This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Gerald Havison, 72, born on October 5, 1939 and passed away on September 2, 2012. We will remember him forever.
He was a proud squad leader with the Seabees, MCB9 and served two terms with an Honorable Discharge. Jerry often spoke of his fellow Seabee Brothers with a smile on his face, joy in his heart and the proudness only a Seabee shall know.
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Leave a tribute~ Michelle ... xoxo
Love Sherry & Donnie
If I could have a lifetime wish, A dream that would come true, I'd pray to God with all my heart for Yesterday and YOU. All My Love, Your Hon.
I am soo sorry to hear about Jerry. He was a great guy, always was there whenever granny and I ever needed him. I hope you guys are doing okay during this difficult time. Just know that he is in a better place and always watching down on the both of you! With deepest sympathy, Shannon girl.
Love Richie & Dee
I don't think I ever met Gerry, and that makes me feel that I missed something. I was in MOB 9 in the early 50's, but I don't believe Gerry was there at that time, as he would have been too young.
Please except my sincere condolences. He was a Seabee, and that says he was a man that will be missed.
May you take great comfort in knowing there is one more angel above us. Jerry will be missed by all his Seabee Brothers. God Bless.
Dear Elayne, You and your daughter brought Jerry great joy and a true sense of family. You gave him the gift of yourself and he loved you for it. He was a true hero,a brave soul and he left such a positive mark on the world that he touched. Much love, Jean Albertson, LSW, Hospice
Dear Elayne, May you always feel Jerry's unique presence in your life and may all those memories that you built together and shared now bring comfort to your sad heart. Much love, Jean Albertson, MSW, LSW and all the staff at Hospice House of Hackensack
Vicki
It is hard to believe you are gone a few of us are getting to meet in OCTOBER you will always be remembered for the good times we had .
I will miss you.
Lewis Chaitov, MCB 9 Now living in Canada
Ike Serviss, MCB9 1963-66 Gouverneur,NY/ Leesburg Fl.
I am so sorry for your loss.
Gerry,
I will never forget you and Louie will never forget you.
We were quite a team during the time we served with MCB9 1965/66
My flag flies in the wind since the day you passed.
RIP Gerry Havison
Please go to the gallery and story page for the remembrances I wrote.
Sister Jerrenee
We send all our love. Marcus & Sally
Love Diane and Wendell
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Squad Lead Gerry Havison with Bravo Co.
Seabees Never Die - They Only Move On To Another Work Site!
Gerry and I served together with USN Mobile Construction Nine from 1965/1966.
We had good times and we had bad times.
Our worst time was on Oct. 28th, 1965 - our camp was overrun by a suicide squad of North Vietnamese regulars.
One of the many good times that I can remember was when our base was restricted. This meant that we were not allowed to leave the confines of our camp or nearby worksite because the surrounding area was too dangerous to travel.
Gerry was a genius and had a lot of experience as an electrician. He devised a plan to get us off base by volunteering us for every electrical job whenever the nearby marines requested an electrical crew. They supplied our security, we supplied the work.
One time we made our way to downtown DaNang and of course, we had a little too much to drink and challenged each other to a drunken race with Cyclodrivers to see which one could peddle us through town the fastest.
Another time Gerry outsmarted our company chief by devising a plan to build a tool shed with a false room big enough to conceal a cot so that all of the electricians could take turns getting a little extra sleep. Our tools were placed around the shed so that the actual size was an optical illusion; we were working 20hours a day and the little bit of extra sleep was our savior.
Gerry and I spent many nights together in the slit trenches on security detail. The South East Asian winter nights were bitter cold especially when it rained. As we stared into the darkness behind sandbags we always imagined we saw movement far off in the distance.
Every night when the constant rain was at it's worst Gerry would repeat in yiddish:
" Regn Regn Regn farvos iz em alts Regn."
(Rain Rain Rain why is it always Raining?)
SEABEES NEVER DIE - THEY ONLY MOVE ON TO ANOTHER WORK SITE!
RIP Gerry
Alan Zanger