My Dad died last night

Sorry for your loss. Prayers to you and your family

Sorry for your loss Mutt. Sounds like he had a good run.

Sorry for your loss Mutt. He sounded like one helluva man.

Sorry for your loss, Mutt. You never say that a Marine is retired, they just aren't active duty anymore. His defense of our country will never be taken for granted, and here's to him watching the games from the best skybox around.

"Old soldiers never die; they just fade away."....Gen Douglas MacArthur

Sorry for your lost.

Sorry, Mutt.

Sorry for your and your family's lost.

Glad you got to see him one last time before he passed. Sounds like he ended his life with a better relationship with you than he had with his father. I'm sure he'd appreciate this tribute to him.

My condolences to Mutt and family. He'll find plenty of good company in the Fiddler's Green section of Heaven with our brothers.
"Fideli Certa Merces"~ For the faithful, there is certain reward.

Prayers for you and your family Mutt. God bless you.

Sorry for your loss!

Sounds like a great man Mutt. Thoughts and prayers my friend!

I'm sure your Dad would appreciate the tribute. My condolences.

Thank you for sharing that..I did read it through with great interest, and came away with a feeling of respect and admiration for your dad. I hope you take some comfort in knowing more people care than you may have thought.

Your dad reminds me a lot of mine, who I also lost many years ago. Old school, man's man. Wouldn't say, "I love you", but you knew damned well he loved you more than life itself, and would sacrifice anything for you. Guys like that wanted you to know you were loved, but didn't want you to turn into a, "*****". ;)

Sorry to hear that, Mutt. Hang in there.

Prayers for you bud. I hate to hear this.

My Dad is 92 and a former Armored Infantry WWII vet of three tours. He was in Africa, Italy, southern France across the Alps in tank battler after tank battle into Germany and across the Rhine to liberate Dachau and a nearby allied prison camp. It's hard to watch great men grow old. Thanks for reminding me to appreciate every moment I have with him left.

Sorry for you loss, but it sounds like you had a great father. You were blessed and so was I.

Thanks again

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Originally Posted by Mutt the Hoople

Lt. Col Charles E. "Charlie" Cannon, USMC (Retired) died last night at the age of 82. My dad fought the good fight and is now resting in His Savior's arms.
My dad was a man's man and a Marine's Marine. Read the book "The Great Santini" and you have a small picture of what it was like growing up in his house. He never messed with Computers, but if he ever wanted to visit this board, his username would've been some form of The Great Santini, and his his icon would've been Bull Meecham.
He was born on a farm in Iowa, and he early on he decided he despised farming. My grandpa wanted he and his brother to live next to each other and share farm equipment...Dad wanted nothing of it. Instead, inspired by Grandma, my mom, and his English teacher Miss Lemkuhl, he decided to go to college. Dad and Grandpa had it out one night, and so at the age of 16, my dad was estranged from his Grandfather. At Grandpa's funeral in 1982, Dad said that this was the first time in 30 years that being in the same room as him didn't end in a fight.
Being the first in his family to go to College, he went off to Parsons College, a small midwestern school in Fairfield, Iowa (Sidenote: Parsons closed in 1974, was bought by the Maharishi Yogi, and is now Maharishi University). He graduated with a Foreign Languages degree and expected to become a schoolteacher.....
However, the Marines stepped in. One night, he and a couple of buddies were up drinking and they all decided to enlist in the Marines. However, they saw where Officers made $100 more a month so instead they went down to recruiting office and signed up for OCS. THAT'S how dad became a Marine Officer....and a good one.
Dad wasn't completely like Bull Meecham. One thing I remember is that he NEVER was one of those obnoxious parents who were always lobbying coaches to let their son play more. He'd just sit in the stands and watch us play whatever sport was in season at the time. I do remember hitting a game-tying double once, and seeing him grinning from ear to ear when I was standing on 2nd base.
In his prime, and even a little after, Dad could do 20 one-armed pushups, 10 one-armed chinups, and I could never beat him arm-wrestling.
After retiring from the Marines, he went to The Mississippi State University (Meridian Branch) and graduated with both a Masters and Specialist degrees in Academic Administration.
Like good Marines, he lived his life burning the candle at both ends. He could outdrink and out-party pretty much anybody, until he broke his hip 4 years ago. Since then, it's been steady downhill. He developed Parkinson's and his movement was further hindered.
My brother, sister, and I visited him in Naples last weekend. By Sunday, he slipped into a coma, he died late last night.
Dad, rest in peace. Say hello to Jim for me.

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Semper Fi.

My condolences and prayers for you and your family! Appreciate your dads service! My dad was a marine also and died 5 years ago and sounds like my upbringing was much like yours. Peace and comfort to you and your family!

Semper Fidelis, Devil Dog.