Death of a Class Mate - John T. Marshall, Jr. - 12th Co.


John T. Marshall, Jr., passed away on 29 January 2021, at the age of 88, after a brief illness.
John was born in Portland Maine and grew up in Hingham, MA. John graduated from the US Naval Academy in 1954 and stationed in CA where he met and married his wife, Joyce. The Navy brought them to Va. Beach in 1965. Upon leaving the Navy, John taught math and coached tennis at First Colonial High School. He also worked for System Development Corp prior to his retirement where he traveled to Germany and Japan. He and Joyce were married for 57 years until her passing in 2016. His parents and brother, Scott also preceded him in death. John loved traveling the world, attending the annual Army / Navy football games with his family and close friends (Go Navy!), eating steamed crabs on the back deck for his birthday and drinking a beer on the Anna Marie Island City Pier in Florida.
John is survived by his sons Steve (wife Kim) and Jay (wife Nicole), six grandchildren and six great grandchildren; his sister Janet and brother Bruce. He leaves behind numerous nieces and nephews in the US and Canada. John was a man of few words and requested no service.
The family will gather with friends when the weather warms and COVID restrictions lift to celebrate John's life. Donations in John's name can be made to the organization of your choice. Online condolences may be offered to the family at www.hollomon-brown.com.
Published in The Virginian-Pilot on Feb. 7, 2021.
Joyce Montgomery Marshall, died peacefully surrounded by her family on January 21, 2016, after a short illness. She was born on December 7, 1933, in Ontario, Canada and moved to Longbeach, CA, where she met and married her husband, John. She moved to Virginia Beach in 1965 and retired from Virginia Beach General Hospital after 30 years of service as a registered nurse. She enjoyed traveling the world, playing Bingo with her granddaughter, Stacey and spending her winters on Anna Marie Island, Florida walking along the gulf coast. Joyce is survived by her loving husband of 57 years, John T. Marshall; sons, Steven (wife Kim) and Jay (wife Nicole); 6 grandchildren, Stacey (husband Brent), Justin, Caitlin (husband Joe), Brent, Kelsey and Matthew; and 4 great grandchildren, Mason, Julianna, Logan and Kenzi. She is also survived by her sister, Mae; and numerous nieces and nephews. Special thanks to her sister-in-law, Janet Gunther and best friend, Betty McWilliams for all the years of friendship and special care during her recent illness. A memorial service will be held at 3 p.m. Friday, Jan. 29, 2016, at Hollomon-Brown Funeral Home, Great Neck Chapel. Condolences may be offered to the family at www.hollomon-brown.com Funeral Home Hollomon-Brown Funeral Home, Great Neck Chapel Hollomon-Brown Funeral Home, Great Neck Chapel 1264 Great Neck Road Virginia Beach , VA US 23454 Memorial Service Hollomon-Brown Funeral Home, Great Neck Chapel Hollomon-Brown Funeral Home, Great Neck Chapel 1264 Great Neck Road Virginia Beach , VA US 23454.
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Services for a Class Mate - Thomas U. Sisson -10th Co


Thomas U. Sisson went to heaven on August 31, 2020.  The funeral will take place in the Old Post chapel at 12:45 pm on February 25, 2021.  There is a 50-person limit for the congregation.  Burial will follow the funeral in the Arlington National Cemetery.


Our Poet's February Poem - A DAY FOR REEFERS



‘Mid February’s sleets and snows, 
 With icy feet and ruby nose, 
 We trudged along brick Stribling Walk, 
 Our jaws too cold to waste in talk-- 
 Steam kits were hanging from our fists, 
 We butted through the fogs and mists, 
 One thought behind each frozen brow: 
 If Spring must come, let it be NOW! 6-3-20


Death od a Class Wife - Elisabeth M. Henifin - 19th Co

Elisabeth M. Henifin, devoted Navy wife December 1, 2020 Cape Gazette Elisabeth M. Henifin (Betsy), 88, completed her earthly mission Tuesday, Dec. 1, 2020. She lived her faith doing what was fair and just to her neighbor, remaining compassionate and loyal in her love, and never taking herself too seriously. She was the only child of David and Elisabeth Phillips of Philadelphia, Pa. The extended Phillips family loved to gather, celebrate and debate the issues of the day. Her views of the world were informed by the lively conversations and wide range of opinions expressed, occasionally loudly, during those family gatherings. After graduation from Upper Darby High School, Betsy traveled west to Wilson College in Chambersburg, Pa., where she sharpened her wit, masterminded countless adventures and found time to earn a BFA with a minor in English. While at Wilson she met U.S. Naval Academy midshipman Edward Henifin on a blind date and made him work hard to win her over. She finally gave in, despite his buzzard-like appearance (her description to her roommates which led to his nickname - Buzz - so lovingly bestowed), and his small-town midwestern upbringing (perhaps opposites do attract). They were married after graduation, and loyal in love, began a partnership that lasted a lifetime. Betsy assumed the role of Navy wife with all the perks - Buzz going to sea soon after Betsy gave birth to twins, Buzz being at sea when various cars broke down, appliances failed, roofs leaked, kids got into trouble, and the house smelling of diesel fuel on those occasions when Buzz did return from the sea. Betsy rose to the occasion, handling whatever came her way with creative problem solving and a great sense of humor. Perhaps not the textbook Navy wife - she found time to protest the Vietnam War while Buzz commanded a submarine patrolling the Pacific Ocean off the coast of Vietnam - she was the perfect wife for Buzz. The Navy took Betsy and Buzz across the country and up and down both coasts. Her roots would always be in Philadelphia, but she made great friends and significant community impact during her nearly 30 years in Alexandria, Via., and the last 20+ years in Fenwick Island. She loved being near the water. Raising three children while Buzz was busy seeing the world from under the sea became Betsy’s vocation. As the children grew she was able to pursue a number of opportunities, from teaching in a pre-school to editing technical publications for the U.S. Department of Energy to working in the Fairfax County mental health system to serving as a church secretary. Her passion, however, was volunteer service through her churches, Bush Hill Presbyterian in Alexandria, and Ocean View Presbyterian in Ocean View. Betsy served in many capacities over five decades, often focused on advancing mission efforts both locally and globally - Koinonia at Bush Hill and Water4 at Ocean View were two of the many organizations that benefited from her living her faith. She also spent countless hours advocating for improved mental health services. She was particularly proud of completing her Stephen’s Ministry training in her late 80s. Over the years she nurtured deep and meaningful relationships with many friends from Wilson College, church(s), the Navy, the neighborhood(s); Micker, Chalfy, Millicent, Carol, Mary, Jennifer, Cindy, Pam, Lil and The Usual Suspects of Fenwick Island, to name a few. Betsy was preceded in death by Buzz after 65 years of blissful marriage. Betsy is survived by her three children, Ann Reddick, David Henifin (Jeanne) and Ted Henifin (Pam); five grandchildren, David Reddick (Darlene), Elisabeth Francis (Chris), Cate Henderson (Caleb), Wells Henifin and Jimmy Henifin; four great-grandchildren, Monroe and Presley Reddick, Huntleigh Henderson, and Freyja Francis; and her cat Mittee. Mittee was the last in a long line of pets that fell into the honey pot when they moved into Betsy’s care. Special thanks to the care and support she received from the Rev. Terry Dougherty, Diane Willoughby and the staff of Delaware Hospice. A celebration of life will be held when COVID permits. Donations in Betsy’s memory may be made to support the mission work of Ocean View Presbyterian Church, Ocean View or Delaware Hospice. https://www.capegazette.com/article/elisabeth-m-henifin-devoted-navy-wife/212405 ...


Our Poet's December Poem - Dick Raymon's SAIL NAVY!


                       SAIL, NAVY!
                            Maybe a New Verse for the Army Game

                                                     Sail, Navy, down the field,
                               Break that line of Gray—
                               Navy will never yield
                                On this or any day—
                                On, to the Orange Bowl,
                                Run, kick or pass,
                                Sail, Navy, to their goal,
                                 And kick the Army's, kick the Army's ass!

                                  Sail, Navy, down the field,
                                  Bust their plays and heads.
                                  Keel-haul 'em, under-keeled,
                                   And rip that line to shreds--
                                   Boom! goes our Touchdown Gun,
                                   For one more score—
                                   Ain't this the durndest fun
                                   Since whipping Saddam Hussein in a war?


Death of a Classmate - John Phillip Bayne - 13th Co.

John Phillip Bayne, "Phil" to his family and friends, passed away peacefully on November 9, 2020 with his family and beloved dog, Dutchess, at his side.
An avid outdoorsman, Phil was happiest sitting in a tree stand or hunting pheasants at the Mid County Rod and Gun Club, or fishing for bluefish in the Long Island Sound. He fostered a love of skiing in his children and grandchildren that started with weekend trips to Butternut Basin in the Berkshires and migrated to 35 years of annual adventures to Alta, Utah.
He tried his hand at countless hobbies including gardening, cooking, beekeeping, tapping maple trees for syrup, making strawberry jam, wine and beer as well as shooting skeet. He loved watching his grandchildren play sports and was often found cheering them on from the sidelines. Phil raised many hunting dogs over the years, always having a loyal companion by his side.
Phil was born Christmas Eve, 1929 in Baltimore, Maryland to Bernice Elaine Coleman and Elmer Washington Bayne. He lived on a farm with his 4 siblings, Martha, Roy, Donald and Merle, later moving to the city where his mother ran and owned a diner. He enlisted in the Navy in July of 1948. After taking an aptitude test in October of 1949, he entered the US Naval Academy Prep School and was admitted to the US Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland in June 1950, graduating in 1954. He also graduated from the Naval War College and earned a Master's Degree in International Affairs at George Washington University.
He commanded a nuclear submarine, the USS Dace, a submarine tender, the USS Fulton and a division of nuclear submarines. He also commanded the Navy Nuclear Power School in Bainbridge, MD and served on the staff of the Chief of Naval Operations. He retired from the Navy, July 1976, and transitioned to private industry as plant manager at the Indian Point 3 nuclear power plant for the NY State Power Authority, eventually rising to President. In 1991, he joined the U.S. Council for Energy Awareness (later renamed to the Nuclear Energy Institute) a nuclear trade association based in Washington, DC., as President and Chief Executive Officer.,
He married Lydia Jacob in 1956, who passed away in 2017. He is survived by their 5 children, Jenny, Cyndy, Connie, John, Stephen, and 11 grandchildren - Katy, Chris (SGT,US Army '03 to '09 ), Craig, Sean, Ryan, Connor, Kevin, Liam, Reghan, Darby, Owen, and one great granddaughter, Annabelle. His sister Marge and brothers Roy and Donald predeceased him. His brother Merle Bayne, lives in Towson, MD.
A private family burial will be held at the Providence United Methodist Church, in Towson, MD on November 24th. A celebration of his life will be held in the spring of 2021.
In lieu of flowers, the family would appreciate donations to the Fischer Center for Alzheimer's Research Foundation, alzinfo.org.
Published in Poughkeepsie Journal from Nov. 12 to Nov. 15, 2020.



“THEIR PASSINGTREAD” - Dick Raymond's November poem



                                    "THEIR PASSING TREAD"

                       The armies are slowly dispersing,

                      Armadas become but a shade,

                      The air-fleets drift off into cloud-banks,

                      Each day, more join that parade.

                      And we call those who served, the Veterans,

                      Of our millions, they count but a few—

                      Whatever the mission, the danger,

                      They marched, they sailed, and they flew.


                      They came from the hills of New England,

                      They came from the Southern pines,

                      From east to west they were summoned,

                      They mustered, in long straight lines.

                      A many had gone into battle,

                      In peace, as reserves, they drilled,

                      With hearts of love for their country

                      The ranks have ever been filled.


                      They answered the stern call of duty,

                      They raised up their hands and swore--

                      All honor to brave men and women,

                      Remember their names evermore,

                       Who served, whether highest or lowest,

                      In the air, on the land or sea,

                      Bear the title of Veteran, proudly,

                      Our preservers of liberty!