. In 1968, he became a special consultant on educational technology to the U.S. Department of Labor, NASA, and the White House staffs of Presidents Johnson and Nixon. During 1969-70, Dave was a division manager for Volt Information Systems and, during 1970-73, was CEO of Innovative Sciences.

In 1974, Dave was forced to retire from business due to his poor health. His kidneys failed, and he was dependent on frequent dialysis sessions, restricting his body, but not his spirit. He conducted an incessant campaign to persuade the Army to revise its official history of the Korean War that depicted the African-American troops as cowards who broke and ran at any noise. As a result of his frequent letters and phone calls, in 1996 the Army published a new history of the 24th Infantry Regiment, Black Soldier, White Army. While the new history went a long way to correct the errors of the original official history, it did not satisfy Dave. He insisted, and others agreed, that the African-American soldiers fought as well as the white soldiers. Both responded positively to good leadership. Some "bugged out," but most fought with courage and heroism throughout the war.

Dave also was a family man. His wife Alma continued her career and became Director of the Historic and Cultural Resources Survey of the City of Los Angeles. They raised three attractive and accomplished children with doctorates - a physician, a lawyer, and a computer scientist. Dave was an influential member of his family and his neighborhood and was liked and respected by all. He was a good friend, to all who knew him, throughout his life.

Despite the unfairness of his treatment, Dave remained an idealist. He persisted in his duty until the day he died. He was an honorable man who never gave up his search for truth, nor shirked from an unpopular cause. He served his country well in war and in peace. He epitomizes the spirit of West Point that inspires us to choose the harder right. 

David A. Campbell

NO. 17906  •  14 Feb 1928 - 25 Jun 1978

Died in Indianapolis, IN
Inurned in All Saints Episcopal Church Cemetery, Indianapolis, IN


After graduating from West Point, David Anderson Campbell and I were not likely to cross paths during our careers. He had donned Air Force blue, and I Army green. But our paths did cross, and I am honored to write this memorial. David, a native of San Rafael, CA, was born to Mr. and Mrs. James CampbelL He was appointed to the Military Academy by Representative Clarence F. Lea from the First Congressional District of California, and joined the Class of 1950. Before entering the Academy, Dave had served in the Army from January to June 1946.

As a cadet, he belonged to the Portuguese Club, sang in the Cadet Chapel Choir, and participated in the 100th Nite Show. Assigned to Company M-2, he volunteered to be the company clerk, but in a company of flankers, the duty could not have been too taxing. During summer training as a yearling at Camp Buckner, he was in 9th Company, noted for its collection of class wits. Dave recalled his cadet years as "rather quiet." His company mates described him as an unflappable, agreeable cadet with a sense of humor.

Dave chose the Air Force and, after graduation, entered pilot training at Connally AFB, TX, but did not complete the training because he did not meet the vision requirements. He went on to serve as the supply officer for the 84th Fighter Squadron at Hamilton AFB, CA, from 1951 to 1953, and then he was posted to Korea with the 58th Motor Vehicle Squadron.

In 1951, Dave married Shirley Ross while he was stationed at Hamilton AFB, CA. They had six children: James Ross and Bruce Madsen, born, respectively, at Hamilton AFB in 1952 and 1953; Catherine Anne, born in Austin, TX, in 1955; Karen Jean, adopted in Korea in 1958; Peter Scott, born at Ft. Campbell, KY, in 1960; and Amy Dawn, born in Indianapolis, IN, in 1970.

In 1954, Dave resigned from the Air Force to study at Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, Austin, TX. In 1957, after completing his ministry studies, he re?entered active service as a chaplain in the Army. From 1957 to 1958, he was assigned as a chaplain with the 61st Armor Battalion at Ft. Hood, TX. Later, in 1958, he was assigned to Headquarters, Division Artillery, 7th Infantry Division in Korea as the division artillery chaplain. It was during this assignment that I became closely associated with Dave Campbell. When he was detailed to the 7th Division Artillery, I commanded D Battery, 1st Battalion, 31st Artillery. My battery location was used by the division artillery to house its athletic teams in season, and I was pleasantly surprised to find Dave frequently visiting my battery, which had a large number of nonchurch-going personnel with whom to work. He organized services and a choir, and he was absolutely great in providing pastoral services, particularly to my flock. He initiated three-day religious retreats to Seoul, which were popular with the teams and the battalion. He was particularly helpful to soldiers with personal problems. Anyone who commanded in Korea in those days could attest that those problems abounded.

Dave was patient and perceptive, and he gave far more than he received. I never saw him flustered, but many times he would come into my office frustrated with the many problems he faced with the troops. I had been heavily involved with the kinds of issues with which he was dealing, so we had a mutually supportive friendship. Our paths did not cross again after I returned to the U.S., and he transferred to the Headquarters of the 2nd Battle Group of the 34th Infantry in the 7th Division. After leaving Korea, Dave was assigned to the Headquarters of the 502d Infantry in the 101st Airborne Division at Ft. Campbell, KY. He resigned his commission as a captain in 1960.

He immediately joined the Army National Guard and served with the 47th Division of the Minnesota Army National Guard. During this time, Dave was also the assistant pastor of the Westminster Presbyterian Church in Austin, MN. From 1962 to 1965, he was the pastor of the Woodland Presbyterian Church in Babbitt, MN. From 1965 to 1967, Dave was in training programs, preparing for a position as an institutional pastor. He studied at State Hospital Number One in Fulton, MO, and then at the Indiana University Medical Center in Indianapolis, IN. In 1967, he was named chaplain of the Central State Hospital in Indianapolis.

Dave never lost his interest in, nor his ties to, the military. In 1966, he transferred to the 38th Infantry Division, Indiana Army National Guard. He served as the assistant division chaplain in the grade of major. The Register of Graduates lists him as a lieutenant colonel in the Indiana Army National Guard.

Dave's first marriage ended in divorce; however, on 27 May 1978, he married Mary Lockwood Campbell. Sadly, this marriage was short-lived, as Dave died of heart problems on 25 Jun 1978. His memorial service was held two days later at St. Francis Episcopal Church, Zionsville, IN.

Recalling our days in Korea, I remember Dave as a fascinating conversationalist. It was a different Army in those days, and Dave was extraordinary. He not only met his secular obligations to the Army, but also his religious obligations. I was proud to know him as a friend and a classmate; his classmates should know that he served with great dignity and a true concern for soldiers. His family may be assured that the class remembers Dave as a devoted citizen, soldier, minister, classmate, and friend.

- Classmate Richard G. Trefry

Lynn Holt Camp

NO. 17700  •  27 March 1929 - 25 July 1950

Died July 25, 1950, At Tucson,  Arizona. Aged 21 Years

 

It was a bright sunny morning late in July in a little cowtown of Willcox, Arizona, but everywhere there was sadness and gloom in the air. Today one of Willcox's heroes was to be buried. Lieutenant Lynn Holt Camp came home to be laid to rest. The largest crowd ever assembled at Lynn's home Methodist church was there to tell him good-bye.

There were the West Point graduates, Lt. Frank Borman, Lt. Ross Mayfield, Lt. Jack Magee, Lt. Al Crawford, Lt. Geo. Cannon, Lt. Joe Love, and Lt. John Hurst, to be his active pallbearers. Davis Monthan Air Base had sent its representatives to be the Guard of Honor. There in the family pew sat his parents, Lynn and Edith Camp, and his two sisters, Helen and Janet -- whose grief everyone shared and hoped that their thoughts and prayers would comfort the Camps in their trying hour.

Many people throughout the state were horrified when they read their papers on July fifth to see that Lt. Lynn Camp and his fiancee, Miss Diane Holley, had plunged off the bridge at the ill-famed Cienga Wash in southern Arizona.

Lynn and Diane had left for Tucson early that July morning, to make plans for their impending wedding. There was a slight drizzle of rain and as the car came around the curve it slid over the edge of the bridge and plunged down the canyon for a distance of 200 feet. Rushed to Tucson, Diane and Lynn fought for their lives. They were both given a very slim chance to survive. For twenty days Lynn carried the fight but the Lord called him on July 25th. Diane is presently at the KessIer Institute in West Orange, New Jersey, where she is improving until she can come back to Arizona to make her home.

Lynn was born March 27, 1929 in Superior, Arizona. His early grammar school days were spent in various schools throughout Arizona until his folks made their home in Willcox. Already noted for a very keen mind, Lynn, upon entering high school, began to devote much of his time to music. Blessed with a very fine voice, he was very much in demand for singing engagements in the church and school. Also, at an early age, he choose the trumpet as his musical instrument. He became known as one of the finest trumpeters in the state, appearing in music concerts and festivals. "The Teen-Agers", a high school swing band, was formed and directed by Lynn, and supplied dance music for Willcox and the surrounding communities during war.

Athletics were not slighted by Lynn because of his musical career. In his freshman year he was the first string center on the football team, a position he held until he graduated. Also, he was a three year letterman in basketball. track, and tennis, and a one year letterman in baseball. He holds the distinction of being one of the three men in Willcox's history to win five letters in one year.

His scholarship was unexcelled in high school, and he finished the work in three years instead of four. He led his class throughout those three years and on graduation night, Lynn gave the valedictory address for the class of 1946.

All kids have dreams as to what they want to be when they grow up, but Lynn had only one goal in mind - to attend West Point. He was young when he graduated from high school, being only seventeen years old. He applied for his appointment, took the examinations and was relegated to the position of alternate. The chance came sooner than expected because the boy ahead of him failed his physical examination, and in July 1946, Lynn was West-Point bound.

The surroundings were new for the Arizona boy, but with determination and this inward motto, "To try to surpass one’s seIf should be an occupation as long as life itself', he assumed the task of becoming an Army officer.

First came his nickname, "Bongo", and then his interest in the very fine West Point musical organizations. He sang all four years with the Glee Club and Chapel Choir. In his last two years he was choral director of the "100th Night Show". He also served as Secretary -  Treasurer of the Dialectic Society.

Lynn didn't lose his desire for sports activity at the Academy. There, with the many fine facilities available he became adept in many skills that he had not had the chance to develop while in Willcox. He played on the B squad team in football for two years. His valuable experience in tennis added much to Company D-1's championship team.

In June 1950, Second Lieutenant Lynn H. Camp had reached his first goal - graduation from West Point. Next came his orders to report to the Air Force at Randolph Field, Texas, for flight training. Another ambition had been fulfilled. Then came the trip to Arizona for a vacation before reporting for duty.

Last on the calendar of Lynn's life was the fateful accident while he was home before going to Texas. Looking back over Lynn's past life we will always be able to say he fought the good fight -- his family, his community, his state, and his country gained much by his devotion and his loyalty to them.

- Written by Marvin "Swede" Johnson

Charles L. Butler

NO. 17764  •  3 September 1927 – 21 June 1972

Killed in Action June 21, 1972 in An Loc, Viet Nam, aged 44 Years.


THE DAILY BULLETIN of 3 July 1972: Headquarters, USMA, announced that funeral services for LTC Charles Lewis Butler '50 would be conducted in the Old Cadet Chapel on 5 July. Interment in the Post Cemetery would follow. It came as no surprise to any classmate that West Point would be Chuck’s final resting place - much as he revered the Academy. Yet we realize, too, that when killed in action in Viet Nam on 21 Jun 1972, Chuck was only 44 years old, never destined to grow older, and never to tread on the Plain again. No more seeing the family to which he had grown so devoted.

Chuck was born in 1927, a product of Grand Rapids, MI, where he attended grammar school. Grand Rapids Central High School, and even a junior college. As soon as Chuck entered USMA on 1 Jul 1946 as a member of the Class of '50, it was obvious that he had attained a long-sought goal. Though it would perhaps be an exaggeration to claim Chuck was fond of Beast Barracks, he willingly embraced all that was in store - much to the amazement of his classmates!

On the quiet side as a cadet, Chuck worked diligently and mainly enjoyed swimming and water polo. A member of the camera club for several years, he was active in the production of The Pointer and, in First Class year, was an associate editor.

It is interesting to note that the '50 Howitzer predicted Chuck would truly be an asset to the Army. How time proved the accuracy of that foresight! To be sure, the military career of this private and intense cadet undermines any notion that heroism is the only province of the bombastic.

Upon graduation, Chuck married Joan "Jo" Haskell at West Point on 11 Jun 1950. Commissioned into the Infantry, he initially was assigned to Ft. Devens, MA. Like so many of his classmates, however, Chuck soon found himself in Korea serving as a platoon leader in the 7th Infantry Division. His fledgling days in combat were few; after only a couple of weeks, Chuck was wounded in action and evacuated to Japan. In that brief period of time, however, Chuck distinguished himself with monumental valor. As a combat infantryman, he was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross as well as the Bronze Star. Few can rival that recognition at all, much less in so short a period of time.

Once recovered from his wounds, Chuck returned to the Infantry School at Ft. Benning as a student and then was retained on the school staff and faculty. Later assignments included company command in the 37th Armored Infantry Battalion in Germany and the 3rd Armored Division.

Following a tour at the University of Mississippi, Chuck found his way back to combat duty, this time in Viet Nam. On 21 Jun 1972, Chuck was killed in action while serving with the forward-most regiment seeking to relieve the siege of An Loc, Viet Nam - surely, one small war in the overall history of the human race, but in no way insignificant for this classmate.

If anyone exemplified that "Duty, Honor, Country" has been - and will continue to be - the noblest calling, it was Chuck Butler. Some solace comes from the knowledge that, to the end of time, Chuck will remain at peace where he most wanted to be - at West Point. And in the everlasting annals of the Infantry, this is one officer with an outstanding combat record who deserves special recognition and profound appreciation. He has mine.

Garrett D. Buckner, Jr.

NO. 17907  •  14 September 1927 - 26 August 1985

Died in Lexington, KY
Interred in Lexington, KY

 

ALTHOUGH ONLY distantly related to the "Buckners" of Army fame, Garrett Davis Buckner, Jr. - also known as "Buddy," "Dave," or "Buck' -- entered West Point on 1 July 1946, with the dedication, enthusiasm and character such a lineage would be proud of. Buck's Army career of 28 years was marked by a continuation of such attributes, and still others, such as courage, sincerity, and loyalty.  Buck truly knew that to have friends, you needed first to be a friend.

A product of Kentucky and the son of Dr. and Mrs. G. D. Buckner, Buck was born in Lexington. At University High and Henry Clay High School in Lexington and, later, at Woodberry Forest in Virginia, Buck excelled in all sports. He attended the USMA Preparatory School at Amherst, where he diligently studied to qualify for an appointment to West Point. Determination got Buck into USMA, and his dedication - along with Ding Price's tutoring - kept him there until he was commissioned into the Infantry in 1950.

At West Point, Buck was very active in the Chess, Ski, French, and Skeet Clubs. However, his great love was leadership as a cadet lieutenant and running as a member of the "A" Squad in both cross-country and track & field. Maintaining his focus, however, Buck dropped his athletic endeavors in his First Class year to concentrate on his studies.

On 14 July 1950, 2LT G. D. Buckner, Jr. married Joan Cowen, his First Class OAO. They remained married for 22 years and continued a deep friendship until Buck’s death. Together, they had three children: G. D. Buckner III; Alice C. Buckner; and Claiborne C. Buckner.

Buck's Army career was one of breadth and depth, derived from his leadership and athletic prowess. From an initial assignment with the 4th Infantry in Alaska, and, in 1959. to the Air Force Academy as Chief of Instruction in Physical Education, Buck served around the world in various command positions, culminating as an Infantry battalion commander and deputy brigade commander in Viet Nam. Other stops along the way included Ft. Benning, Ft. Lee, Ft. Campbell, the Pentagon, Korea, and Germany.

Buck earned an MBA from George Washington University in Washington, DC.  Indeed, as a testimony to the totalness of Buck's service, one need look no farther than his many awards, including the four Legions of Merit, two Bronze Stars, nine Air Medals, the Air Force Commendation Medal, the Viet Nam Cross of Gallantry, Master Parachutist Wings, and the Combat Infantryman’s  badge.

Following his tour of duty in Vietnam, Buck spent nine years in Army advisory and planning activities, wherein his contributions to long-term strategy and planning were recognized by the award of two of his four Legions of Merit. Such responsibilities included Chief of the Long Range Division in the Combat Development Command and Chief of the Infantry Team in U. S. Army Readiness Region VI. Buck possessed remarkable analytical and planning abilities.

In 1978, Buck retired and returned to his beloved family home - Rose Hill - in Lexington, that, under his direction, was restored and designated a historical landmark. Lung cancer overtook Buck’s retirement, and he died in Lexington in 1985, just short of his 58th birthday. His survivors include his ex-wife, Joan Buckner; son, Clay Buckner: daughter, Alice Buckner Kennedy; sister and brother-in ­law, Sally and COL (Ret.) R. E. Morrison '44; and three grandchildren. A second son, Garrett Davis Buckner III, predeceased him in 1980 in an automobile accident.

Buck possessed a boyish grin, an enthusiastic smile, red hair, freckles, and prankish tendencies. He appeared as a "Huck Finn in a cadet uniform." However, beneath these loveable and youthful mannerisms was a very strong and genuine man. To many, particularily his West Point "wives," Buck was a sincere friend.

Well done, Buck. We expected no less. We miss you!

- Paul Ache and Ding Price, roommates