Thursday, November 12, 2009

I came not to bury FX, but to praise him...

You don't meet many people in this life who can a) quote the Buddha, and b) land a jet fighter on a pitching, rolling aircraft carrier deck. So Tuesday, I put on my suit and tie and drove down to Ft Logan to observe Veteran's Day early, in the best way I know how- by celebrating a life.

Francis Xavier Rozinski was not perfect (just ask his family!), but he was a hungry mind; generous of spirit and not afraid to get the most out of life. The Marines are not perfect, either (though in the Halls of Montezuma, they simply did what their country asked them to do. As for the Shores of Tripoli, there may not be a more important moment, post-1789, pre-July 3, 1863, in assuring this nation would be around today). But when the Marines and FX got together, amazing things happened. Frank got to fly, over Korea, and many other places, besides. Later, he joined the Caterpillar Club (had to eject, and "hit the silk").

He had a large family, retired, and flew private clients, including the bands Yes and Chicago, around the US. His and Leona's house was filled to bursting with friends, good Polish food, attractive daughters and their boyfriends (this is where I come in), and the expectation that every one of them would become their best, and strive to be happy.

In the same spirit, he wandered the art colonies of the Southwest, then retired to Colorado Springs, one suspects, to tell the more dunder-headed members of the military just what he thought of them. He read and talked about things; then joined a club so he could read and talk some more.

Why is it that no matter how hard one tries, one can never find words adequate to a life before it is done? Perhaps no one understands this gulf between words and actions better than the military. Before the USMC honor guard on that beautiful Tuesday morning had even finished unfolding the flag over his bier, most of the women were sobbing. I was dabbing my eyes when the first volley of a 21-gun salute went off behind us, making everyone jump, and the geese on the lake howl in cacophonous protest, as if nothing living could imagine Frank ever dying.

I don't know where Frank is now, but he lives on in a wonderful family. He always wanted to fly, and at this moment, I'm positive he's doing just that. And, if I were religious I would say, "Get ready, angels!"

1 comment:

  1. Just ran across this posting: I served with Major Rozinski in the early 1960's. He was the Intelligence Officer for the MAG-16 S-2 Section, which I worked in at the time. I had the highest respect for him. In the spring of 1963 I was about to transfer back to the States and be discharged after serving my four years of active duty. I talked to the Major about my plans to get out of the Marine Corps and start to college at Arkansas State. He encouraged me to do just that. Our NCOIC of the S-2 Section, Master Sgt Kniles, one day said in front of Maj Rozinski "we need to get him (me) to shipover" (sign up for another four years). The Maj responded, "no... he has better plans... he is going to go to college". That put a stop to MSgt Kniles trying to get me to re-up.

    Apparently it has been awhile since he passed away, I'd like to send my sincere condolences to Maj Rozinski's family, just in case they happen to read this. Also, thanks Mr. Higgins for posting this.
    Best Regards,
    Cpl Larry Shirley, (USMC 1959-1963)