He was born to August and Clara Schafer Gehrman and is buried with them and a sister who died young.
He served in the U.S. Army 162nd Infantry Medics 41st Division during WW II. He received the Distinguished Service Cross [in 1944] at the direction of President, Franklin D. Roosevelt, for extraordinary heroism in action. He also received the Purple Heart for Wounded, Bronze Star with two Oakleaf Clusters, Expert Rifleman, Southwest Pacific Asian Theatre of War Medal, Combat Infantry Medic Badge and Good Conduct Medal.
Later in life, he was a sheep rancher, and employee of the U.S. Forest Service, trainer of dogs and horses, hunter of deer but destroyer of other's unsportsmanlike salt licks, a talented wood-carver, restorer of a WWII jeep named for his second wife, farmer of turkeys, a maker of home-made raspberry and apple wines, a grandfather and great grandfather.
His health was generally bad on and off since the 1970's, but he was like a Duracell Battery: he took a licking and kept on ticking, through heart disease, valve replacements, cancer, etc. Only until the last few years, after a stroke, did he slow down and sit down to rest with his dog by his side. Before his older years' health was bad, he had lost (as a young man) his hearing in one ear from his service in New Guinea.
One of his first big purchases was to buy his dear mother her first (and probably only) comfortable sitting chair.
He was a rough old man seasoned by a hard life, a hard war, a hard stepfather, and the loss of his first wife to Alzheimer's. He was also very tender: a man who cried at weddings & the deaths of animals he loved. He was a great man.
He served in the U.S. Army 162nd Infantry Medics 41st Division during WW II. He received the Distinguished Service Cross [in 1944] at the direction of President, Franklin D. Roosevelt, for extraordinary heroism in action. He also received the Purple Heart for Wounded, Bronze Star with two Oakleaf Clusters, Expert Rifleman, Southwest Pacific Asian Theatre of War Medal, Combat Infantry Medic Badge and Good Conduct Medal.
Later in life, he was a sheep rancher, and employee of the U.S. Forest Service, trainer of dogs and horses, hunter of deer but destroyer of other's unsportsmanlike salt licks, a talented wood-carver, restorer of a WWII jeep named for his second wife, farmer of turkeys, a maker of home-made raspberry and apple wines, a grandfather and great grandfather.
His health was generally bad on and off since the 1970's, but he was like a Duracell Battery: he took a licking and kept on ticking, through heart disease, valve replacements, cancer, etc. Only until the last few years, after a stroke, did he slow down and sit down to rest with his dog by his side. Before his older years' health was bad, he had lost (as a young man) his hearing in one ear from his service in New Guinea.
One of his first big purchases was to buy his dear mother her first (and probably only) comfortable sitting chair.
He was a rough old man seasoned by a hard life, a hard war, a hard stepfather, and the loss of his first wife to Alzheimer's. He was also very tender: a man who cried at weddings & the deaths of animals he loved. He was a great man.
He was born to August and Clara Schafer Gehrman and is buried with them and a sister who died young.
He served in the U.S. Army 162nd Infantry Medics 41st Division during WW II. He received the Distinguished Service Cross [in 1944] at the direction of President, Franklin D. Roosevelt, for extraordinary heroism in action. He also received the Purple Heart for Wounded, Bronze Star with two Oakleaf Clusters, Expert Rifleman, Southwest Pacific Asian Theatre of War Medal, Combat Infantry Medic Badge and Good Conduct Medal.
Later in life, he was a sheep rancher, and employee of the U.S. Forest Service, trainer of dogs and horses, hunter of deer but destroyer of other's unsportsmanlike salt licks, a talented wood-carver, restorer of a WWII jeep named for his second wife, farmer of turkeys, a maker of home-made raspberry and apple wines, a grandfather and great grandfather.
His health was generally bad on and off since the 1970's, but he was like a Duracell Battery: he took a licking and kept on ticking, through heart disease, valve replacements, cancer, etc. Only until the last few years, after a stroke, did he slow down and sit down to rest with his dog by his side. Before his older years' health was bad, he had lost (as a young man) his hearing in one ear from his service in New Guinea.
One of his first big purchases was to buy his dear mother her first (and probably only) comfortable sitting chair.
He was a rough old man seasoned by a hard life, a hard war, a hard stepfather, and the loss of his first wife to Alzheimer's. He was also very tender: a man who cried at weddings & the deaths of animals he loved. He was a great man.
He served in the U.S. Army 162nd Infantry Medics 41st Division during WW II. He received the Distinguished Service Cross [in 1944] at the direction of President, Franklin D. Roosevelt, for extraordinary heroism in action. He also received the Purple Heart for Wounded, Bronze Star with two Oakleaf Clusters, Expert Rifleman, Southwest Pacific Asian Theatre of War Medal, Combat Infantry Medic Badge and Good Conduct Medal.
Later in life, he was a sheep rancher, and employee of the U.S. Forest Service, trainer of dogs and horses, hunter of deer but destroyer of other's unsportsmanlike salt licks, a talented wood-carver, restorer of a WWII jeep named for his second wife, farmer of turkeys, a maker of home-made raspberry and apple wines, a grandfather and great grandfather.
His health was generally bad on and off since the 1970's, but he was like a Duracell Battery: he took a licking and kept on ticking, through heart disease, valve replacements, cancer, etc. Only until the last few years, after a stroke, did he slow down and sit down to rest with his dog by his side. Before his older years' health was bad, he had lost (as a young man) his hearing in one ear from his service in New Guinea.
One of his first big purchases was to buy his dear mother her first (and probably only) comfortable sitting chair.
He was a rough old man seasoned by a hard life, a hard war, a hard stepfather, and the loss of his first wife to Alzheimer's. He was also very tender: a man who cried at weddings & the deaths of animals he loved. He was a great man.
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part of his ashes in the National Cemetery as well, according to his wishes and plans
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