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Maj Marty Hogan posted in famous athletes who served in the military. I would like to share this. I met Bob Feller, and he was an unbelievably down to earth guy. When he saw my Indians home ball cap, we started talking. I told him my father, also a Navy veteran, was a big fan. He gave me a signed ball to give my father. From the article:
"Bob Feller: Gun-Captain to Legendary Pitcher
Bob Feller: Gun-Captain to Legendary Pitcher
Answering the Call by Bob Feller From U.S. Naval Institute’s Proceedings
From the days of the Minutemen, America has always had its citizensoldiers. Over the years, their contribution to the nation's armed forces has been enormous. Invariably, their time in uniform also has had a lasting impact on their lives.With this issue, we inaugurate a new feature, Answering the Call, in which men and women who served a few years in the military, then went back home to notable civilian careers, talk about their days in uniform and how their experiences affected their lives.
Our first guest columnist is Bob Feller, the legendary pitcher for the Cleveland Indians, who interrupted a stunning career in the Major Leagues to enlist in the Navy at the start of World War II. As Navy Chief Petty Officer Robert Feller, he participated in some of the best-known sea battles in the Pacific. When the war was over, he returned to the mound and resumed a straight shot to station?the Baseball Hall of Fame.
Here's his account of his military service and what it has meant to him.
I never have to strain my memory to recall the day I decided to join the Navy. It was 7 December 1941. I was driving from my home in Van Meter, Iowa, to Chicago to discuss my next contract with the Cleveland Indians, and I heard over the car radio that the Japanese had just bombed Pearl Harbor. I was angry as hell.
I'd spent almost six full seasons in the major leagues by then, with a record of 107 victories and 54 losses, and I had a family- related draft exemption, but I knew right then that I had to answer the call. I arrived in Chicago late that afternoon to meet Cy Slapnicka, the Indians' general manager, who had come there to talk about my contract for 1942, and told him about my decision. I then phoned Gene Tunney, the former world heavyweight boxing champion and an old friend. A commander, Gene was in charge of the Navy's physical training program. He flew out from Washington and swore me in on Tuesday, 9 December.
After my basic training, the Navy made me a chief petty officer and assigned me as a physical training instructor. It was valuable in its way, but I wanted to go into combat. I'd had a lot of experience with guns as a kid, so I applied for gunnery school and sea duty. After four months of naval gunnery school in Newport, Rhode Island, I was assigned to a battleship, the USS Alabama (BB-60), as a gun-captain on a 40-mm antiaircraft mount that had a crew of 24.
Action in the North Atlantic -- and the Pacific
I got what I wanted. The Alabama spent six months escorting convoys in the North Atlantic, and then -- in August 1943 -- went through the Panama Canal and headed for the central Pacific. Over the next two years, we saw action off Tarawa, and in the Marshalls, the Carolines, and the Philippines. We bombarded beaches to support amphibious assaults, served as escorts for aircraft carriers, and fended off kamikaze attacks. Two enemy bombs hit the ship during the Marianas Turkey Shoot, and we survived a typhoon that pummeled us with 80-knot gusts off the Philippine coast. The Alabama never lost a man to enemy action. The people we had on the gun crews were very good shots.
In March 1945, I was sent to Great Lakes Naval Training Center and managed the baseball team there. In the third week of August, just 15 days after the United States dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, I went on inactive duty. It was back to baseball after that. I rejoined the Indians on 23 August and pitched eight games. I won five and lost three.
Serving in the military is almost always a defining moment for any young man or woman. You're young and impressionable. You meet a lot of new people, and you travel to new places. You learn to be on time, how to follow and, eventually, how to lead.
You Never Forget Combat
POPULAR GUY - Chief Petty Officer Bob Feller jokes with shipmates during his World War II days. Feller, who served in combat as captain of a 40-millimeter anti-aircraft mount, enjoyed celebrity status among Sailors, who often asked for his autograph or came by to chat.
But it makes a difference when you go through a war, no matter which branch of the service you're in. Combat is an experience that you never forget. A war teaches you that baseball is only a game, after all -- a minor thing, compared to the sovereignty and security of the United States. I once told a newspaper reporter that the bombing attack we lived through on the Alabama had been the most exciting 13 hours of my life. After that, I said, the pinstriped perils of Yankee Stadium seemed trivial. That's still true today.
You and your comrades never lose touch. I've gone to my share of Alabama reunions, and all of us treat each other as shipmates no matter what else we've done or accomplished -- or haven't -- over the years. I still remember with pain the sailor who stopped by my compartment to talk baseball during one of our North Atlantic convoy runs. A few minutes later, he was missing. Apparently he'd fallen overboard into rough seas -- an accident of war.
Like anyone who has been under fire, I'm certainly not a war-booster. But I still believe, as I did that grim Sunday afternoon in December 1941, in a strong and well-equipped military and in the values that being in the service instills in the young men and women who don the uniform. I'm well aware of the hardships that our servicemembers are enduring right now.
Serving Your Country
For myself , I wouldn't be unhappy if they re-imposed a draft -- not just because we need more troops to meet our needs, but because going through military training is such a character-builder for young people. Everyone ought to serve his or her country for a couple of years or more, even in times of peace.
I was at Great Lakes Naval Training Center a few months ago, where I'd been invited to speak to the graduates of the Navy's basic school, and someone asked whether I'd urge my grandson to sign up, as I had done. My answer was a resounding yes.
'I'm still a Navy man at heart. And I'm proud to have served.'"
"Bob Feller: Gun-Captain to Legendary Pitcher
Bob Feller: Gun-Captain to Legendary Pitcher
Answering the Call by Bob Feller From U.S. Naval Institute’s Proceedings
From the days of the Minutemen, America has always had its citizensoldiers. Over the years, their contribution to the nation's armed forces has been enormous. Invariably, their time in uniform also has had a lasting impact on their lives.With this issue, we inaugurate a new feature, Answering the Call, in which men and women who served a few years in the military, then went back home to notable civilian careers, talk about their days in uniform and how their experiences affected their lives.
Our first guest columnist is Bob Feller, the legendary pitcher for the Cleveland Indians, who interrupted a stunning career in the Major Leagues to enlist in the Navy at the start of World War II. As Navy Chief Petty Officer Robert Feller, he participated in some of the best-known sea battles in the Pacific. When the war was over, he returned to the mound and resumed a straight shot to station?the Baseball Hall of Fame.
Here's his account of his military service and what it has meant to him.
I never have to strain my memory to recall the day I decided to join the Navy. It was 7 December 1941. I was driving from my home in Van Meter, Iowa, to Chicago to discuss my next contract with the Cleveland Indians, and I heard over the car radio that the Japanese had just bombed Pearl Harbor. I was angry as hell.
I'd spent almost six full seasons in the major leagues by then, with a record of 107 victories and 54 losses, and I had a family- related draft exemption, but I knew right then that I had to answer the call. I arrived in Chicago late that afternoon to meet Cy Slapnicka, the Indians' general manager, who had come there to talk about my contract for 1942, and told him about my decision. I then phoned Gene Tunney, the former world heavyweight boxing champion and an old friend. A commander, Gene was in charge of the Navy's physical training program. He flew out from Washington and swore me in on Tuesday, 9 December.
After my basic training, the Navy made me a chief petty officer and assigned me as a physical training instructor. It was valuable in its way, but I wanted to go into combat. I'd had a lot of experience with guns as a kid, so I applied for gunnery school and sea duty. After four months of naval gunnery school in Newport, Rhode Island, I was assigned to a battleship, the USS Alabama (BB-60), as a gun-captain on a 40-mm antiaircraft mount that had a crew of 24.
Action in the North Atlantic -- and the Pacific
I got what I wanted. The Alabama spent six months escorting convoys in the North Atlantic, and then -- in August 1943 -- went through the Panama Canal and headed for the central Pacific. Over the next two years, we saw action off Tarawa, and in the Marshalls, the Carolines, and the Philippines. We bombarded beaches to support amphibious assaults, served as escorts for aircraft carriers, and fended off kamikaze attacks. Two enemy bombs hit the ship during the Marianas Turkey Shoot, and we survived a typhoon that pummeled us with 80-knot gusts off the Philippine coast. The Alabama never lost a man to enemy action. The people we had on the gun crews were very good shots.
In March 1945, I was sent to Great Lakes Naval Training Center and managed the baseball team there. In the third week of August, just 15 days after the United States dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, I went on inactive duty. It was back to baseball after that. I rejoined the Indians on 23 August and pitched eight games. I won five and lost three.
Serving in the military is almost always a defining moment for any young man or woman. You're young and impressionable. You meet a lot of new people, and you travel to new places. You learn to be on time, how to follow and, eventually, how to lead.
You Never Forget Combat
POPULAR GUY - Chief Petty Officer Bob Feller jokes with shipmates during his World War II days. Feller, who served in combat as captain of a 40-millimeter anti-aircraft mount, enjoyed celebrity status among Sailors, who often asked for his autograph or came by to chat.
But it makes a difference when you go through a war, no matter which branch of the service you're in. Combat is an experience that you never forget. A war teaches you that baseball is only a game, after all -- a minor thing, compared to the sovereignty and security of the United States. I once told a newspaper reporter that the bombing attack we lived through on the Alabama had been the most exciting 13 hours of my life. After that, I said, the pinstriped perils of Yankee Stadium seemed trivial. That's still true today.
You and your comrades never lose touch. I've gone to my share of Alabama reunions, and all of us treat each other as shipmates no matter what else we've done or accomplished -- or haven't -- over the years. I still remember with pain the sailor who stopped by my compartment to talk baseball during one of our North Atlantic convoy runs. A few minutes later, he was missing. Apparently he'd fallen overboard into rough seas -- an accident of war.
Like anyone who has been under fire, I'm certainly not a war-booster. But I still believe, as I did that grim Sunday afternoon in December 1941, in a strong and well-equipped military and in the values that being in the service instills in the young men and women who don the uniform. I'm well aware of the hardships that our servicemembers are enduring right now.
Serving Your Country
For myself , I wouldn't be unhappy if they re-imposed a draft -- not just because we need more troops to meet our needs, but because going through military training is such a character-builder for young people. Everyone ought to serve his or her country for a couple of years or more, even in times of peace.
I was at Great Lakes Naval Training Center a few months ago, where I'd been invited to speak to the graduates of the Navy's basic school, and someone asked whether I'd urge my grandson to sign up, as I had done. My answer was a resounding yes.
'I'm still a Navy man at heart. And I'm proud to have served.'"
Bob Feller: Gun-Captain to Legendary Pitcher
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The story of the life and achievements of pitching great and Van Meter native Bob Feller.
Thank you, my friend SGT (Join to see) for making us aware that you personally met Bob Feller [probably as a young boy, and he was an unbelievably down to earth guy. When he saw my Indians home ball cap, we started talking. I told him my father, also a Navy veteran, was a big fan. He gave me a signed ball to give my father"
The Heater From Van Meter
The story of the life and achievements of pitching great and Van Meter native Bob Feller.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9vo9aWJjZA
Background from bobfellermuseum.org/pages/bob-feller-biography/
"BOB FELLER BIOGRAPHY
Legends of the Ball, Written by Dennis Hoffman
A mile north of Van Meter and a couple of miles east, down a gravel road, sits the old family farm. The red barn built in 1886 still stands, now listed on the National Register of Historic Places. It was here on a stretch of land between the barn and the farm house that Bill Feller set up a makeshift backstop. It was here that he and his son Bob played catch in the 1920s and ’30s; where young Bob learned his windmill windup; where he developed both his blazing fast ball and his bending curve ball. It was here that Bill Feller awakened in his son a passion for the playing field and a gift for baseball.
Like Roy Hobbs, Robert Redford’s fictional character in The Natural, young Bob Feller had more god given talent than most baseball players could ever dream of. And, like Hobbs, Feller learned to pitch by throwing to his dad on their farm near Van Meter. While other rural boys were working in the fields, Feller spent the summer vacation before his senior year of high school pitching for the Cleveland Indians.
No teen has ever matched Feller’s explosive debut on the major league scene. The seventeen – year – old rookie vaulted into the headlines when he struck out eight St. Louis Cardinals in three innings during a July 1936 exhibition. For an encore, the kid struck out fifteen batters in pitching the Indians to a victory over the St. Louis Browns that August. In September, the rookie blazed his 100-mile-per-hour fast ball past the Philadelphia Athletics to strike out seventeen batters. This performance put “Rapid Robert” Feller beside Dizzy Dean as co-holder of the major league strike out record. Before the 1936 season was over, the New York Timesreported that Feller’s name was “on the tongues of a million fans.”
The fanfare for Feller grew. Time put Feller on it’s April 19, 1937, cover. NBC radio jumped on the Feller bandwagon, covering the young player’s graduation from Van Meter High School “live” on its national radio network. His fastball starred in newsreels, racing against a speeding motorcycle. Feller’s glory was magnified by his World War II service. After the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941, Feller was the first major leaguer to enlist in the military.
Before Feller was out of his teens, he had struck out 18 Detroit Tigers in 1938 to set the strikeout record for both leagues. By the time he retired in 1956, Feller had won 266 games, hurled 3 no-hitters, and earned a place in baseball’s Hall of Fame. Bob Feller, it seemed, would be remembered forever. But as the great sports reporter Grantland Rice waxed poetically in “Casey’s revenge, ” “Fame is fleeting as the wind, and glory fades away.” As proof of this maxim, the current generation shows little recognition of Feller. A recent online search revealed that both Wikipedia and DesMoinesRegister.com omitted Feller from their list of “Famous Iowans.”
Today, the 88-year-old Feller has outlived most of his former Cleveland Indians teammates and most of his schoolmates from Van Meter’s class of 1937. He spends much of his time these days with his wife, Anne, on their acreage in Gates Mills, Ohio. But occasionally Feller returns to where his legend endures.
When I entered the basement of the Bob Feller Museum in Van Meter last summer, my eyes zoomed in on the barrel-chested man autographing baseballs. He sat at a table with a box of baseballs on his left and a stack of Bob Feller’s Little Black Book of Baseball Wisdom on his right. He gripped each baseball tightly so it didn’t move while he scribbled his name on it. The man bore a resemblance to a ball player whose Topps baseball card I had acquired in 1956. Same dimpled chin. Same toothy smile.
“Hello, Bob,” I said.
Feller looked up from his work and shook my hand. “Pull up a chair,” he said.
Feller seems in fine shape. The former farm boy from Van Meter is aging as gracefully as he used to pitch. His six-foot frame and a husky upper body make him seem powerful enough to rear back and fire his fastball. White hair has replaced the jet-black hair of his youth. Wire-rimmed glasses now cover the eyes that used to glare fearlessly at major league hitters. A paunch protrudes over his belt. A couple of benign melanoma spots mark his face–possibly caused by 28 crossings of the equator aboard the USS Alabama, chasing the Japanese off the South Pacific islands during World War II, surmised Feller.Bob_Feller_1953
etired sports stars often end up coaching, or sometimes selling real estate or running a restaurant. Feller developed a successful insurance business, promoted various products, and contributed something to the community by serving as the chairman of the Ohio March of Dimes. But baseball never left Feller’s life.
“I spend each Spring in fantasy camp,” Feller said. “I still throw from the rubber, and I throw the ball as hard as I ever did–the ball just takes longer to get to home plate.”
Feller is the camp commissioner at the Cleveland Indians Fantasy Camp held every January at the Indians spring training facility in Winter Haven, Florida. His job is to spend a week in the Florida sun playing and talking baseball with camp participants. Feller coaches and oversees the participants activities, which include seven games of baseball, a photo day, a video day, an awards banquet, and the opportunity to whack baseballs with real wood bats.
He is also still a fixture at the Cleveland Indians spring training camp, putting on a full uniform and throwing out a few ceremonial first pitches for the teams spring training games.
“I hoist up my pants from my old Indian days,” Feller said, “so my pant legs rise above my knees. That way I look like a real baseball player. Players today wear their pants down to their shoes, making them look like they’ve got on pajamas.”
The Picnic Pavilion behind the third base stands is Feller’s hang out during spring training. He signs autographs there. It’s five dollars to get an item signed–unless you buy hisLittle Black Book. Then, he signs the book for free. Fans say the wait for Feller to sign an autograph at spring training is long because he does not run an assembly line autograph session like some players do. Feller spends time with fans; he answers questions, poses for pictures and shakes hands.
Feller’s other important connection to baseball is his namesake museum, which he visits several times a year. Built in 1998 through a community fund-raising effort, the museum is located 12 miles west of Des Moines in his home town of Van Meter. The museum collection includes artifacts from Feller’s childhood, major league baseball career, military service, and Hall of Fame induction. Items from Feller’s three no-hitters are on display, along with the bat that Babe Ruth leaned on when he said good-bye to the fans at Yankee Stadium on June 13, 1948. One of my favorite items is a homemade arm warmer. Bob’s mother made it out of an old gunnysack. During his early years with the Indians, Feller wore it between innings whenever he pitched.
At the end of my interview with Feller, we went upstairs to the museum. Two middle-aged women from Ocala, Florida, were touring the displays. They had come to Omaha for the College World Series and had driven two hours to Van Meter just to see this piece of American history. When one of the women noticed Feller, she cried out.
“Bob Feller ?! My uncle, Paul Brownell, was your catcher on the Des Moines Farmers’ Union team in 1935!”
Feller grinned from ear to ear. He walked over to the women, chatted awhile, then posed for a picture with them. He spent time with them, reminiscing. Later, I asked Feller one last question: “If you could relive any one of the many great moments in your life, which one would it be?”
Feller didn’t hesitate.
“Playing catch with my dad between the red barn and the house.”
FYI COL Mikel J. Burroughs Lt Col John (Jack) Christensen Lt Col Charlie Brown LTC Greg Henning LTC Jeff Shearer Maj Bill Smith, Ph.D. Maj William W. "Bill" Price Maj Marty Hogan CPT Scott Sharon CWO3 Dennis M. SFC Joe S. Davis Jr., MSM, DSL SSG William Jones SGT John " Mac " McConnell SP5 Mark Kuzinski PO1 H Gene Lawrence PO2 Kevin Parker PO3 Bob McCord
The Heater From Van Meter
The story of the life and achievements of pitching great and Van Meter native Bob Feller.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9vo9aWJjZA
Background from bobfellermuseum.org/pages/bob-feller-biography/
"BOB FELLER BIOGRAPHY
Legends of the Ball, Written by Dennis Hoffman
A mile north of Van Meter and a couple of miles east, down a gravel road, sits the old family farm. The red barn built in 1886 still stands, now listed on the National Register of Historic Places. It was here on a stretch of land between the barn and the farm house that Bill Feller set up a makeshift backstop. It was here that he and his son Bob played catch in the 1920s and ’30s; where young Bob learned his windmill windup; where he developed both his blazing fast ball and his bending curve ball. It was here that Bill Feller awakened in his son a passion for the playing field and a gift for baseball.
Like Roy Hobbs, Robert Redford’s fictional character in The Natural, young Bob Feller had more god given talent than most baseball players could ever dream of. And, like Hobbs, Feller learned to pitch by throwing to his dad on their farm near Van Meter. While other rural boys were working in the fields, Feller spent the summer vacation before his senior year of high school pitching for the Cleveland Indians.
No teen has ever matched Feller’s explosive debut on the major league scene. The seventeen – year – old rookie vaulted into the headlines when he struck out eight St. Louis Cardinals in three innings during a July 1936 exhibition. For an encore, the kid struck out fifteen batters in pitching the Indians to a victory over the St. Louis Browns that August. In September, the rookie blazed his 100-mile-per-hour fast ball past the Philadelphia Athletics to strike out seventeen batters. This performance put “Rapid Robert” Feller beside Dizzy Dean as co-holder of the major league strike out record. Before the 1936 season was over, the New York Timesreported that Feller’s name was “on the tongues of a million fans.”
The fanfare for Feller grew. Time put Feller on it’s April 19, 1937, cover. NBC radio jumped on the Feller bandwagon, covering the young player’s graduation from Van Meter High School “live” on its national radio network. His fastball starred in newsreels, racing against a speeding motorcycle. Feller’s glory was magnified by his World War II service. After the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941, Feller was the first major leaguer to enlist in the military.
Before Feller was out of his teens, he had struck out 18 Detroit Tigers in 1938 to set the strikeout record for both leagues. By the time he retired in 1956, Feller had won 266 games, hurled 3 no-hitters, and earned a place in baseball’s Hall of Fame. Bob Feller, it seemed, would be remembered forever. But as the great sports reporter Grantland Rice waxed poetically in “Casey’s revenge, ” “Fame is fleeting as the wind, and glory fades away.” As proof of this maxim, the current generation shows little recognition of Feller. A recent online search revealed that both Wikipedia and DesMoinesRegister.com omitted Feller from their list of “Famous Iowans.”
Today, the 88-year-old Feller has outlived most of his former Cleveland Indians teammates and most of his schoolmates from Van Meter’s class of 1937. He spends much of his time these days with his wife, Anne, on their acreage in Gates Mills, Ohio. But occasionally Feller returns to where his legend endures.
When I entered the basement of the Bob Feller Museum in Van Meter last summer, my eyes zoomed in on the barrel-chested man autographing baseballs. He sat at a table with a box of baseballs on his left and a stack of Bob Feller’s Little Black Book of Baseball Wisdom on his right. He gripped each baseball tightly so it didn’t move while he scribbled his name on it. The man bore a resemblance to a ball player whose Topps baseball card I had acquired in 1956. Same dimpled chin. Same toothy smile.
“Hello, Bob,” I said.
Feller looked up from his work and shook my hand. “Pull up a chair,” he said.
Feller seems in fine shape. The former farm boy from Van Meter is aging as gracefully as he used to pitch. His six-foot frame and a husky upper body make him seem powerful enough to rear back and fire his fastball. White hair has replaced the jet-black hair of his youth. Wire-rimmed glasses now cover the eyes that used to glare fearlessly at major league hitters. A paunch protrudes over his belt. A couple of benign melanoma spots mark his face–possibly caused by 28 crossings of the equator aboard the USS Alabama, chasing the Japanese off the South Pacific islands during World War II, surmised Feller.Bob_Feller_1953
etired sports stars often end up coaching, or sometimes selling real estate or running a restaurant. Feller developed a successful insurance business, promoted various products, and contributed something to the community by serving as the chairman of the Ohio March of Dimes. But baseball never left Feller’s life.
“I spend each Spring in fantasy camp,” Feller said. “I still throw from the rubber, and I throw the ball as hard as I ever did–the ball just takes longer to get to home plate.”
Feller is the camp commissioner at the Cleveland Indians Fantasy Camp held every January at the Indians spring training facility in Winter Haven, Florida. His job is to spend a week in the Florida sun playing and talking baseball with camp participants. Feller coaches and oversees the participants activities, which include seven games of baseball, a photo day, a video day, an awards banquet, and the opportunity to whack baseballs with real wood bats.
He is also still a fixture at the Cleveland Indians spring training camp, putting on a full uniform and throwing out a few ceremonial first pitches for the teams spring training games.
“I hoist up my pants from my old Indian days,” Feller said, “so my pant legs rise above my knees. That way I look like a real baseball player. Players today wear their pants down to their shoes, making them look like they’ve got on pajamas.”
The Picnic Pavilion behind the third base stands is Feller’s hang out during spring training. He signs autographs there. It’s five dollars to get an item signed–unless you buy hisLittle Black Book. Then, he signs the book for free. Fans say the wait for Feller to sign an autograph at spring training is long because he does not run an assembly line autograph session like some players do. Feller spends time with fans; he answers questions, poses for pictures and shakes hands.
Feller’s other important connection to baseball is his namesake museum, which he visits several times a year. Built in 1998 through a community fund-raising effort, the museum is located 12 miles west of Des Moines in his home town of Van Meter. The museum collection includes artifacts from Feller’s childhood, major league baseball career, military service, and Hall of Fame induction. Items from Feller’s three no-hitters are on display, along with the bat that Babe Ruth leaned on when he said good-bye to the fans at Yankee Stadium on June 13, 1948. One of my favorite items is a homemade arm warmer. Bob’s mother made it out of an old gunnysack. During his early years with the Indians, Feller wore it between innings whenever he pitched.
At the end of my interview with Feller, we went upstairs to the museum. Two middle-aged women from Ocala, Florida, were touring the displays. They had come to Omaha for the College World Series and had driven two hours to Van Meter just to see this piece of American history. When one of the women noticed Feller, she cried out.
“Bob Feller ?! My uncle, Paul Brownell, was your catcher on the Des Moines Farmers’ Union team in 1935!”
Feller grinned from ear to ear. He walked over to the women, chatted awhile, then posed for a picture with them. He spent time with them, reminiscing. Later, I asked Feller one last question: “If you could relive any one of the many great moments in your life, which one would it be?”
Feller didn’t hesitate.
“Playing catch with my dad between the red barn and the house.”
FYI COL Mikel J. Burroughs Lt Col John (Jack) Christensen Lt Col Charlie Brown LTC Greg Henning LTC Jeff Shearer Maj Bill Smith, Ph.D. Maj William W. "Bill" Price Maj Marty Hogan CPT Scott Sharon CWO3 Dennis M. SFC Joe S. Davis Jr., MSM, DSL SSG William Jones SGT John " Mac " McConnell SP5 Mark Kuzinski PO1 H Gene Lawrence PO2 Kevin Parker PO3 Bob McCord
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SGT (Join to see) Met Bob Feller. He signed a picture I had of him. I have it on the wall in the den.
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