The following tribute was written by his sister, Marge (member 46895564):
My Dear Brother
Richard left a wife, Helen, and two daughters, Theresa and Gwen, that he loved very much.
Richard spent over 20 years in the Army and was 3 times in Vietnam and died of agent orange that he contracted there.
This was found in Richard's billfold when he died. He had carried it for many years. It was old and faded and hard to read. Shows the kind of man he was.
ON GUARD
As my name is called at Muster
For that Detail far away--
"All present or accounted for!"
An NCO will say.
But I care not how I'm rated--
It matters not at all--
For I'm but one of many
Who answered Freedom's call.
And I'm sure the Great Commander
Will find a place for me--
Where I can have another part
In the cause to keep men free!
So, as I pass into eternity
Shed not your tears for me--
For where you see Old Glory---
On Guard my soul will be!
When we were kids Richard used to dig holes in the vacant lot next door and was always saying, "I'm going to dig clear through the world and come out on the other side in China." Well, he and the neighborhood boys once dug one that was well over 6 ft deep. The man who owned the lot, his horse's front legs fell in it when they were mowing high weeds. Thank the good Lord he wasn't hurt. And we thought that was the end of his digging career (our Dad sure meant to end it, ha) but no... Richard went on to a life filled with digging. He dug fox holes over and over during his life. Guess he was prepared for it. Richard's military career took him around the world and he saw the other side of the world like he said he would way back then. After he retired from the Army because of his health, the man still didn't quit digging. He decided to dig a mountain out of his back yard and build a new house. He had taken a job at the Red Stone Arsenal after he retired from the Army, and every day after work he dug, broke up, blew up and hauled off the mountain. The only man I ever knew who moved a mountain by hand without machinery, but then that was Richard. One in a million and a very determined man. You never let anything stand in your way. I miss your dare and zest for life, Richard. "What a man!!!"
I miss you brother and ol' friend. See you in Heaven.
A special thank you to Gods Special Angel for sponsoring this memorial for my Brother. You are so kind. May God Bless your sweet heart, Linda.
My Dear Brother
Richard left a wife, Helen, and two daughters, Theresa and Gwen, that he loved very much.
Richard spent over 20 years in the Army and was 3 times in Vietnam and died of agent orange that he contracted there.
This was found in Richard's billfold when he died. He had carried it for many years. It was old and faded and hard to read. Shows the kind of man he was.
ON GUARD
As my name is called at Muster
For that Detail far away--
"All present or accounted for!"
An NCO will say.
But I care not how I'm rated--
It matters not at all--
For I'm but one of many
Who answered Freedom's call.
And I'm sure the Great Commander
Will find a place for me--
Where I can have another part
In the cause to keep men free!
So, as I pass into eternity
Shed not your tears for me--
For where you see Old Glory---
On Guard my soul will be!
When we were kids Richard used to dig holes in the vacant lot next door and was always saying, "I'm going to dig clear through the world and come out on the other side in China." Well, he and the neighborhood boys once dug one that was well over 6 ft deep. The man who owned the lot, his horse's front legs fell in it when they were mowing high weeds. Thank the good Lord he wasn't hurt. And we thought that was the end of his digging career (our Dad sure meant to end it, ha) but no... Richard went on to a life filled with digging. He dug fox holes over and over during his life. Guess he was prepared for it. Richard's military career took him around the world and he saw the other side of the world like he said he would way back then. After he retired from the Army because of his health, the man still didn't quit digging. He decided to dig a mountain out of his back yard and build a new house. He had taken a job at the Red Stone Arsenal after he retired from the Army, and every day after work he dug, broke up, blew up and hauled off the mountain. The only man I ever knew who moved a mountain by hand without machinery, but then that was Richard. One in a million and a very determined man. You never let anything stand in your way. I miss your dare and zest for life, Richard. "What a man!!!"
I miss you brother and ol' friend. See you in Heaven.
A special thank you to Gods Special Angel for sponsoring this memorial for my Brother. You are so kind. May God Bless your sweet heart, Linda.
The following tribute was written by his sister, Marge (member 46895564):
My Dear Brother
Richard left a wife, Helen, and two daughters, Theresa and Gwen, that he loved very much.
Richard spent over 20 years in the Army and was 3 times in Vietnam and died of agent orange that he contracted there.
This was found in Richard's billfold when he died. He had carried it for many years. It was old and faded and hard to read. Shows the kind of man he was.
ON GUARD
As my name is called at Muster
For that Detail far away--
"All present or accounted for!"
An NCO will say.
But I care not how I'm rated--
It matters not at all--
For I'm but one of many
Who answered Freedom's call.
And I'm sure the Great Commander
Will find a place for me--
Where I can have another part
In the cause to keep men free!
So, as I pass into eternity
Shed not your tears for me--
For where you see Old Glory---
On Guard my soul will be!
When we were kids Richard used to dig holes in the vacant lot next door and was always saying, "I'm going to dig clear through the world and come out on the other side in China." Well, he and the neighborhood boys once dug one that was well over 6 ft deep. The man who owned the lot, his horse's front legs fell in it when they were mowing high weeds. Thank the good Lord he wasn't hurt. And we thought that was the end of his digging career (our Dad sure meant to end it, ha) but no... Richard went on to a life filled with digging. He dug fox holes over and over during his life. Guess he was prepared for it. Richard's military career took him around the world and he saw the other side of the world like he said he would way back then. After he retired from the Army because of his health, the man still didn't quit digging. He decided to dig a mountain out of his back yard and build a new house. He had taken a job at the Red Stone Arsenal after he retired from the Army, and every day after work he dug, broke up, blew up and hauled off the mountain. The only man I ever knew who moved a mountain by hand without machinery, but then that was Richard. One in a million and a very determined man. You never let anything stand in your way. I miss your dare and zest for life, Richard. "What a man!!!"
I miss you brother and ol' friend. See you in Heaven.
A special thank you to Gods Special Angel for sponsoring this memorial for my Brother. You are so kind. May God Bless your sweet heart, Linda.
My Dear Brother
Richard left a wife, Helen, and two daughters, Theresa and Gwen, that he loved very much.
Richard spent over 20 years in the Army and was 3 times in Vietnam and died of agent orange that he contracted there.
This was found in Richard's billfold when he died. He had carried it for many years. It was old and faded and hard to read. Shows the kind of man he was.
ON GUARD
As my name is called at Muster
For that Detail far away--
"All present or accounted for!"
An NCO will say.
But I care not how I'm rated--
It matters not at all--
For I'm but one of many
Who answered Freedom's call.
And I'm sure the Great Commander
Will find a place for me--
Where I can have another part
In the cause to keep men free!
So, as I pass into eternity
Shed not your tears for me--
For where you see Old Glory---
On Guard my soul will be!
When we were kids Richard used to dig holes in the vacant lot next door and was always saying, "I'm going to dig clear through the world and come out on the other side in China." Well, he and the neighborhood boys once dug one that was well over 6 ft deep. The man who owned the lot, his horse's front legs fell in it when they were mowing high weeds. Thank the good Lord he wasn't hurt. And we thought that was the end of his digging career (our Dad sure meant to end it, ha) but no... Richard went on to a life filled with digging. He dug fox holes over and over during his life. Guess he was prepared for it. Richard's military career took him around the world and he saw the other side of the world like he said he would way back then. After he retired from the Army because of his health, the man still didn't quit digging. He decided to dig a mountain out of his back yard and build a new house. He had taken a job at the Red Stone Arsenal after he retired from the Army, and every day after work he dug, broke up, blew up and hauled off the mountain. The only man I ever knew who moved a mountain by hand without machinery, but then that was Richard. One in a million and a very determined man. You never let anything stand in your way. I miss your dare and zest for life, Richard. "What a man!!!"
I miss you brother and ol' friend. See you in Heaven.
A special thank you to Gods Special Angel for sponsoring this memorial for my Brother. You are so kind. May God Bless your sweet heart, Linda.
