In Memory

Jack Fisher

Jack Fisher



 
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08/18/09 07:23 PM #1    

Charles Herbek

The last time I saw Jack was when he hitched a ride wih me making his way back to the USMC base at Camp Lejeune N.C. He road with me as far south as I was going before I turned off on Route 3 West at Fredericksburg, VA to go back to UVA, the summer of 72. I still see him standing at the exit. I pass it every day on the way home to Fredericksburg. Sempre Fi Jack!

03/08/10 10:43 PM #2    

Lucy Pontarollo (Haywood)

Jack and I grew up together; our parents were huge friends. I miss those times our parents & "the kids" spent with each other. Jack had an infectious smile!

06/29/10 07:59 PM #3    

Dolores Koziol (Roberge)

He was my friend since he moved across the street from me when we were five.  We shared many secrets on hot summer nights lying on the grass watching the stars or catching lightning bugs.  His grandmother made us matching jackets when we were about six or seven his was neon green and mine neon pink and his grandfather came and prayed at my bedside the summer before second grade when I had mono and everyone thought it was leukemia.  His mother used to give us Kool-Aid in those colored aluminum tumblers.... I still miss him and think of him a lot.  


07/01/10 12:49 AM #4    

Jim Foohey

I used to eat lunch with Jack almost every day during our senior year.  We often ended up talking about girls. "Did you see _____ today?" "Yeah, she's lookin' good."  We always had a few laughs over lunch. I'm sorry now I didn't keep in touch with him after graduation.



The following passage comes from an article written in 1977 by a librarian, Elsie Nelson, who became a dear friend of Jack during the last year of his life:

I met Jack in the library about a year ago when he offered to display his exquisitely detailed miniature soldiers. He told me then of the illness that had forced his separation from the Marine Corps. Now, he said, he had plenty of time to do such meticulous work.

The Marines…what pride he took in the Corps! He had planned to attend Officer's Training School and make it his career, but this was to be denied him.

Jack was unique in his passion for law, order, love of country, discipline.

When he came into the library wearing his fatigue cap tilted just so over his extraordinary brown eyes, you know he had never really stopped being a marine.

He was articulate to the point of brilliance. He was a prodigious reader. There was a quality about him that was at once recognizable and indefinable.

Jack had flair. He would have made a dashing soldier of fortune. I could envision him as such, fighting against outrageous odds, in a Casablanca setting. The setting was to be quite different.

On April 14th Jack came into the library to say he was going into Philadelphia Naval Hospital. "I'll be back next week," he promised. We shook hands and he left.

Jack died April 22. He was 24 years old. There was a Marine Honor Guard at his funeral and taps were sounded in the rain.

He left his mark.



 


03/27/22 07:05 AM #5    

Mark Porcaro

The years pass sadness remains but the  good times,memories,and most  importantly the friendship is  never forgotten !


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