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better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though
checkered by failure than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy
much nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows not
victory nor defeat"
Theodore
Roosevelt
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Well, there's not much all that remarkable about my life, except my wonderful family. Scan on down through my page and you'll find more about my family and I than you probably ever wanted to know! |
EARLY LIFE
In the 50s and early 60s,
the town I lived in, even though a south suburbs of Chicago, had a nice, safe,
small-town feel to it. I had what I believed to be an
ideal childhood and most of the things all other boys did. I had loving
parents who were involved in my activities, a dog, and friends on my block that
I played with. I was a Cub Scout, Boy Scout, and Explorer and my parents
participated in many Scouting events with me. My mother was a Cub Scout
Den Mother, my Dad became a Boy Scout District Commissioner and he participated
in many outings with my troop and me.
When I was in about 5th grade, my Dad started taking me to the local YMCA on Saturdays for swimming and wrestling classes and I found that I was pretty good at wrestling. I also loved football and we played sand-lot touch and tackle football almost every Saturday afternoon during the Fall.
My grade school didn't have much to offer in the way of sports except Basketball, which I was terrible at, but when I went to High School, I played football and wrestled all four years. Both my Mom and Dad attended almost all of the football games and wrestling matches. My parents were not particularly well off and luckily, I got a partial scholarship for football and wrestling at the local Junior College so, after High School, I went there.
My wife was born in
Massachusetts where she lived for the first nine years of her life. In
1959 her father was transferred to Chicago and they settled in Oak Forest, which
was just west of the town I lived in.
Hilary and I met
in mid May of 1966. I was finishing my first year of college and I'd
already enlisted in the Marines on the delayed entry program. Hilary was
finishing her Sophomore year of High School and was car-hopping at the Oak
Forest Dog n' Suds drive in, which is where we met.
It was love at first sight for me and we dated all summer until I left for Marine Boot Camp.
POST MARINES
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Hilary and I continued dating whenever I was home on leave and she waited for me through my training, Vietnam, and post Vietnam assignments until I was discharged. After the Marines, I returned home to Chicago and married the girl of my dreams in Aug of 1969. I also decided that perhaps college was not all that bad a thing. I applied for re-admittance to the Junior College I'd attended unsuccessfully after High School and went back to school (nights) to finish the Associate's Degree that I'd left unfinished when I enlisted in the Marines. We celebrated our 42nd anniversary on 9 Aug 2011. In that four decades+ we raised three wonderful daughters and have three terrific grandchildren.
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I got a job at the
corporate HQ for Wilson Sporting Goods Co to keep "the wolves away from
the door" and in June of 71, I left to join the police department.
During my almost eight years as a police officer I worked in uniformed
patrol, detective, and in undercover drug enforcement. While working
as a police officer I continued my schooling. I was working nights
on the police department and went to school days, earning my degree in
Criminology/Pre Law from the U of I Chicago in 1975.The pic
above
is Hilary and me, Jul 71
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MILITARY...ROUND 2 By 1978, I'd become bored and disillusioned with law enforcement and, still trying to find out what I wanted to do when I "grew up," I started looking for something new and rewarding."New" turned out to be a new twist on something old. After being told by the Marine
The picture above
right was Guess it worked out; I spent a total of 29+ years on active duty (including my Marine time) on active duty. In the process, we raised three great kids. We moved a couple times in the early Air Force years and my model building sort of went into remission until we got our first Pentagon assignment in 1987. We arrived in Washington DC on 3 Jul and when I reported in to my work section, I met the guy who was to become one of my dearest friends; Ed Robbeloth. He told me I had arrived just in time for the IPMS National Convention that was being held in Washington in 1987. He took me there and introduced me to IPMS Northern Virginia Modelers. With the exception of a 9-month deployment to the Gulf War, I enjoyed four years with that club before being transferred to South Carolina in Aug 91. |
THE DESERT
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In early August of 1990, I deployed to the Gulf war with Special Operations Command, Central (SOCCENT) and spent almost nine months in Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, and briefly Iraq. After the war, I returned to finish my tour at the Pentagon.
In
Aug 91, I transferred to USCENTAF at Shaw AFB SC where I
spent
another four years traveling to many We found considerable interest in Sumter's civilian community as well and, as a result, the club continues to thrive long after the five of us moved on. Above right: Founders of IPMS Gamecocks (deployed again!), Saudi Arabia, Oct 1994. Left to right: Me, Alex Tratensek, Mike VanBieber, Chuck Holtie, and Mike Mattei |
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After my tour at USCENTAF, I returned to the Pentagon and back to IPMS Northern Virginia Modelers and have been with then ever since. After about three years on the Air Staff I moved to the Joint Staff where I was the Commander of the Iraq Task Force and did another tour jousting with Saddam. This time, however, unlike my time at CENTAF I did it from Washington DC rather than in the desert. I finally came to the belief that I'd wasted enough time on Saddam and the seemingly endless cycle of confrontation. I decided to, in the words of the immortal Doc Holliday, "seek my entertainment elsewhere." In 2000 I was lucky enough to land an assignment to the Office of the Secretary of Defense working POW/MIA issues and I couldn't be happier. The hours are definitely better. More importantly, the mission feels much more rewarding to me. There is still some hard work involved. The issue is definitely fraught with political minefields and frustration but, when you're able to give a family some info on a missing loved one, you just can't beat the feeling......it overshadows just about everything else. We're pretty much settled on northern Virginia now and I don't intend to move again. I like what I'm doing and Hilary is settled into a good job here as a nursing superintendent. The kids all live in the area, as does our grandson and granddaughter. The baggage that would go with promotion to Colonel (frequent moves, political maneuvering, long hours, excessive stress, etc) just didn't seem worth it to me any more and I told the General I wasn't interested in promotion. |
POST MILITARY LIFE
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turned another page in my life when I retired from active duty with over 29
years of total military service (including Marine Corps enlisted and Air
Force officer time). I had a good run of it and thoroughly enjoyed my time in the
military serving this great country of ours. It certainly didn't make
me rich but it provided other non-financial rewards that I wouldn't trade for
anything.
Luckily, I was able to take a civilian job in the same office I was working in as a military officer and will continue to serve her in this new capacity. Now we'll see what the future has to hold for my family and me as we move ahead with this next phase of our lives. |
JUST FOR FUN
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Since the first time I saw a (then new) Mercedes SL in the early 1970s, I loved the style and wanted one (but could never afford it). In early July of 2009 I fulfilled a 35+ year old dream and bought an SL. Below is a picture of my new toy; a 1989 Mercedes Benz 560SL. |
MY SEASON !!
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I'm a fall kinda' guy. With the exception of the short period approaching Christmas through New Years, winter is just gray and oppressive for me, particularly January through the late March. It seems to just drag on and on. Spring is OK but it stays cool and damp longer than I'd like. Summer is also pretty good except for the oppressive heat and humidity. But the best thing I like about Summer is that it's the prelude to Fall and, of course..........
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Remembrances
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Below are a short remembrances of some Recon Marines and
Corpsmen who gave their last full measure for their country

| Pfc ARTHUR WILLIE GREENE | 20 JAN 67 |
| 1st Lt ERIC M. BARNES | 26 MAR 67 |
| SSgt GODFRIED BLANKENSHIP | 26 MAR 67 |
| Pfc MICHAEL RAY SMITH | 13 MAY 67 |
| Pfc ERVIN LOVELL | 14 MAY 67 |
| L/Cpl RONALD F. KITZKE | 27 DEC 67 |
| HM-2 MICHAEL L. LAPORTE (MIA) | 2 SEP 67 |
| L/Cpl CHARLES E. HARRIS | 14 JAN 68 |
| HM-3 ROBERT LOUIS TRACY | 18 JAN 68 |
| L/Cpl MICHAEL G. MURDOCK | 1 FEB 68 |
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Sgt J. J. JONES |
3 JUL 68 |

Here are remembrances dedicated to my wife's uncle and father.
Click on the names to go to each page.
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FINALLY...A COUPLE MORE OF MY "A man who is good enough to shed his blood for his country is good enough to be given a square deal afterwards. More than that no man is entitled, and less than that no man shall have." "There is not in all America a more dangerous trait than the deification of mere smartness unaccompanied by any sense of moral responsibility." "If an American is to amount to anything he must rely upon himself, and not upon the State; he must take pride in his own work, instead of sitting idle to envy the luck of others. He must face life with resolute courage, win victory if he can, and accept defeat if he must, without seeking to place on his fellow man a responsibility which is not theirs." "Let the watchwords of all our people be the old familiar watchwords of honesty, decency, fair-dealing, and commonsense."... "We must treat each man on his worth and merits as a man. We must see that each is given a square deal, because he is entitled to no more and should receive no less." "The welfare of each of us is dependent fundamentally upon the welfare of all of us." "There are good men and bad men of all nationalities, creeds and colors; and if this world of ours is ever to become what we hope some day it may become, it must be by the general recognition that the man's heart and soul, the man's worth and actions, determine his standing." "It is no use to preach to [children] if you do not act decently yourself." "I want to see you shoot the way you shout." (in current vernacular...Lets' see if your actions match your words) |
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