Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Funeral of a Marine Corps and American Hero, John Ripley

I received an e-mail with a link to a video and article on Col. John Ripley's funeral and I wanted to post this for all of you. Not all military funerals are this grand. The Marine Corps and the Naval Academy gave him a fine send off.

In addition to the above video, I have included the article, written by Norman Fulkerson on the website American Society for the Defense of Tradition, Family and Property, I'll warn you, it may make a few of you softies cry, it did me.

Farewell to a Legend

By Norman Fulkerson

The family and friends of Col. John Walter Ripley said their final goodbyes during a moving funeral ceremony on November 7, 2008 at the U.S. Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. He was laid to rest with full military honors in a ceremony that left most attendees either teary eyed or speechless.

Among the honorary pall bearers was Lt. Col. Le Ba Binh who fought with Col. Ripley in Vietnam and actually witnessed the destruction of the Dong Ha bridge; the 30th Commandant of the Marine Corps, General Carl E. Mundy; Lt. Gen. Sir Henry Beverly of the British Royal Marines, a long time friend of the deceased; and Congressional Medal of Honor recipient Col. Wesley Fox.

As the polished black hearse carrying the body of Col. Ripley approached the steps of the main chapel two Marine infantry platoons in dress blue uniforms with rifles and fixed bayonets snapped to attention. The seriousness of their demeanor was a clear indicator that they were just as capable of fighting a battle as they were of paying tribute to a war hero. Moments later, six more Marines, looking like they were carved out of marble, approached the hearse in a slow cadence and solemnly removed the casket. They then carried it up several flights of steps and gently placed it on the bier in the back of the chapel.

“Out of the Depths I Cry to Thee”
The afternoon sun filtering through the stained glass windows illuminated the incense that wafted through the air, creating a blue haze that seemed to hover over the top of the flag-draped coffin. All of this created an ethereal ambiance that was truly unique.

The people I met on the previous night at the wake made up part of the crowd who packed the chapel to say farewell. As I entered that blue haze, I saw a sea of 2500 mourners, many of whom were forced to stand for the entire mass. Row after row of academy cadets, dressed in formal attire filled the balconies above, while military officers, adorned with medals of gold and silver, sat in the pews below. As the coffin was brought forward, the Naval Academy choir intoned the mournful and soul stirring lines of the De Profundis; “Out of the depths I cry unto thee, O Lord.” The plaintive chant was originally composed as an appeal on the part of the disincarnate soul pleading for mercy before the throne of God. On this day, it produced an atmosphere of added grandeur considering the stature of the man whose funeral mass we were now witnessing.

The funeral Mass. Col. Ripley was a daily communicant.

Funeral Eulogies

In his homily, Fr. Peter McGeory chose to bypass the stories of “Col. Ripley at the bridge.” He preferred to focus his words instead on the personal and religious side of the man. Col. Ripley was a Marine who went to mass on a daily basis when he was in town and did so with humility.

“He was living proof that serving both God and country can be done with equal fidelity,” he said.

His faithfulness to his wife Moline, who was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, was equally intense. Moline was an archetypal Southern lady who had been reduced to a wheel chair because of her illness. Father McGeory told of witnessing Col. Ripley at an Academy event one day kneeling on one knee next to his wife’s chair, gently speaking to Moline as he spoon fed her. Seeing his wife reduced to such a state caused Col. Ripley more suffering and required more strength of will than his superhuman efforts in the destruction of the Dong Ha Bridge. It would be one of the last bitter gulps from his chalice of suffering.

Captain Tom Ripley
Captain Tom Ripley gave an equally stirring eulogy of his father after mass and also touched on his father’s religious side. He surprised the audience by telling them the proper way to use a kneeler during mass. You should not let your bottom touch the seat. “If you are going to sit, sit” he quoted his father saying. “If you are going to kneel, kneel, but don’t do both.”

He then outlined some of the essential qualities of a Marine Corps leader. He must have the spirit of the attack, boldness and a receptiveness for risk taking. “If you are not comfortable operating with risk,” Col. Ripley would say, “then you need to get into a new line of work.”

Academy midshipmen leaned with elbows against the pew in front of them soaking in every word as Captain Ripley finished with an anecdote that illustrated the loyalty of his father. In 1985, Col. Ripley lost a good friend when the commandant of the Naval Academy, Leslie Palmer died. When Col. Ripley went to pay his final respects to his friend, he was shocked to find there was no honor guard. He remedied the situation with a sacrifice that was as noble as it was arduous.

“As the Senior Marine at the Naval Academy,” Capt. Ripley said, “our father stood at parade rest by Capt. Palmer’s body for ten hours. It was only after our mother called another Marine to replace him that our father would leave his friend's side.”

A Legendary Marine

The Commandant of the Marine Corps, General James Conway began his eulogy with a reference to the long history of the Marine Corps and legends such as Joe Foss and Chesty Puller.

"We read about their stories," he said, "but we did not have the chance to know them."

“We were honored to know an authentic Marine Corps legend,” he said, “John Walter Ripley.” General Conway knew him for over 30 years and defined Col. Ripley as “a commander, a mentor, a friend” and “a consummate Southern gentleman.” A man who never got angry and the closest he ever came to using a bad word was “dog-gonnit.”

“John was direct,” he said, “and you didn’t need to ask him something if you couldn’t stand the answer.” A good example of this was the heroic and politically incorrect testimony Col. Ripley gave against women in the military in June of 1992.

Regarding women in combat, the Commandant quoted Col. Ripley as saying: “There are sheep and there are wolves and the wolves always win. So in the end political correctness has no place on the battlefield. There are generations of young Marine officers out there today, defending this country with that thought process in mind.”

After the Commandant finished his comments, the choir intoned the Marine Corps hymn. The audience joined in and the words of this song never seemed so meaningful, since they seemed to define Col. Ripley so well. “We fight our country's battles…for freedom…and to keep our honor clean.”

The funeral cortege.
Sublime Symbolism

At the conclusion of the funeral mass, the 2500 mourners followed behind the coffin as the body of Col. Ripley made one last trip across the academy grounds to the cemetery a mile away. The Marine Corps band, playing a drum beat, and two infantry platoons led the way followed by the hearse, the immediate family and friends.

The Harrier fly-over.

As the coffin was put into place over its final resting place, the sorrowful crowd looked over their shoulders at what sounded like a plane taking off from a nearby airport. As the sound grew louder, four AV-B Harriers in a missing man formation flew directly over the flagged-draped-coffin. While the audience experienced a prideful chill, Captain Ripley choked back tears of gratitude for the enormous tribute on behalf of the United States Marines.

He was unaware that his father would receive such an honor and explained for me the deeper meaning behind the gesture. Col. Ripley’s older brother Mike was a fighter pilot who flew three, thirteen-month missions in Vietnam and was considered by many to be the most tested pilot of the time. When he returned to the United States in 1971 he was asked by the Marine Corps to test fly the Harrier and was killed on one of the first runs when his plane crashed into the Chesapeake Bay. He left such a mark on the Marine Corps however that the top marine test pilot in the United States every year is presented the Mike Ripley Award in honor of him. It was one of the many symbolically beautiful gestures witnessed during the day: one Ripley hero honoring another.

As the band played the Marine Corps hymn off in the distance, there was another symbolic gesture. In every other branch of the armed forces there are eight body bearers, who carry the coffin of the deceased. The Marines pride themselve in using only six. Unlike the others branches who carry the coffin at waist level, Marines carry their dead at chest level. After the fly over of the Harriers, we witnessed one more thing that makes a Marine burial unique. In a display of extraordinary strength, the six Marine Body Bearers raised the coffin of Col. Ripley to chin level as a symbol of the final respects being paid to a fellow Marine.

Saluting the body.

After lowering the coffin, the body bearers slowly grasped the American flag and pulled it taut over the top of the coffin while Father McGeory said the final prayers for the soul of Col. Ripley and sprinkled the coffin with Holy Water. The grave-like silence which had descended upon the audience was briefly interrupted by the traditional gun salute. The three volleys, during wartime, were a sign that the casualties were taken care of and the fighting could resume. The painfully sad conclusion to the burial was the moment when the six Marines ceremoniously folded the American flag and presented it to Col. Ripley’s only daughter Mary: yet another symbolic gesture of thanks on behalf of a grateful nation.

Final Farewell
At the conclusion of the ceremony, everyone was invited to a reception yet few wanted to leave. Many chose to remain close to the polished cherrywood coffin. A number of soldiers took the opportunity to give a final salute. Some kissed the eagle embedded in the top while others exhibited an almost inconsolable emotion.

Col. Binh approached the bier and placed both hands on the coffin, as if seeking one final support from the man who fought so hard for his people. Overcome by grief, he mechanically fell to his knees, embraced the casket and wept profusely. I later had the chance to speak to Col. Binh.

“You are no doubt moved by the remembrance of what Col. Ripley did for your country,” I asked. Being a man of few words, he simply nodded his head in mournful recognition as his eyes welled up with tears.

Last respects.
Before leaving the burial, I recognized a Marine who had been at the wake the night before as I sat alone in the chapel praying for the soul of Col. Ripley. I never tire of seeing the way American soldiers do the smallest things in the grandest way. This Marine entered that night, drew near the casket, removed his hat and bowed his head in prayer. He then replaced his hat squarely on his head, stood bolt upright and executed a solemn salute. After an about face, he departed the room in a decisive military fashion. Col. Ripley would have been proud of him.

We spoke for a moment beside the grave and he seemed to have a need to share his feelings about the man to whom we were now saying our final goodbye. His demeanor was strikingly humble yet his upright posture and the glow of admiration in his eyes seemed to indicate a firm determination to follow in the footsteps of this great man. He was not alone. I saw the exact same look on the face of Naval Academy students who attentively followed every eulogy given for a man who is truly an American legend.

While we all mourn the passing of such a legend we are consoled by the thought that his example will inspire generations to come.

Col. John Walter Ripley

June 29, 1939 – November 1, 2008

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Our sincere and heartfelt condolences go out to the family of Col. John Ripley. May he rest in peace!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

The King's Chapel's New Home


For over a year now, The King's Chapel has been building its new home. Today, we were able to hold our first service on site. It was so exciting!

We have been having services at local schools, ever since I started attending TKC. Service starts at 10 a.m. Usually, the sanctuary (school cafeteria) is empty at 10 a.m. and people start filing in as the worship band plays through a series of 5 or six songs. Today, it was a little different. I actually got there at 9:45 a.m. There were quite a few people already taking their seats. In fact, we had a full house. I think every seat was filled. There is room to add more seats, except, what you see is what we have for now. We may be standing room only in the near future.


Below is our pastor and his wife after the service. How wonderful they must feel that everything came together after all those years.

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This is our associate pastor and his wife. (you may remember them from last year's Marine Corps Ball pictures, my associate pastor was part of Major A's class at Quantico - - the Marine Corps is a small world).

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Here is part of our praise band.


The other half of the praise band.


Then our worship singers.


Yes, we have drums.


The next few shots are of the congregation singing. I did get a couple shots of hands raised, however, I was shooting without my flash on and at a slower shutter speed, so those were all blurry.

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After we have praise and worship, the children are released to Sunday School and everyone greets each other. The one thing I really liked about TKC when I started coming was how friendly everyone was. It is often difficult for the worship leader to get us to go back to our seats so that our first lesson can be given.


The next set of shots are of various groups in the congregation chatting with each other before the lesson. The Kings Chapel is kind of like a small town in the big city. People really care about each other here. I grew up in a small town and went to a small town church. I never experienced people caring about each other until I came here.

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Our first lesson is given by Dr. M. He is the father of out Pastor's wife. I really like his lessons. He took us verse by verse through Galatians this summer and I'd like to dig more into that book at some point this year.


After Dr. M does his lesson, our Pastor reads the gospel and does the sermon. I really liked the next two photos. By the way, I do know what the sermon was on -- Nehemiah and building the wall.



Here is our sound guy.


And our power point guy.


This is the father of our associate pastor's wife (TKC really is a family thing, wouldn't expect so many family members to be attending the same church in the DC suburbs, would you?) He was the project manager for the construction of the church. He had a tough job.


After church, we always have a snack table, there is a window to what in the future will be a kitchen. All the goodies were lined up. People could grab a cookie and coffee and head out of the sanctuary into the hall way.


Here are the snack line servers.


And of course, after service, there is more talking. People will stand around and chat with each other for an hour or so. Not sure what we'll do when we have to go to two services.

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Just wanted to share with you a great day for The King's Chapel.

Yes, I also attend another church here in the DC area called McLean Bible Church. I know, kind of confusing. Both are great churches. McLean is much larger and has a singles program. I really like both, I get good solid Bible teaching and each provides me something else the other doesn't. So for now, I will continue attending both. It does make for a busy Sunday (only today, I was just at TKC). If you are looking for a church home in the Northern Virginia area, I have two good recommendations for you.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Christmas Shopping and a Patriotic Cigar Shop Shout Out

Well, almost all of my Christmas shopping is done. There were some great sales at the stores this weekend.

On my last stop, I went to Cigar Town at Fairfax Corner. No, I haven't taken up smoking. I was going to get a Christmas Gift for the former boyfriend, Major A. I know absolutely nothing about cigars. I explained to the guy that I wanted to send some cigars to my friend who was deployed. The Cigar shop guy showed me two gift sets. I picked one that I hope Major A will like. When the guy rang the sale up he said, "With the military discount, that will be..."

I stopped him, "But, I'm not in the military."

"That's o.k. it's going to one of our men in the military, so I'm going to give you the discount."

How cool is that?!

Way cool!

Anyone looking for a good cigar shop in Northern Virginia, I recommend Cigar Town at Fairfax Corner.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The Museum Celebrates the 233rd Birthday of the Marine Corps


We had a day full of events scheduled. Our first cake cutting ceremony kicked off at 1000.

Our oldest Marine was First Sergeant Don Thompson, born in 1917, he enlisted in 1943.


Our youngest Marine, Private First Class Michael Scottodiluzio, was born in 1989 and enlisted in March 2008. He just completed boot camp four days ago.

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Above, the passing of the cake from the oldest to the youngest. Below, Pat, our customer service manager, chats with Mr. Thompson and his family following the ceremony. Pat does such a great job making all of the veterans feel special, which they all are.


The other events that were going on included a recruiting station up at Tun Tavern. Our bar tender Bob, was playing Robert Mullan, who, as legend has it, recruited his company of Marines from the Tavern his parents ran.


We also had a section of the museum set up with Marine Corps uniforms through out history. Here, one of our guests in the uniform worn by Marines in Vietnam. I wouldn't want to mess with her. Her daughter actually said that her mom really looked scary and she had never seen her mom look that intimidating. Amazing what a weapon in your hands will do.


We also had a middle school visit the museum and they were sent on a scavenger hunt of sorts. One of their tasks was to interview a veteran. Here a group of girls interviews one of our active duty Marines.

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Above, a group of boys interviews another of the active duty Marines detached to the museum. Below, Patricia, one of our docents and a veteran of World War 2 and Korea is interviewed by another group of students.


The second Cake Ceremony began at 1300. I had staked out another vantage point that allowed me to climb above the guests.


Our oldest Marine was Sergeant Major Philip Mackert, born in 1919, he enlisted in December 1941. I didn't ask but I assume, he enlisted in response to the bombing of Pearl Harbor.

Our youngest Marine was Lance Corporal Kris Horn, born in 1989, he enlisted in January 2008.


Here, the oldest Marine passes the cake to the youngest Marine.

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I really like the photos I took in the afternoon. The light was a little better. The crowd was also larger and I was able to get a good bead on the guests observing.

I especially like the following picture. It brings tears to my eyes and I can't quite put it into words what my heart sees in this image. These gentlemen were on a trip with younger Marines, maybe their grandsons. The man on the right was in a wheel chair, however, when the ceremony began, he stood, with the help and support of his friend. I see in this picture a love and devotion for the Marine Corps, I see a long friendship and the willingness of one Marine to help out another Marine.


Below is a newly minted Lieutenant who came to the museum with his friends. After the cake cutting ceremony, I saw a group of Vietnam veterans approach him and chat. There were pats on the back and hand shaking. The bond of the Marine Corps transcends generations.


Finally, Patricia, standing at parade rest during the cake cutting ceremony. The docents formed the gauntlet that the cake was escorted through.