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Even tho we were classmates, I never really got to know George until we were neighbors at Leavenworth.I learned very quickly that he was a great husband, a great father, a great officer and a great friend. After C&GSC, George went his Air Force way and I went my Army way, but we both ended up in RVN at the same time and were able to renew our friendship. He had not changed a bit! And then, much later, we had our last visit together in his home outside of Washington, DC. I always felt lucky to be able to call myself his friend and proud to know that through the years he stayed a great husband, a great father, a great officer and a great friend. I, along with many others, miss him. Jack Campbell July 25, 2001) As a roomate, George, you were great, but, as a friend, you were the best. Yet, of all the memories over the years, my fondest memory with you was my first meeting with Mary. It was after the Cummins and Chura St. Louis weddings; and after a brief lay-over at Meis' stomping grounds in Peoria; when Quinn, Russell and I went with you to Minneapolis for a visit to your family. Hugh and I got to Mary's work place, the baby deparment in a department (?) store, and we pretended that I was the father of a new born, and we ran Mary ragged trying to help me pick out clothes. And, George, your family, they wer great...all of them but especially your Mom and sister...both of whom I was to see again at your retirement. G-d bless, George...perhaps we will be roomates again........... wynne July 25, 2001) I was enormously proud of George when he was promoted to Lieutenant General. He was serving his second Air Force Acquisition tour in the Pentagon. He was unaware that a D2 Classmate also worked in the Pentagon every day as contractor; however, I quietly watched him and sat in the back of a Senate hearing room on Capitol Hill when George was called to defend the F-16 program. The F-16 was in trouble because the widow of a pilot proclaimed to the press that the plane was unsafe. The senators were performing for the press. George never became the least bit nervous or upset, responding to questions with so much poise that the senators began to retreat. I was very proud of him. Weeks later, I unexpectedly encountered him in a hallway of the Pentagon. He seemed very glad to see me; I felt honored when he brought me to his office and told his executive officer not to disturb us while we talked about West Point, D2, and all the years since the days of our youth. The next time I was with George was at his funeral, which was too soon, too soon for such a good man. Dick Fontaine D2, '55 January 13, 2002) George and I go back to the West Point hockey team, where during Firstie year, he was the team captain and I was the cadet team manager. A fiery, relentless player, never has the term "captain" been applied to a greater leader. Our career paths continued through pilot training at Moore AB, TX and Greenville AFB MS. We flew and partied together. We then were assigned to Perrin AFB, TX for combat crew training in the F-86D interceptor. It was there that Buck Riggs and I roomed with George in a home rented in Denison TX. We flew and partied together. Our next assignment, also together, was at Selfridge AFB, MI from 1957)-61.George and I and three other 94th Fighter Squadron mates rented the first floor of a 3-family home in Mt Clemens MI. The place was christened the "Club-58" by the townies. We flew and partied together. He met Mary, I met Carol,----- we married our respective lovely ladies,---- we were in each other's wedding party,--- we started having children,---- our paths crossed several times in our 30-plus year careers. A great officer, a fantastic family man and a "bon-vivant" that would make Ireland proud. One of my greatest regrets is that I was in Taiwan on the day of his funeral; only Carol was able to represent the Bouchard's. Of the many Air Force officers with whom I served, George was the finest. A natural leader who evoked respect; an exemplary husband and father who evoked love; a lover of life who evoked genuine pleasure;,----truly a credit to our Alma Mater. Those who love life and lived it fully teach us the most about death,---- to accept that it comes, to meet it with courage, and to believe that such spirit can never be stilled. Be thou at peace, old buddy, until we can fly and party again. Phil "Bouch" Bouchard. Phil Bouchard January 15, 2004) George, We were set to have lunch in Houston in January. You called and told me you had to cancel, but you would be back in February and we would get together then. "To go over old times." I was really looking forward to it. A lot of water . . . In the meantime I got a call from your classmate at Saint Thomas who told me we wouldn't see you this side of the beatific vision. I was stunned. To a great leader, a great person, and a wonderful upper classman. (MAY you always take the right fork in the road, (MAY the wind always be at your back, (MAY the winds fall gently on your fields, and (MAY the Lord keep you in the palm of His hand. Be Thou at Peace. MJ '56 Matt Quinn January 25, 2006) |