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.
For those of you new to this story, I’ve been documenting the journey of a pro American grassroot organization (American Sheepdogs) since its inception in 2007. I first encountered Frank while enjoying a post rally drink at Iron Hill Brewery with a fellow Sheepdog, Sharon Highland. Sharon noticed his WW2 hat and thanked him for his service to our country. We invited him to attend our pro American rally the following week and the rest is history.
Can we just put down the Islamic bickering for today and remember the passing of one of America’s quiet hero’s. I realize it was a privilege to have the opportunity to befriend such a person and am torn over the loss of this great man.
Two Generations of Heroes
Frank Ready to Rally
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, 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. I’ve very little information on his wartime activities, I didn’t push, he didn’t feel the need to share. That was okay by me – he was a remarkable person through and through.
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.
Frank McDermott – Sheepdog and Patriot
Photo by Neocon