April 2022 Pome


                             THE DRUMMER AND THE GENERAL *

                                Pittsburg Landing, Tenn., 5 April 1863


            "Now, boy, " said the General quietly, "You are the heart of the army.

              Think of that. You're the heart of the army. Listen now."

                                           -- Ray Bradbury, "The Drummer Boy of Shiloh"


            Young Joby, the drummer, lay sleepless, in the cool of an April night,

            Staring up through the darkness. In the morning there'd be a fight.

            He was frightened and most unready, his eyes and his cheeks were damp,

            And he wondered about the army, stretched out in their slumbering camp.


            A footstep crunched in the shadows, the boots of a man with stars,

            He smelt of brass and leather, the smoke of his good cigars--

            His sabre clinked in its scabbard as he knelt at the drummer's side,

            "Is that you, boy?" he murmured, Joby nodded, eyes opened wide.


            "I hope you're done with the weeping, as I was, an hour ago."

            "You cried?" "To be sure," said the General, "it's a pain all soldiers know.

            I order my boys into battle, knowing well that some shall die,

            But my tears are shed in private--the troops mustn't see me cry."


            "Now harken, lad, it's important. Tomorrow, you're in command,

            For the battle hangs on the drummer, a boy of the regiment's band.

            This army of fifty thousand must have but a single mind,

            And the drummer's the one true leader, when the General's left behind.


            "If you rap out a lazy drumbeat, the cadence a mite too slow,

            The men's blood won't be warming, going in against the foe-

            They're young, all unused to battle, untrained as a flock of lambs,

            One day they're their mother's children, the next, they are Captain Sam's.


            "I dare not say to those mothers that I wasted their precious sons,

            So, boy, drum a rattling quickstep, and we'll take those enemy guns,

            Tomorrow we'll break those Rebels, we'll win us a victory.

            I've done my best for the army, will you now do this for me?"


            The General paused, and the drummer thought hard, for a brave reply,

            "Well, sir," he managed to stammer, "I don't know, but I'll surely try!"

            "That's good enough," said the General, and his sabre jingled again,

            As he rose to resume his pacing, the facing of soul-deep pain.


            His bootsteps faded in darkness, and the boy closed a peaceful eye,

            Peach-petals tapped on his drumhead, unseen under soft spring sky,

            Around him slumbered the army, fifty thousand boys in blue,

            And Joby slept well until morning--he knew what he had to do.






 Received the following from Bill Greenlaw

Class of 1954 mark your calendars!! The dates of our 70th Reunion have been set. Our 70th Reunion will be held on April 24, 25, and 26 April, 2024 (coincidentally the same dates as our 65th Reunion) in Annapolis Maryland. Hopefully the Brigade Dress Parade will not be rained-out this time.
We will make a selection of our "Headquarters Hotel" soon. We are looking forward to getting proposals from both the "Crowne Plaza" hotel", near the Westfield Annapolis Mall, and the "Graduate Annapolis" hotel, formerly the Loews hotel, by the end of the month.


Ok, 54. Time for one last river to cross. I’m asking you to participate in what may be one of the last class functions.

The Class of 1954 Seventh Reunion.

The last few years have been rough for me, the loss of Donna, the move to Westminster, and time and tide acting on the old body. I failed to provide all the services that I provided as 54’s webmaster for so many years.

But I’m starting one last push to make the Seventh Reunion one we will all remember. I for one. don’t remember things too well so it may take quite an effort. Please give me all the help you can.

I’m not involved in the planning and administration of the Reunion. The gang over in Annapolis is handing that. My only contribution is to attempt to maximize support and participation by the class.

To start with sending me an email. That will give me a list of classmates who want to follow this reunion whether they can attend or just want to follow it at home.

I’ll publish a list of participants on the class website – 54net.org

Beat Army



Death of a classmate - Allen Hobbs Jr.


Allen Hobbs Jr.  (July 6, 1932 – January 27, 2022)

Allen Hobbs, Jr died on January 27, 2022, of complications related to melanoma surrounded by his dear family at his home in Bethesda, Maryland. He was 89.
Allen was born to Captain Allen Hobbs and Fayette Purcell Hobbs on July 6, 1932 in Washington, D.C. He graduated from the Landon School in 1950 and attended the U. S. Naval Academy serving as Captain of the pistol team earning All American and graduating in 1954. His early service included assignments in gunnery and operations on destroyers all over the world. He later excelled in deep sea diving leading teams to map underwater terrain in the Pacific Ocean. After 13 years of service, Allen met and later married the love of his life, Shannon Hamm in California. They lived there before moving back to Bethesda where he designed and operated large mainframe computer systems for central data processing. He worked at American Finance, Touche Ross, and IBMI before joining the National Education Association where he ran IT and networking for 25 years.
Allen loved to sail the Chesapeake Bay with friends and family and spent summers with his family in Fenwick Island, Delaware. He was an avid and competitive racer all over the U.S. winning first place in the coveted Annapolis Yacht Club Spring Series Race in 1961.
He and his beloved Shannon were married for 58 wonderful years and raised their family in Bethesda living in their home for nearly all of those years. Allen will be remembered as the consummate gentleman, someone who showed kindness to everyone he met and for his humility.
He is survived by close family members: his wife, daughter Allison Hobbs Giles (Thomas), Allen Hamm Hobbs (Deborah), and all of his beloved grandchildren, including Logan Giles, Patrick Giles, Ryan Giles, Allen John Hobbs, and Elizabeth Hobbs.
Visitation will be held March 14, 2022 at 10:30 a.m. to be immediately followed by a funeral mass at 11:30 a.m. at Our Lady of Mercy Church in Potomac, MD. A private burial will be held at the U.S. Naval Academy on March 15 in Annapolis, MD.
In lieu of flowers, please consider a contribution to the Little Sisters of the Poor.
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5130 Wisconsin Ave NW
Washington, DC 20016




                       THE WOEFUL WINDS OF MARCH                            

                      Or, A Punxsatawney Prognosticator's Putrid Prediction


                      Shall I compare March to a summer's day?

                      The weather-watching wizards all say nay--

                      Wind switches rapidly from west to east,

                      Fulfilling the worst words of furry beast.


                      Prepare for sunny hours, then howling snows,

                      When nose and toes, even mercury froze,

                      Followed by balmy airs and mildest breezes

                      Accompanied by agues, coughs and sneezes.


                      In Maryland, expect the unexpected,

                      With scents and common sense alike rejected.





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Our Poets February Poem - WASHINGTON, AT TRENTON


                                           WASHINGTON, AT TRENTON

                                               26 December 1776


                                    Foul blew the winter’s air,
                                    Soldiers were in despair,
                                    Ice choked the Delaware,
                                      Marsh and reed-bordered.
                                    Prospects of deepest black,
                                    Giving his map a whack,
                                    “We shall attack–attack!”
                                      Washington ordered.
                                    “Think–how on Christmas Day,
                                    Deeming us far away,
                                    The Hessian hogs will say
                                       ‘Drink and be merry!’
                                    While with vainglorious boasts
                                    They are exchanging toasts,
                                    We–ragged, starving ghosts–
                                       Cross at the ferry.
                                    “Marshaling, one by one,
                                    Each soldier, horse and gun,
                                    By the first light of sun
                                       Tomorrow morning,
                                    Roust from its downy bed
                                    The aching Hessian head,
                                    Spatter the snow with red,
                                       Strike without warning!”
                                    Thus, in the wind and sleet,
                                    Marching on bloody feet,
                                    Troops mustered to the beat
                                       Of bone-chilled drummers,
                                    Down to the frozen shore,
                                    (Bad night to wage a war–
                                    Not to be thawed, men swore,
                                       By twenty summers).

                                    Soldiers in tattered coats,

                                    Filing aboard the boats,

                                    Hearts throbbed in many throats–

                                      Perilous crossing!

                                    On, through the swirling snows,

                                    As feet and fingers froze,

                                    Oared amid jagged floes,

                                       Grinding and tossing.


                                    On the New Jersey side

                                    Scouts raced ahead to guide,

                                    “Forward!” the general cried,

                                      “Sweep to surround ‘em!

                                    Doubtless they’re sleeping yet–

                                    What though your powder’s wet,

                                    Charge with the bayonet,

                                       Crush and confound ‘em!”


                                    As the pale sun arose,

                                    Breaking the German’s doze,

                                    “Turn out! Here come our foes!”

                                      His sentries shouted,

                                    Sounding alarm, too late–

                                    Knox’s guns lent their weight,

                                    Cannon fired fast and straight,

                                      Hessians were routed!


                                    Down icy streets they ran,

                                    Terror on every man,

                                    “Fly, save yourselves who can!”

                                       Their troops were crying;

                                    Unhappy Colonel Rall,

                                    Pierced by a musket-ball,

                                    Yielded his sword, to fall,

                                       Conquered and dying.

                                 The guns of Freedom spoke,

                                 Chain of disasters broke–

                                 Washington’s master-stroke

                                    Turning the tables;

                                 Britons, in dark dismay,

                                 Asking themselves if they

                                 Must buy, as one might say,

                                     “A suit of sables”.


                              Soundly defeated, then

                              Turning to fight again,

                              Stauncher than stout Turenne,

                                  Bolder and grander–

                             Washington! Born to lead,

                             Winning by stealth and speed,

                             God send us, in our need,

                                Such a commander!


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Death of a Classmate - Norman Deam - 12th Co


 Norman Deam  (February 22, 1932 - January 8, 2022)

San Luis Obispo, California - Norman Arthur Deam passed away peacefully, surrounded by family, at his home in San Luis Obispo, California on January 8th, 2022. He was 89. Norm will be remembered by his free spirit, intellect, and wit.
Norm was the youngest of three born to Arthur Deam, a professor of architecture, and Thyra an accomplished pianist. Norm finished high school in Champaign Urbana, Illinois and spent summers at the family's decommissioned government lighthouse in Saugatuck, Michigan.
Norm loved playing sports and as the captain of his basketball team became his school's all-time high scorer. He met Connie Graves at a beach party when he arranged to "swap" dates with a friend so that he could meet her. They were married in 1956 and enjoyed 63 years together while raising their two sons, Eric and Chris.
Norm attended the U.S. Naval Academy and graduated with honors in 1954. He continued his education at the Naval Postgraduate school in Monterey, CA, where he finished first in class, studied Russian Language Scientific Reading at the Army Language School, and earned a master’s degree in Aeronautical Engineering from the University of Michigan.
Norm began his Naval career as a fighter pilot and squadron leader on the USS Hornet. He was a flight instructor at NAS North Island in Coronado, CA, and served on the USS Kitty Hawk. He was also an Astronaut candidate at NASA and led the development of the High-speed Anti-Radiation Missile program (HARM). He finished his career in the Navy as the Program Manager of all test programs at the Pacific Missile Test Center at Pt. Mugu, CA. Norm was proud to wear the uniform even though it pinched a bit.
After thirty one years of service, Norm retired as a Captain in the U.S. Navy. He went on to teach Aeronautical Engineering at California Polytechnic State University in San Luis Obispo where he was a lecturer for ten years. He was well liked by students who enjoyed his dramatic stories about his life as a pilot.
In retirement Norm enjoyed traveling with his intrepid wife Connie. Their adventures took them to places of scenic beauty including New Zealand, Sweden, Italy, Turkey, Peru, Brazil, Mongolia, China, Africa, and the US national Parks. From each place he visited, Norm would bring home an exotic hat for his extensive collection that he hung on the ceiling of his cherished "Lighthouse" in Saugatuck, Michigan.
Norm was often the life of the party and never missed an opportunity to connect with friends and share a good laugh. He enjoyed meeting new people and it seemed like he remembered everyone he met. Known for his hilarious stories and vivid recollections of misadventure, he often left us crying with laughter. He loved a good costume party (especially in drag), and threw boisterous "hat and tie" parties where the dress code was a hat, a tie, and a swimming suit (which he went without occasionally to enjoy a moonlit skinny-dip with Connie). Norm would also amuse his grandkids by using a hammer to do a jigsaw puzzle, a shoe for a canoe paddle, or his ears to "eat" popcorn. They never quite knew what to expect next.
Norm and Connie made people feel welcome and special, and acted as surrogate parents to many younger friends (who Norm mercilessly put to work on building and maintenance projects). They loved their community on the Old Harbor where they took glass blowing and painting classes at the Ox-Bow School of Art, had many friends, and collected works by young artists. Norm also enjoyed documenting local history and gave lectures to the Saugatuck-Douglas Historical Society about his life growing up in the Lighthouse.
In San Luis Obispo, Norm enjoyed his membership in the Retired Active Men's Club (RAMS), being a docent for elephant seals at San Simeon, watching Cal Poly sports, and landscape painting (which he adopted in his 70's).
Norm also loved nature and was devoted to protecting the environment, especially the unspoiled dunes around his family's Lighthouse. Later in life, he was reluctantly embroiled in one of the largest land disputes in Michigan when he was forced to defend his property from hostile development. Norm's dedication to stewardship and legal perseverance enabled the Land Conservancy of West Michigan to purchase the surrounding lands with generous grants and donations from the state and local community. The end result of Norm's achievement was the preservation of 180 acres of pristine freshwater dune and wetlands that is now the Old Harbor Natural Area in Saugatuck, Michigan.
Ultimately, Norm will be remembered as the Lighthouse Keeper who lit the light to guide our way.
He is preceded in death by his wife Constance Graves Deam in 2018, and survived by his sons Eric and Chris, his daughter-in-law Lara, and grandchildren Cal and Macy.
A celebration of his life will be held at First Presbyterian Church of San Luis Obispo on April 2, 2022, and a celebration of both Norm and Connie's lives is tentatively scheduled at the Historical Society on July, 24, 2022 in Douglas, Michigan.
In respect of Norm's devotion to nature and art, please consider making a donation to the Ox-Bow School of Art, the Saugatuck Dunes Coastal Alliance, or the West Michigan Land Conservancy.
Published by The Tribune from Jan. 29 to Jan. 30, 2022.


Death of a Classmate - Edward Keith Walker, Jr. - 7th Co.


Edward Keith Walker, Jr.

January 23, 1933 ~ December 11, 2021 (age 88)
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Rear Admiral Walker was born in Annapolis, Maryland, in 1933. As the son of a Naval Officer, he grew up in a variety of locales worldwide. He graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy in 1954 and was commissioned an ensign in the Supply Corps. Sea duty tours in the battleship USS NEW JERSEY, BB-62, and the destroyer USS WREN, DD-68, followed. From 1957 until 1964, he served at naval stations in Norfolk , Virginia, Rodman in the former Panama Canal Zone, and at the Naval Supply Depot in Newport, Rhode Island. In the next tour, he was on the commissioning staff of the second Polaris submarine squadron, SUBRON SIXTEEN, and deployed with it to Rota Spain to establish the first U.S. strategic missile presence on the European continent, just outside the Mediterranean.

Upon leaving Spain, he attended the Armed Forces Staff College and subsequently was assigned as a Joint Strategic Operations Plans Officer in the Office of the Chief of Naval Operations at the Pentagon. His next tour was aboard the submarine tender USS HOWARD W. GILMORE, AS-16, with Submarine Squadrons FOUR and TWELVE. Following this sea tour, he returned to the Pentagon where he was the Attack Submarine Programs and Budget Officer in the Office of the Deputy Chief of Naval Operations, Submarine Warfare.

From April 1975 until June 1978, he served as Force Supply Officer on the Staff of the Commander, Submarine Force, U.S. Atlantic Fleet. He then served two years as Executive Officer, Navy Ships Parts Control Center, Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania. In June 1980, he was ordered to the west coast and assumed command of the Naval Supply Center Puget Sound in Bremerton, Washington.

He was promoted to the rank of Rear Admiral in July 1981 and reported to Norfolk where he served as Assistant Chief of Staff for Logistics Readiness and Fleet Supply for the Commander in Chief, Atlantic Fleet. In June 1983, he assumed duties as Assistant Comptroller of the Navy for Financial Management Systems in the Office of the Secretary of the Navy, and Commander, Navy Accounting and Financial Center. On 28 March 1984, he became Commander, Naval Supply Systems Command, and the 35th Chief of Supply Corps.

During his career, Admiral Walker was awarded numerous personal decorations, including the Distinguished Service Medal, he was a qualified submariner, and he earned a Master’s Degree in Business Administration and Financial Management from George Washington University.

Retiring from active duty in September 1988, Admiral Walker became the Vice President for Administration and Director of Corporate Strategy for Resource Consultants, Inc. (RCI), a worldwide government services contractor. He retired from this position in September 2000.

Admiral Walker remained active and continued to serve in a wide variety of endeavors including:  Chairman, Vinson Hall Corporation; Member and Treasurer of the Board of Directors of the U.S. Navy Memorial Foundation; Member of the Board of Visitors of Elon University; Trustee, U.S. Naval Academy Foundation; and Vice Chairman of the Board of Directors of Herley Industries of Lancaster, Pennsylvania. He was a life member of the Naval Academy Alumni Association, the Submarine League, the Military Officers Association, the Navy League, and the Surface Warfare Association.

He is survived by his sister Gail Reuning, his two daughters Wendy Walker and Lynn Walker Streett (husband Bryant), and by his two grandchildren Carolann Streett (husband Jon Cunningham), and David Streett (wife Gretchen Apgar). He lost his beloved wife, Carol Ann, in 2002.

In light of the recent severe uptick in COVID infections, please note the new dates for services and visitation (as of December 21st):  Services will be held at the Naval Academy Chapel on Tuesday, May 3rd at 10:30 AM.  Visitation will be held Monday, May 2nd at Everly Wheatley from 6 – 8:30 PM.  Because of the nature of the pandemic, please check back here as the dates draw closer to make certain no further changes have become necessary.   Please keep in mind, however, that even the new dates could slip further depending on the pandemic. So, please check here before making travel plans. Thank you for understanding.

In lieu of flowers, please consider donations to the charitable endeavors listed below.



May 2, 2022

6:00 PM to 8:30 PM
Everly Wheatley Funeral Home
1500 West Braddock Road
Alexandria, VA 22302

May 3, 2022

10:30 AM
United States Naval Academy Chapel
121 Blake Rd
Annapolis, MD 21401

May 3, 2022

United States Naval Academy Cemetery

Annapolis, MD

Please note
The family requests that you wear a mask, if you plan to attend the visitation at the funeral home. According to DoD requirements, masks must be worn inside the Naval Academy Chapel and Officer's Club (in addition, the Club requires either proof of vaccination or a recent negative COVID test). **When entering the Naval Academy, enter through GATE 8 (Baltimore Blvd to Bowyer Rd).


Death of Janice Juergens

I received the following from John Juergens:

Janice Juergens died  16 January 2022. I am very grateful for 66 wonderful years with her.