In memory of our departed friends:
Greg Bushnell Foggy Bob Brooks Jim Patterson
Sid Hanisee Jim Carter Ev Spaulding
Betsy Traub Jean Schrager
Blase "Hoot" Gibson Leroy Wood
Leo Dete Chuck Embach
Dave & Betty Jo Heath
Kent Link Lynne Byars
I just read the obituary of "Oak" Osborn and thought that you
would want to read it as well.
V/R ATC John
W. Hood, VP-17 Plank Owner for transitioning to P3A "Deltics" from NAS Moffett
to Barbers Point, HI.
Oakley E. Osborn
Rear Admiral, USN (Ret.)
Rear Admiral "Oak" Osborn passed away on 24 June 2015 in Denver, CO. He
was born on 25 October 1933 on his family's farm near Dalton, NE to Ernest
Easter Osborn and Lily Jorgenson Osborn. Following graduation from Colorado
State University in 1955 with a degree in General Agriculture, he volunteered
for Aviation Officer Candidate School and earned his wings as a Naval Aviator in
1957. Returning briefly to Nebraska to marry Catherine Heaton, Oak embarked on a
32-year naval career that led him and Cathy on adventures around the world.
Beginning his career flying the Navy's P-2V Neptune, Oak was one of the first
pilots to transition to the new P-3 Orion in 1963. In the mid-1960s he served on
the staffs of Commander Anti-Submarine Warfare Group Five and Commander Patrol
Force Seventh Fleet. He earned a Masters Degree in Personnel Management from the
Naval Postgraduate School, and was a student at the Army Command and General
Staff College at Fort Leavenworth, KS. In the 1970's he served in numerous
capacities on the Chief of Naval Operations staff in the Pentagon including as
Anti-Submarine Warfare readiness and training officer, and executive assistant
to the Director of Anti-Submarine Warfare and Ocean Surveillance. He served in
three patrol and anti-submarine squadrons before commanding Patrol Squadron
Forty (VP-40) at Moffett Field, CA and Patrol Wing Five (CPW-5) at Brunswick,
ME. He was promoted to Rear Admiral in 1981, the first graduate of Aviation
Officer Candidate School to achieve flag rank in the Navy. Flag tours included
Deputy Director for Operations in the National Military Command Center;
Commander Patrol Wings Pacific Fleet; and Deputy Director, Defense Mapping
Agency. After retirement from the Navy in 1988, Oak worked for Blue Marble
Geographics, DeLorme Mapping, and Martin Marietta Corporation; and volunteered
for numerous non-profit and charity organizations. He and Cathy traveled
extensively and enjoyed the company of their children and grandchildren while
seasonally commuting between Winthrop, ME and Dade City, FL. Oak was a dedicated
fitness nut, kayaking or bicycling daily. It was only after multiple hip
surgeries that he reluctantly gave up his two-wheeled razor scooter. As the
consummate do-it-yourself guy, conditioned from early years on the farm, Oak
maintained a meticulously organized collection of tools and spare parts that he
could somehow cobble together to fix anything. Following Cathy's death in 2010,
Oak relocated his winter quarters to Stevensville, MD where he resided with son
Brian and daughter-in-law Carrie who had renovated an apartment attached to
their home just for Grandpa. At his beloved summer home in Winthrop, Oak enjoyed
hosting visits by his children and grandchildren, maintaining the cottage,
volunteering, and socializing with his many friends and neighbors. Oak is
survived by sons Bradley, Brian and Thomas; daughter Sarah; six granddaughters;
and five grandsons. He was preceded in death by his wife of 53 years, Catherine
Heaton Osborn of Sidney, NE. He will be interred with full military honors at
Arlington National Cemetery alongside Cathy in 2016.
No photo available
Neil Crabtree (FE, 1969-1972; died Sept 2000)
Cornell Lunzman (AW, Crew 5, 1969-72 ??; died March 2004)
Iím Not There
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake
in the morningís hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
A poem by
1862 - 1926
I am standing on the sea shore,
A ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching
Till at last she fades on the horizon and someone
at my side says:
"She is gone."
Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars
as she was when I saw her
And just as able to bear her load of living
freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in
not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side
"She is gone",
There are others who are watching her coming, and
other voices take up a glad shout:
"There she comes"
- and that is dying. A horizon and just the
limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further.