Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Services for John Logan
John D. Logan (January 22, 1945 - January 2, 2010)
John D. Logan, age 64, of Independence, Kansas died January 2, 2010 at the VA Hospital in Topeka, Kansas after a long illness.
Cremation has taken place. Memorial Service will be held at 2:00 p.m., Friday, January 8, 2010 at the First Baptist Church in Mound Valley, Kansas with the Reverend Marty Warren officiating. Burial will follow at the Mound Valley Cemetery with military honors by Fort Riley Honor Guard.
The family has suggested memorials to the St. Jude’s hospital for Children or the Shriner’s Hospital and contributions may be left at the Potts Chapel.
John was born January 22, 1945 to Raymond and Bessie (Ramsey) Logan. He was born and raised in Mound Valley, Kansas, attending Mound Valley grade school and graduating from Labette County High School in Altamont, Kansas. John served in the United States Army and served one tour in Vietnam as a platoon sergeant. He was a life member of the VFW Post #1186, a life member of Disabled Veterans of Americans, a member of the American Legion and Sons of the American Revolution. He also was one of the founders of the Heartland Vietnam Veterans, a support group for Vietnam Veterans of the area. John is a member of the Mound Valley First Baptist Church. He worked as a tool and die maker at Parsons Precision Products of Parsons, Kansas.
In May of 1964 John married Trudy Woods and the couple later divorced. In 1970 he married Barbara (Garrett) Williams in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. Survivors include his wife Barbara, his mother Bessie, a brother Don of Milwaukee, a sister JoAnn Etter of Mound Valley; two daughters Sheila Housel and Karla Bohr both of Independence, step daughter Jeannie Koger of Erie, Kansas, step son Tony Williams of Des Moines, Iowa, a step son Greg Williams preceded him in death; 7 grandchildren and one great grandson and numerous nieces and nephews.
John D. Logan, age 64, of Independence, Kansas died January 2, 2010 at the VA Hospital in Topeka, Kansas after a long illness.
Cremation has taken place. Memorial Service will be held at 2:00 p.m., Friday, January 8, 2010 at the First Baptist Church in Mound Valley, Kansas with the Reverend Marty Warren officiating. Burial will follow at the Mound Valley Cemetery with military honors by Fort Riley Honor Guard.
The family has suggested memorials to the St. Jude’s hospital for Children or the Shriner’s Hospital and contributions may be left at the Potts Chapel.
John was born January 22, 1945 to Raymond and Bessie (Ramsey) Logan. He was born and raised in Mound Valley, Kansas, attending Mound Valley grade school and graduating from Labette County High School in Altamont, Kansas. John served in the United States Army and served one tour in Vietnam as a platoon sergeant. He was a life member of the VFW Post #1186, a life member of Disabled Veterans of Americans, a member of the American Legion and Sons of the American Revolution. He also was one of the founders of the Heartland Vietnam Veterans, a support group for Vietnam Veterans of the area. John is a member of the Mound Valley First Baptist Church. He worked as a tool and die maker at Parsons Precision Products of Parsons, Kansas.
In May of 1964 John married Trudy Woods and the couple later divorced. In 1970 he married Barbara (Garrett) Williams in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. Survivors include his wife Barbara, his mother Bessie, a brother Don of Milwaukee, a sister JoAnn Etter of Mound Valley; two daughters Sheila Housel and Karla Bohr both of Independence, step daughter Jeannie Koger of Erie, Kansas, step son Tony Williams of Des Moines, Iowa, a step son Greg Williams preceded him in death; 7 grandchildren and one great grandson and numerous nieces and nephews.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
May you and your families have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.Monday, November 30, 2009
Christmas Poem
A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
PLEASE...
Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can?
Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women
for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.
Make people stop and think of our heroes,
living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum , Iraq
This was sent to us by Gerry Schmuck.
Pray for our troops
and be thankful for all they do all year through.
God bless.
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
PLEASE...
Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can?
Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women
for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.
Make people stop and think of our heroes,
living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum , Iraq
This was sent to us by Gerry Schmuck.
Pray for our troops
and be thankful for all they do all year through.
God bless.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Agent Orange Review
If you have registered with the VA on the "Agent Orange Registery" you should be getting this newsletter. If you aren't getting this letter you either are not registered or they have lost your name and address.
This publication has some important information for veteran's that were exposed to Agent Orange.
If you need information on registering with the Veteran's Affairs you can contact them directly or contact your local American Legion, VFW or Veteran's Commission representative.
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This publication has some important information for veteran's that were exposed to Agent Orange.
If you need information on registering with the Veteran's Affairs you can contact them directly or contact your local American Legion, VFW or Veteran's Commission representative.
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Disability Benefits - Veteran's Affairs
This is a new list of "Presumptive" Disability Benefits for Certain Groups of Veterans. The 1011th personnel would definately fall under the "Exposed to Agent Orange" category.
The VA is reviewing and adding to this list periodically so you need to stay in contact with your local VA or Veteran's Commission office to see if you may qualify for compensation under any of these categories.
Veteran's Affairs personnel are suggesting that if you think you may be entitled to a pension or compensation based on the list below, that you contact your local American Legion, VFW or Veteran's Commission to start the paperwork for determination.
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The VA is reviewing and adding to this list periodically so you need to stay in contact with your local VA or Veteran's Commission office to see if you may qualify for compensation under any of these categories.
Veteran's Affairs personnel are suggesting that if you think you may be entitled to a pension or compensation based on the list below, that you contact your local American Legion, VFW or Veteran's Commission to start the paperwork for determination.
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Article in the Emporia Gazette featuring the Emporia unit of the 1011th
The following five posts here are from the feature supplement section of the Emporia Gazette which was published on November 5th, during Veteran's Week. The Gazette contacted four of the Emporia unit members and interviewed them for this article. The week long celebration and recognition of veteran's in the Emporia area, is largely because of the founding of the actual National observance of Veteran's Day being here.
(The quality of the following post is not the best but you can enlarge the print by left clicking on the post)
(The quality of the following post is not the best but you can enlarge the print by left clicking on the post)
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