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Mark R. McCarville
McCARVILLE-Mark R., age 65, Plattsmouth, NE.
Survived by wife, Vicki; 5 daughters and sons-in-law, Colleen and Mark Jurew, Waldorf, MD, Trisha and Fred Pecha, Louisville, NE, Kristina and Alan Renshaw, Council Bluffs, IA, Shannon McCarville, Omaha, Jeanna and Justin Pestel, Bellevue, NE; 2 sons and daughter-in-law, Brian and Marilyn McCarville, LaVista, NE, Scott McCarville, Omaha; son-in-law, Richard Narmi, Council Bluffs, IA; 12 grandchildren; 2 sisters and brothers-in-law, Ann and Richard Schauf, Wisconsin Dells, WI, Rosie and Ron Keichinger, Dane, WI; 2 brothers, Mickey and Charlotte McCarville, Kenosha, WI, John and Theresa McCarville, Littleton, CO.
SERVICES Thursday 11am Church of the Holy Spirit, Plattsmouth, NE. VISITATION Wednesday 1-5pm at Funeral Home. Rosary 7pm Wednesday followed by Vigil until time of Funeral Mass Thursday morning all at the Church. Interment Holy Sepulchre Cemetery, Plattsmouth, NE. Memorials to Masses, St. John the Baptist School, or Plattsmouth Fire and Rescue Squad.
ROBY FUNERAL HOME
296-3123
Plattsmouth, NE
Published in the Omaha World-Herald from 6/19/2007 - 6/20/2007.
For the info of his many friends and comrades throughout our groups, Mark McCarville was laid to rest today in Plattsmouth, Nebraska. I would estimate that 150 - 180 persons were in attendance at his funeral and graveside service, including at least 15 representatives from our USAFSS/ESC airborne veterans groups. The Offutt Honor Guard, and teams from the Plattsmouth VFW and Police Department participated in the ceremonies.
Among those who attended were Stan Aarhus, Art Doyle, Gerry Dubyak and wife, John Keim, Jim Miller, Allan Moore and wife, Pete Ogaard, Jim Ray, Jose Ramos, Jon Siner, Benny Spear, and Bill White and wife.
Steve Moubray, who attended the same Korean language course at Yale with Mark in 1959, also was in attendance.
Mark's widow again expressed her appreciation for the emails and card of support during recent weeks, and is in receipt of Bill Mahan's narrative and poem about their days in Syracuse. RIP Mark.
Tom H. Tennant
Tribute by Bill Mahan:
My introduction to the existence of USAFSS came at Skytop in early 1962 when I began Basic Russian. Our class had four members who had been in the Air Force long enough to have actually done some work. They were Pat Nelson, Milo Peterson and Tom Murn. IIRC and I think I do, they had all been stationed at Osan. Although we were not privy at that time to what we would specifically be doing out in the field (We were smart enough to make some pretty good guesses, though.), it was those four airmen who gave us our first knowledge of the command that would be our lives later on. All four were different from each other, and yet in many ways they were the same as people who do the same important jobs often are.
Mark McCarville was the quiet one. He didn't dominate the conversations or try to, not even when he was talking about his own experiences to a bunch of wide-eyed fresh-out-of-basic one-stripers. Pat Nelson was the charismatic one, Milo Peterson was the ladies' man, Mark was the serious guy, and Tom Murn was . . . well . . . Tom Murn.
I wanted to say something about mark to remember him, but the truth is we were never close enough for me to have the kind of specific memories that would evoke the nods of agreement and recollections of the same experiences. Still those nine months at Syracuse were made easier by the four Osan vets who provided us with a glimpse into that mysterious and glamorous world called USAFSS. I doubt that Mark--or Pat, Milo and Tom) ever knew the positive examples they gave us about the command. there is something about people who have been there and done tht that changes the lives of people with whom they are into a mix. It is not the stuff of bragging or war stories or things that make you laugh. It is the incentive t want to do it, too. Thank you, Mark.
So here is a recollection. It is about those four airmen from forty-five years ago, but it is to Mark with the regret I didn't get to send it to him.
Skytop sat on a New York hill
Just outside of Syracuse;
We came to do the Air Force's will,
And all our innocence to lose.
A single stripe upon our sleeve,
Our uniforms still shiny, new;
We didn't know what to believe
Or lay ahead in our Air Force blue.
Russian waited with its nouns
To be declined, verbs conjugated;
In quonset huts away from towns
'Twas there that we'd be educated.
But fortune gave us there and then
To help us where we were at
Four experienced airmen:
Milo, Tom, Mark and Pat.
They'd been around the linguist track,
Learned Korean while at Yale,
Then to the States they came back;
We longed to hear their every tale.
What will we do, we'd always ask;
Silently they'd just lie low,
Not talk about the future's task:
Tom and Pat, Mark and Milo.
So to the White Front we would go
After class to have a beer,
To make our youthfulness not to show
We made sure those men were near.
They made us feel much older older;
Their examples brought us calm;
We were the burden that they'd shoulder:
Pat and Milo, Mark and Tom.
And when our classes they were done,
And off to Texas we were bound,
USAFSS there, more work . . . and fun
They kept our feet firm on the ground.
And there we learned what we would do
And finally we left the dark
Prepared so well by the four of you:
Milo, Pat, Tom and Mark.
Rest in peace, remembered Mark.
From California where the good is never interred with the bones. It lives in memories and it's passed on to others.
Bill