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Shipmate: Stewardship 2016 20 February 2016

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by Mark Hubbard

I am under a time crunch to get this out so I will dispense with my usual opening remarks and go right into another fascinating edition of “The Winters Tale” for 2015 written with the elegant prose of Dave Winters:

Greetings! I confess. Mea Culpa. Mea maxima culpa. Last year (2014) I failed to spin up and launch our twenty-ninth annual Winters Tale. No excuse. I was tired. I blew it off. I’m getting older and (more) capricious. No apologies. Catching up is simple, though. We are all in acceptable health, and nobody has relocated. Against all odds, David’s supposedly terminal and un-repairable aorta, now equipped with certain experimental bionic components, healed beyond all realistic possibility, and miraculously his other damaged arteries followed suit! This, by the way, is Debbie and Dave’s thirty-ninth year of marriage, which leads naturally to the question of how Dave did actually manage, long ago, to hook so snappy a number as Debbie in the first place. We expect that most folks merely figure she had a weak moment. But no, again NO! That is like concluding that the entire Big Bang merely happened in a moment’s accidental inattention from The Omnipotent. No, in this case, as in the case of the Big Bang, the emergence of Debbie and Dave as a couple required at a minimum, complete suspension of all natural laws of probability. Here’s how it happened: One evening back in 1975, Dave was attending an oversized group Bible study in his Annapolis barracks (Bancroft Hall). An intoxicatingly flaming redheaded acquaintance of his (“Dee” Chandler) also attended that night, shuttling in from Washington, D.C., and she brought along her roommate, a raven-maned beauty from the Walter Reed Army Institute of Nursing where they matriculated together. This black haired bombshell was one Debbie Tipton. Dee, aware that Debbie and Dave shared similarly bull-headed and opinionated mindsets, foresaw significant entertainment possibilities in their introduction. Her assessment was accurate. “From the git-go,” Debbie Tipton was, or at least acted toward Dave like; QUOTE “a stuck up little twerp who already KNEW she was a knockout, thank you very much,” UNQUOTE. Immediately upon introduction, Debbie’s opening line was, “Why should I talk to YOU?” Fair question. The room was full of good-looking guys amongst whom David was hardly a shining star. Yet being an Annapolis man, generally a sought after commodity, he was not pre-armed to deal with this sort of instantly hostile reception. While he was mentally frantically flailing about for a conversational grip or toehold, his mouth took charge and responded before his brain had a chance to get involved. He said, “Because you were born on my birthday.” (NOTE: Folks, I have no idea why I said it. I had never heard of nor seen Debbie Tipton before that night. I realized my grave tactical error the moment it came out of my mouth. This game appeared doomed even before coin toss was complete. Yet I was irrevocably committed to playing it out to its quick, bitter and bloody end. We know what the next deadly question had to be.) Debbie haughtily sniffed and promptly inquired, “Oh really and what date was that?” Well bless her proverbial little heart.
Bluff called, and doggedly exercising his previously mentioned bull-headedness, our sailor mentally grabbed the dice cup, rattled them bones, and slammed it inverted on the bar, going for all or nothing. Radiating the bravado that can be afforded only by the hopelessly damned, he looked Debbie dead in the eye and truthfully proclaimed his own birthdate, “February tenth.” A resounding silence instantly engulfed them. Debbie’s already mentally loaded response of derision evaporated like vapor from a dying steam whistle. Her mouth fell open. Witnessing this, Dave’s jaw also dropped, but he quickly snapped it back shut to mask his dizzying astonishment. Still taken aback, Debbie, no doubt feeling stalked, sputtered, “How did YOU know THAT?” (For the incurably incredulous, the tenth of February was indeed Debbie’s birthdate.) History does not record David’s response. Any reply would have been sufficient, for no reply would have been believed, least of all the truth. So from there it was smooth sailing. David had an insurmountable advantage. Having recklessly wagered all on a chance of only one in a few hundred, he had emerged victorious. He could, with impunity, devise or claim any story or justification that he might chose. In this at least, Luck was a lady that night even if Debbie was suspicious and grumpy. By the end of the evening Debbie had agreed to go sailing with the bold gambler she had just met, if for no other reason than to further investigate his apparently excessive knowledge of her personal details. They sailed to the eastern shore in the appointed weekend with a full crew aboard the Navy yawl Frolic, of which Dave had long been skipper. For the next thirty-six hours, this darlin’ little ship, her gentlemanly crew, the soft waves, cool breezes and moonlit night worked their magic. What a bunch of pirates. Before mooring back in homeport, Dave had informed Debbie that he would be marrying her in due course. It is completely understandable that given his now solidly established record of clairvoyant insight, she had little choice but to accept this information as received truth. They were wed at Fort Leonard Wood in a remote little Army chapel a year and some months later. Yet Debbie to this day does not believe the truth of this tale. Who can blame her, really? After all, what are the odds? The odds are that this blither has gone on long enough. Debbie and Dave have scored another year together when the medical odds makers said it could not happen. So they now kick back to enjoy their time in leisure and “…whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.” These things remind us of you, and that make us smile. Signed, David and Debbie of “The Winters Clan”

It seems that Bryan Dolan has found the proverbial fountain of youth, for he has sent me yet another sports event report (I wish I had your energy, Bryan!), this time in support of a great cause for our disabled veterans:

Mark Bircher and I teamed up for the St. Petersburg Honor Ride with the disabled vets February 13th. Mark was introduced as a special guest (retired Marine Corps reserve Brigadier General and Blue Angels pilot). It was real honor to ride with the vets and especially with Mark, one of my USNA roommates. Included are some pictures of the event. The first is the two of us prior to the ride. The second is Mark on stage with the event organizers and special guests. The third is the start of the race, showing some of the disabled vets coming out of the start. I found out about the Ride2Recovery organization by chance in November and joined the local area riders. It appears to me that this organization could use some publicity, as there is much room for growth. There are wonderful testimonies of how disabled vets have benefited both therapeutically and physically from these rides. The organization is nationwide, so there is likely a local team just about everywhere we have fellow alum. I would encourage everyone to look into it. You do not have to be a serious cyclist to join in and assist the vets. You can find out more about it by doing a web search on Ride2Recovery or Project Hero.

Bryan Dolan & Mark Bircher ready to ride!

Bryan Dolan & Mark Bircher ready to ride!

Mark Bircher on stage for a special recognition

Mark Bircher on stage for a special recognition

“…and they’re off!”

“…and they’re off!”

My wife, Barb, and I took a week’s vacation in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, in early January. Barb’s youngest daughter, Jane Marie Myers, flew down from the Los Angeles area to join us. We stayed at the Velas Vallarta resort. Activities included riding the painted ponies on the beach near Sayulita, scuba diving and snorkeling at the Marietas Islands (even saw an Orca whale breaching and plenty of dolphins), a city tour, scrumptious dining at the resort’s 3 restaurants, plenty of tequila and other adult beverages, etc. Truly a week spent in paradise. I give it 5 out of 5 stars! While there, I coincidently ran into the family members of my high school English teacher, Michael Petrini, at Bishop O’Dowd H. S. (Oakland, CA) who were also spending a week at the resort.

Barb & Mark at one of the hidden beachs on Marietas Island

Barb & Mark at one of the hidden beachs on Marietas Island

Jane Marie & Barb, pose on our room balcony at Velas Vallarta

Jane Marie & Barb, pose on our room balcony at Velas Vallarta

Here’s another 40th Reunion reminder and information regarding the annual Halfway Dinner from Kevin Stone:

Classmates: we continue to receive inquiries about the 40th Reunion. For those of you who slept through the various ‘Reunion Chow Calls’, here’s a reminder: The 40th Reunion will be over Labor Day Weekend. Dinner and Tailgate Formations will be INSIDE, with events planned for Thursday through Sunday. The reunion HQ hotel is the Annapolis Westin. Please call them for reservations (410-972-4300) and ask for the Class of ‘76 room block. Game tickets are not yet available, watch for the announcement for when our ticket block is available. If you are not getting emails from Kevin then please go to http://www.usna.com and update your profile. If you snooze, you lose!

Well, Snowzilla is behind us and the Athletic Association is filling our inboxes and mailboxes with reminders to renew/buy season tickets for the just announced 2016 Navy football season. This can only mean that it’s time for the Annual Class of 76 Halfway Dinner!

Mark your calendars for Saturday evening, April 9th at Joe Theismann’s in Olde Town Alexandria, Virginia.

Okay, I’m done – now get back to work!

Shipmate March/April 2016 26 January 2016

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by Mark Hubbard

As I write this, the eastern seaboard is digging out from the first major snowstorm of 2016, appropriately named “The Blizzard of 2016”. The Federal Government in Washington, D.C. is still shut down. The storm was so bad that Jim Stavridis had to cancel his Forrestal Lecture at USNA scheduled for tonight. Many roads are still unplowed, including the main road into my neighborhood, which means I may be stuck at home again tomorrow (Tuesday). The town where I live, New Market, MD, had a total accumulation of 35” of snow. Many airports are still not back to full operations. AMTRAK is beginning to resume some of its routes on the east coast. My wife and I spent the weekend watching a lot of movies, as well as the NFL playoffs. I got a lot of exercise shoveling a lot of snow. At least I am ready to go back to work when they clear the major arteries in Maryland.

Many of you already know that we lost another Classmate, Reed Jarvi (28th Company) who passed away after a battle with cancer on December 21st at the Avow Hospice of Naples, Florida. George Watt ’73 wrote to me saying that he was going to perform the eulogy for Reed at the Celebration of his life on January 9th, having been a close friend of Reed’s as well as their wives over the years. Our thoughts and prayers go out to Reed’s wife, Darlene.

Reed’s Plebe roommate, Mark Haas, sent me some news and some of his memories of Reed:

My son, Chris, and I went to the Military Bowl, where Navy ended its record-setting season (11 wins!) by whipping up on ACC member Pittsburgh, 44-28. Although the Brigade was not back yet from XMAS vacation and Pitt had a very good turnout of fans, our team was ready and showed all of the rabid Pitt fans just who had the better team! We went to the game with my Class of ’79 buddy, Tim Blue, and his daughter, Lucy.

On a somber note, on Dec 21 we got the news of the passing away of my old Plebe Year roomie, Reed Jarvi, due to cancer. Although Reed traded me in for Dave Boch following Plebe Year, I never held it against him! Does not appear that many (if any) of his classmates were aware of his situation – and it was apparently a case of going downhill very quickly at the end. I had a nice long phone call with his wife, Darlene, on Dec 31 – she was doing pretty well in light of the great support she has down in Florida. A handful of the 28th Company gang made it down to Florida for a Celebration of Reed’s life on Jan 9, including Lee Freund (& wife Ann), John Boulden, Denny Gardner, Phil Cook (& wife Mary) and Rod Ullein (& wife Sue). Lee told me that there was quite a turnout for the event and that it was obvious that Reed had a ton of great friends and associates, including many from the Rugby field, with which Reed was still involved (coaching and playing). I remember Reed as a jovial fellow who could always put a smile on your face. I also remember the frustration of Plebe Year when I could not beat him in Squash (his experience with a tennis racquet trumped what I thought was my superior agility!). Here’s hoping that there is Rugby in the afterlife and that Reed has already found himself a spot to coach and/or play! We will all miss you at the 40th, buddy, but know you will be there in spirit…

Thanks for the great tribute to Reed, Mark Haas!

Mark Haas with son, Chris, enjoying Navy’s performance against Pitt

Mark Haas with son, Chris, enjoying Navy’s performance against Pitt

Gary Greenfield reports of another journey outside CONUS:

Over the holidays, we headed down to Brazil. I had been up the Amazon once and a couple of other times to some cities on business, but had not really taken advantage of the exploring Rio de Janeiro and other towns. We worked our way from well north to just south of Rio over about a 10-day period. Brazil has a lot of great history and certainly where the Americas developed in the early years once discovered. Unfortunately, Brazil today is economically challenged, driven by the falling of commodity prices, China’s woes (they have been Brazil’s biggest export partner) and lack of government reform, which has been aggravated by political scandal. It is a shame to see it happen, for those I have met in Brazil and the friends I have from Brazil are all wonderful people. As is frequent with weakened economic conditions, it has led to increased crime and it feels noticeably dangerous in areas you would not expect to be.

There were several highlights for us, of which I will mention a few. One was visiting the site of Kahal Zur Israel Synagogue in Recife, which was the first Synagogue in the Americas. The founders had left Europe due to persecution and 150 years later left Brazil due to the Inquisition, settling in New Amsterdam (New York) to create the first Jewish community there. This small group of Jews had a profound impact on the Americas. On New Year’s Eve we watched the fireworks over Copacabana from the water and were reminded how sad the downturn has led nearly 50 cities to cancel Carnival, of which Brazil is almost as proud of as they are their national soccer team. But it was a quite a view. In Rio we did ascend Mt. Corcovado to see Christ the Redeemer, but the weather was so rainy and overcast, all we could see what a vague outline. Overall, a great trip!

Gary, Donna, & Brittany getting in the spirit on Christmas Eve in Brazil

Gary, Donna, & Brittany getting in the spirit on Christmas Eve in Brazil

Tim Farrell provided another input that should be of special interest to Classmates in the Philadelphia area:

The most-supported regularly-scheduled service academy alumni event in the Philadelphia area is the West Point Society of Philadelphia networking lunch held the first Wednesday of every month at 1130 at the Chart House Penn’s Landing. Chris Scoppa, Hugh Willis, and I were at the last one on January 2, making USNA ’76 the most-represented class from any service academy. Not to continue to be outdone by Army, the Greater Philadelphia Chapter of the Naval Academy Alumni is reactivating led by our Chapter President, Kevin McCloskey ’93. Our Chapter holds happy hours every other third Thursday at 1800 in the Graham Building near Philadelphia City Hall. Hugh Willis and I went to the last one on January 21st; the next one is March 17th.

Christi and Bruce Hinkley had a chance to spend some snow time with their children and grandchildren in Maine. It was the first snow of the season on December 27. Latest first snow in Rangeley, Maine, since 1947!

Back row left to right - Bruce, Christi, Brianne Lardiere (daughter), and Collin Hinkley (son) Front row granddaughters - Lilly, Cassidy, and McKenzie.

Back row left to right – Bruce, Christi, Brianne Lardiere (daughter), and Collin Hinkley (son) Front row granddaughters – Lilly, Cassidy, and McKenzie.

I think this is the first input I’ve received from Joe Bouchard:

In May last year I left the corporate world to work for a family foundation based in Charlottesville. I was in town on foundation business and had a chance to get together with Terry and Mark Metcalf. I live in Virginia Beach and my foundation work is primarily in Coastal Virginia, though I travel extensively in the US and abroad. My daughter Ellen graduates from the University of Virginia in May and is going on to graduate school in neurobiology.

Joe Bouchard and Mark Metcalf in Charlottesville

Joe Bouchard and Mark Metcalf in Charlottesville

Proud papa, Ernie Halton, writes of a family milestone event:

On September 11th our son, EJ Halton ’13 received his wings! He asked for his dad to pin on his wings, and I was very proud to do so. With nearly 20 family and friends watching and slightly steady fingers, I put the gold wings on his chest. After the ceremony, proud mom and dad stood with the new Naval Aviator and Helo pilot. Three of four Naval Academy grad family members were in attendance, Ernie ’76, EJ ’13, and Charles Harris ’02. Brother in Law, Joe Peterson ’78, was not able to attend. In attendance was also Ernie’s 32nd Company mate, Bernie Vanosdall, to see another new pilot get his wings.

EJ will be stationed in Jacksonville Florida and fly the UH60R. After years of pulling for Surface Warfare, I now get to pull for Naval Air!

Ernie pinning wings on son EJ while Mom, Jackie, looks on smiling proudly

Ernie pinning wings on son EJ while Mom, Jackie, looks on smiling proudly

Ernie ’76, EJ ’13, and Charles Harris ‘02

Ernie ’76, EJ ’13, and Charles Harris ‘02

Bernie Vanosdall, Ernie’s mom Dora, and Ernie

Bernie Vanosdall, Ernie’s mom Dora, and Ernie

Here’s a final note from Kevin Stone:

Classmates: we continue to receive inquiries about the 40th Reunion. For those of you who slept through the various ‘Reunion Chow Calls’, here’s a reminder: The 40th Reunion will be over Labor Day Weekend. Dinner and Tailgate Formations will be INSIDE, with events planned for Thursday through Sunday. The reunion HQ hotel is the Annapolis Westin. Please call them for reservations (410-972-4300) and ask for the Class of ‘76 room block. Game tickets are not yet available, watch for the announcement for when our ticket block is available. If you are not getting emails from Kevin then please go to http://www.usna.com and update your profile. If you snooze, you lose!

Military Bowl 2015 – Navy vs. Pitt 3 January 2016

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Shipmate: January/February 2016 5 December 2015

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by Mark Hubbard

This has been a tremendous football season for Navy. They were one game away from hosting the AAC Championship game and already accepted a bid for the Northrop Grumman Military Bowl in Annapolis against an ACC opponent! We had great turnouts for the home tailgaters and relatively good weather for the most part. What’s not to like? With that said, I have a few words of thanks from Kevin Stone regarding our home games tailgaters:

Wow, it was a great season of Navy football and tailgating. The weather cooperated (for the most part) and we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly week in and week out. We had anywhere from 40 to 125 attendants at any one game. That didn’t happen all by itself so thanks are in order to Lisa Alberg for coordinating the delicious menus and to Dave Rossetti for taking on the role as “Class Tent Master”. Each week a different classmate (and usually spouse) took care setting up the tailgate and breaking it down; thanks go to John Boulden, Lynn and Randy Goff, Carol and Bruce Petit, Kate and Dave Papak, as well as Linda and Doug Schaus. And finally, as with every year, thanks to my bride, Barbara, for her support.

Elsewhere in this issue you should see a large advertisement announcing our 40th Reunion. Keep an eagle eye out for more details in your email. Speaking of which, have you been getting my emails this fall about tailgates? If yes, you’re in great shape to get reunion news. No? Then you’re going to miss the gouge. Go to http://www.usna.com and update your profile with a good email address.

As most of you know, the Yeager Pavilion was dedicated during Air Force week. The Pavilion is beautiful and it reflects the tremendous generosity of Robin and Mike Yeager. Again, the Class of ’76 and the Naval Academy thanks you, Robin & Mike – BRAVO ZULU! Below is a picture from the dedication.

 

Kevin & Barb Stone, Chet Moeller, Dave & Kate Papak, Mike & Robin Yeager, Gerri & Bob Jackson, Chris & Lenny Mokan

Kevin & Barb Stone, Chet Moeller, Dave & Kate Papak, Mike & Robin Yeager, Gerri & Bob Jackson, Chris & Lenny Mokan

Received email from fellow 26th Company mate, Mark Metcalf, about a journey to the magical lands of 4-leaf Clovers and colorful kilts. May the luck of the Irish be with you! Lang may yer lum reek! (We have a Piper down!)

In late October Terry and I took a weeklong vacation in Northern Ireland and Scotland. Although we’d lived in England for a total of four years, this was our first trip across the Irish Sea. We concentrated on the northern half of the island, B&B-ing our way to the Giant’s Causeway, Glenveagh National Park, Slieve League, the Burren, and the Cliffs of Moher. Spectacular scenery, good weather (for October), exceptionally hospitable people, and a paucity of fellow tourists on the roads. And, yes, the Guinness in Ireland was as good as folks said it would be (ask me how I know). Ireland was followed by four days in Edinburgh where I gave a paper on ‘How PRC military texts explain Sunzi’s precepts on deception’ at a 2-day joint US-UK-PRC conference on military ethics sponsored by the University of Edinburgh. The 18 participants included Chinese & UK academics, as well as faculty from USNA, USAFA, and the Naval War College. Certainly, it was a unique and thought-provoking experience. The social highlight of the conference was a dinner at Edinburgh Castle hosted by the Governor of the Castle, MGEN Riddell-Webster. However, that’s the last travel until next summer. Starting in January I’ll again be teaching an undergraduate seminar on “Sunzi and The Art of War” at UVA. Did I mention that I’m enjoying semi-retirement?

Mark & Terry Metcalf at the Giant's Causeway

Mark & Terry Metcalf at the Giant’s Causeway

 

Mark & Terry Metcalf at Edinburgh Castle

Mark & Terry Metcalf at Edinburgh Castle

Check out (pun intended) this story from Gary Greenfield!

If you are not hearing about the Hubbard brood, it is probably due to the Greenfield family catching up! A couple of weekends ago, my daughter, Brittany, was a finalist in the 2015 International MBA Sales Competition sponsored by Microsoft and HubSpot. It featured students drawn from MBA programs around the world and Brittany, from Sloan MIT, was one of the 30 finalists. The competition was in two forms – individual and groups of three randomly assigned. These were two separate contents and Brittany advanced through the rounds to be part of the final three – both for the group and for the individual competition. The competition was held in Boston and while not invited to earlier rounds, I was able to attend the final presentations, held during the same time Navy was crushing Memphis. Not easy not be offering sales coaching from the sidelines, but like for Navy, it was not needed. She excelled in both categories, taking the 2nd place overall in both the individual and group competitions. Better than trophies there were cash awards for each, but the bigger reward was being there to see her stand out performance.

“Brittany, you’re gonna’ have a hard time depositing them in an ATM!”

“Brittany, you’re gonna’ have a hard time depositing them in an ATM!”

Tim Farrell and fellow 27th Company Classmates had a couple of mini-reunions:

Scott Jenkins, Dave Sneeringer, and I enjoyed our quarterly boys’ night out at Fleming’s Steakhouse in Radnor, PA, on October 22. Jerry Willett, Jim Grayson, and I were at the mini-reunion tailgate party on October 3.

Tim Farrell, Jim Grayson & Jerry Willett at the Mini-reunion Game

Tim Farrell, Jim Grayson & Jerry Willett at the Mini-reunion Game

Melody and Charles Dirienzo enjoyed a wonderful time at the Marine Corps Birthday Ball at the Academy in November

The Dirienzos at the Marine Corps Birthday Ball

The Dirienzos at the Marine Corps Birthday Ball

Two classmates got together on November 15 to ride the Horrible Hundred Cycling event in Clermont, Florida. Bryan Dolan and Bruce Northridge teamed up to represent Navy, and learned why this event is called the “Horrible” Hundred. Who would have guessed that Florida would have hills, let alone a mountain! To make matters worse, wind speeds were up that day, hitting 15-16 mph. The combination of wind and terrain gave them a challenge greater than anything they faced before, but they represented Navy well.

Bryan Dolan and Bruce Northridge, watching Navy take SMU apart, just prior to “carbing” up the day before the Horrible Hundred

Bryan Dolan and Bruce Northridge, watching Navy take SMU apart, just prior to “carbing” up the day before the Horrible Hundred

Support team of Joyce Dolan and Joanne Northridge after the race

Support team of Joyce Dolan and Joanne Northridge after the race

For the Navy-SMU game, my wife, Barb, and I joined the Papaks at their super-duper RV for their tailgater. Several Classmates and wives, along with business associates supporting the Travis Manion Foundation joined the Papaks. The following pictures are courtesy of Tamara Eden.

The Papak RV Tailgater Crowd at the Navy-SMU Game

The Papak RV Tailgater Crowd at the Navy-SMU Game

Mark & Barb Hubbard, Chris & Lenny Mokan, Robin & Mike Yeager, Skip Zobel & Guest, Kate & Dave Papak, Darlene & Garry Hall pose in front of the Papak RV

Mark & Barb Hubbard, Chris & Lenny Mokan, Robin & Mike Yeager, Skip Zobel & Guest, Kate & Dave Papak, Darlene & Garry Hall pose in front of the Papak RV

 

Barb Hubbard & Kate Papak singing in the warm RV

Barb Hubbard & Kate Papak singing in the warm RV

Well, that’s it for this edition. May you have the Happiest of Holidays and a Blessed New Year!

Navy vs. SMU 2015 5 December 2015

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Navy vs. USF 2015 8 November 2015

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Navy vs. Tulane 2015 8 November 2015

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Navy vs. Air Force 2015 11 October 2015

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Min-Reunion September 2015 Fleet Reserve Club 11 October 2015

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