God Speed Frank McDermott – Sheepdog and WW2 Veteran
Today I received heartbreaking news from Rich Davis informing us that a fellow Sheepdog and World War 2 Veteran, Frank McDermott, had suddenly passed away:
I have very tough and sad news to relay. Our WWII vet, Frank McDermott, passed away yesterday afternoon (Saturday 7/31) at the hospital. Frank was probably our most loyal and most beloved sheepdog. For over 2 years he never missed a rally, even on the coldest days, in freezing rain or wind, he would show up on his scooter and take his spot on the corner.
Frank loved the troops, past and present, and would often get misty-eyed talking about the ones that didn’t come home. He always had 2 American flags on his scooter and he loved to hold the bright yellow “God Bless Our Troops” sign. Last Saturday, 7/24, Frank was very upbeat, his surgery was a few days away and he was ready to face danger once again. His daughter, Mary Ann was at the rally and took a lot of pictures of her dad doing what he loved to do.
Despite not having his legs, we all looked at Frank as a giant man. He stood head and shoulders above most of us in so many ways. Always positive, always smiling and friendly to all who said hello. I can never remember Frank ever being in a bad mood. He was always so happy to be with us, and was a most humble man too. He was very gracious and grateful when a stranger would thank him for his service during WWII.
On the coldest days, I would say, “Frank are you sure you can be here today?” And his answer was sharp and clear and lively, “This is the least I can do for our boys.” He never complained about anything, ever. We talk about honor and dignity and quiet strength and Frank exemplified all those qualities every week for us. Humility was his trademark. Always good-natured. He truly loved his country and our rallies were a major part of his life.
I had the opportunity to capture Frank on video talking openly about his views on war from one who experienced it first hand:
He always greeted me with a warm smile, a hug and a joke at the ready. He shared with me on countless occasions insightful thoughts on life and the peaceniks across the street. When he spoke, I listened.
Rest in Peace, Frank McDermott, may perpetual light shine upon you. Your Sheepdog family will miss you dearly and our thoughts and prayers are with your family.
Photo by Neocon