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MROL Man of The Month June/July:
ED W. FREEMAN
Captain, U.S. Army Company A, 229th Assault Helicopter Battalion,
1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile)
The words and photos are courtesy of Artisan Books, publishers of
Medal of Honor: Portraits of Valor Beyond the Call of Duty
by Peter Collier with photographs by Nick Del Calzo.
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He began flying fixed-wing aircraft, then switched to helicopters. By 1965, when he was sent to Vietnam, he had thousands of hours' flying time in choppers. He was assigned to the 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile), second in command of a sixteen-helicopter unit responsible for carrying infantrymen into battle. On November 14, 1965, Freeman's helicopters carried a battalion into the Ia Drang Valley for what became the first major confrontation between large forces of the American and North Vietnamese armies.
Back at base, Freeman and the other pilots received word that the GIs they had dropped off were taking heavy casualties and running low on supplies. In fact, the fighting was so fierce that medevac helicopters refused to pick up the wounded. When the commander of the helicopter unit asked for volunteers to fly into the battle zone, Freeman alone stepped forward. He was joined by his commander, and the two of them began several hours of flights into the contested area. Because their small emergency-landing zone was just one hundred yards away from the heaviest fighting, their unarmed and lightly armored helicopters took several hits. In all, Freeman carried out fourteen separate rescue missions, bringing in water and ammunition to the besieged soldiers and taking back dozens of wounded, some of whom wouldn't have survived if they hadn't been evacuated.
Freeman left Vietnam in 1966 and retired from the Army the following year. He flew helicopters another twenty years for the Department of the Interior, herding wild horses, fighting fires, and performing animal censuses. Then he retired altogether.
In the aftermath of the Ia Drang battle, his commanding officer, wanting to recognize Freeman's valor, proposed him for the Medal of Honor. But the two-year statute of limitations on these kinds of recommendations had passed, and no action was taken. Congress did away with that statute in 1995, and Freeman was finally awarded the medal by President George W. Bush on July 16, 2001.
Freeman was back at the White House a few months later for the premiere of We Were Soldiers, a 2002 feature film that depicted his role in the Ia Drang battle. As he was filing out of the small White House theater, the president approached him, saluted, and shook his hand. "Good job, Too Tall," he said.
MROL Man of The Month April/May:
Tim Wolf
One of our missions here at the Men's Room is to promote the mentoring of younger men by older men. Life is much easier with someone showing the way. Few organizations are as successful in achieving this than the Boy Scouts of America.
When I was growing up my Dad worked swing shift, so I never really got to get involved in Scouts. Last fall my son Frank and I joined Pack 28 in Red Lion PA. One of the first people I met was the Cub Master Tim Wolf. Shortly there after I began to call Mr. Tim "Sgt Hulka" our big toe. Before becoming involved with Scouts as a leader I had no idea what went into a well run, organized pack.
While serving in the Army and the police department I had the opportunity to work for and with lots of managers and a few leaders. Seldom is one man able to pull off being both. Tim has a way of identifying people's talents and exploiting them for the needs of the pack. You know you are in trouble when he comes up to you, paper in hand, puts his hand on your shoulder, while looking at you over his glasses. You are getting ready to commit to something. It is hard to say no to a man who you know would never ask you to do anything he would not do himself....if he did not have a hundred other things to do. This is especially true when he always finishes up with "if something goes wrong it is on me". Here is a recent excerpt from an e-mail that was sent to pack leaders from Tim.
"We (as parents) only get one shot at being a Dad/Mom of a son who is looking for his purpose in life. One shot to show him right from wrong and that they are needed. Our world needs boys; however, we need more great scouts that their Dads/Moms molded!
My Dad’s words of advice when Tommy was born – 99% of being a parent is SHOWING your kids you will always be there for them, the other 1% is how to make a good PB&J sandwich."
The truth is that if it were not for Tim I would not have become as involved in the Pack as I have. Tim is also passing these lessons onto to his son Tommy who was one of my Bears this year. This month Tommy and my son Frank bridge over to Webelos. We have a leader moving on and Tim needed someone to run the Den next year. Guess who he talked into it along with another Dad? I have to admitt that it did not take much. My wife says that I joined Scouts and took Frank with me.
From one man to another I want to tell Tim thanks for your leadership, friendship, and dedication. And in true Sgt. Hulka fashion I also want to take this opportunity to encourage every one to get their boy involved in Scouting. Their is no better tool to combat the culture war we currently find ourselves in. If you believe in these things contact your local Boy Scouts of America.
I promise to do my best
To
do my duty to God and my country,
To
help other people, and
To
obey the Law of the Pack
MROL Man of The Month Feb/March: Steve Reichert
Marine
Sniper Receives Bronze Star Medal for Valor
Writing
Credit: Sgt. Stephen D'Alessio, USMC Emerging Media,
Defense Media Activity
MARINE
CORPS BASE CAMP LEJEUNE, N.C., Feb. 22, 2005 – In the early
morning hours of April 9, 2004, a Marine sniper and his
spotter crawled on top of an abandoned oil storage tank in
Lutafiyah, Iraq. Their mission was routine, as they covered
their squad's patrol movement through the small town during
the Arbaeen pilgrimage. But it became a mission that will
go down in the annals of Marine Corps history.
Staff
Sgt. Steve Reichert, a 25-year-old scout sniper with
Headquarters Company, 2nd Battalion, 2nd Marine Regiment,
was recently awarded one of the Corps' top medals, the
Bronze Star with a combat 'V' for valorous action, for his
actions that day.
During this particular mission atop the oil tank, Reichert
settled himself in a very exposed position -- though he was
able to prop up a few steel plates on some sand bags. He
and his spotter occupied that position knowing they were
extremely vulnerable to enemy fire.
"I didn't really think about it at the time," said
Reichert. "But when we heard the (.50-caliber) rounds
impacting the oil tank, we took what little cover there
was."
As the patrol moved toward the town, Reichert observed a
dead animal located in the patrol's path. It was then when
he recalled his training in enemy tactics, techniques and
procedures for improvised explosive devices and made radio
contact to redirect the patrol. The patrol leader radioed
back to Reichert and confirmed his suspicion that two wires
were leading out of the dog carcass.
"We encountered IEDs daily," said Reichert. "The IED that
the squad came up on was in a dead animal, and with my
spotting scope I could see the slight reflection of the
wires coming out of the animal."
But despite the squad's preventive measures, a routine
situation turned treacherous. Arocket-propelled grenade was
fired at the Marine patrol, and seconds later enemy
machine-gun and small-arms fire pinned them down, according
to Reichert. The Marines couldn't effectively engage the
enemy machine gunner on the rooftop of a nearby building,
so they radioed to Reichert on the oil storage tank. He
took one shot and missed, then made the proper wind and
elevation calculations to make his mark. A moment and a
trigger pull later, Reichert took out the gunner.
In the after-action report, the platoon leader made a
remarkable account: that Reichert made the shot from 1,614
meters about a mile away. His accuracy was the deciding
factor in the outcome of the firefight.
Soon after, a few insurgents began to climb a set of stairs
on the backside of the building where the firefight was
taking place. Reichert aimed into the brick wall where he
thought the men were and fired. All three of the men
dropped. Reichert's armor-piercing round penetrated the
wall and killed one man -- possibly wounding the other two
with bullet and brick fragmentation.
"I could see that two Marines got separated (from the
platoon) and saw that a small group of insurgents were
maneuvering into position to ambush the Marines. Once they
stopped moving I shot one; the other two ran."
Reichert looks back at his mission as a learning experience
not only for him, but also for others who follow in his
footsteps. "I've learned a few lessons in life that I think
helped me along the way," said Reichert. "Never quit, no
matter how tough life can get."
(Marine Sgt. Stephen D'Alessio is a 2nd Marine Division
combat correspondent.)
MROL
Man of The Month for December/January is:
Master
Gunnery Sergeant Peter Proietto
Credit:
http://ourmilitaryheroes.defense.gov/profiles/proiettoP.html
Master Gunnery Sergeant Peter Proietto of the U.S. Marine
Corps was faced with a tough decision on March 12, 2003. He
could leave his position and seek cover from the enemy
ambush, or he could stay in position. Though it would risk
his own life, if he stayed he could continue to provide
suppressive fire to protect the other Marines in the
forward element of the patrol.
Proietto chose to stay in position.
The patrol had been traveling outside of the village of
Bara Waze, Afghanistan that afternoon when the Taliban
fighters, well armed with an array of weaponry, ambushed.
Proietto had immediately manned the machine gun on his
vehicle to lay down suppressive fire on the enemy and to
provide supporting fire to the lead element of the
patrol, which had been pinned down by the heavy enemy fire.
As the firefight progressed, a heavy crossfire from the
enemy mounted against Proietto "to a point of intensity
that was amazing" states the narrative the accompanies his
award citation. Proietto earned a Bronze Star with
‘Valor’ for his actions that day.
That’s when the Team Sergeant, Master Sergeant Clopp
advised him to abandon his position and seek cover, since
he was firing from a non-armored vehicle on an open road,
and the enemy was concentrating their fire on him.
Proietto knew that if he abandoned his position the forward
element would be left on their own with no supporting fire.
So he ignored his own safety and refused to leave his
position even though everything around him, including his
vehicle, was being shot up in the enemy crossfire. He
could continue to lay down a steady stream of suppressive
fire on the enemy, which he did for almost an hour, and
silenced two enemy machine gun positions.
Proietto held his position for almost an hour through
intense fire and silenced two enemy machineguns. When
his machinegun ran out of ammunition, he grabbed his M4
carbine and began to engage the enemy and spot enemy
positions for the gunner.
Eventually the enemy was pushed out of their positions. A
running firefight through the mountains ensued until after
dark at which time the patrol broke contact and
reconsolidated.
"Throughout this engagement…Proietto displayed himself in a
courageous professional manner and his heroic and immediate
response to enemy fire and willingness to jeopardize his
own safety to provide supporting fire for the rest of the
team demonstrated a level of dedication to the mission and
his fellow soldiers, which is rarely surpassed," the award
citation states. "His actions and selfless courage under
fire was instrumental in the success of the operation and
the safe return of all U.S. and Afghan militia forces."
NOVEMBER
2009 NLEOMF OFFICER OF THE MONTH Sean Fleming
http://www.nleomf.org/
OFFICER
SEAN FLEMING Chesapeake (VA) Police Department
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WASHINGTON, D.C. — The National Law Enforcement
Officers Memorial Fund (NLEOMF) has announced the
selection of Officer Sean Fleming of the Chesapeake
(VA) Police Department as its Officer of the Month for
November 2009.
For most working Americans, the worst battle on a ride home from work is traffic. For Officer Sean Fleming of the Chesapeake Police Department one day this summer, it was a gunman intent on taking out anyone in his path of escape. On June 1, 2009, Officer Fleming carried out his shift in Chesapeake's 3rd Precinct much as he always did: patrolling the streets, making traffic stops and developing strategies to reduce robberies. At the end of his shift, he began the drive home still wearing his uniform but driving his personal vehicle. This would prove to be the last few "routine" moments of an otherwise normal day on the job. Officer Fleming noticed two marked police vehicles operating their emergency equipment attempting to stop a fleeing white van. He pulled off the road to let the police vehicles pass and then turned on his portable police radio to hear what was happening. Officer Fleming soon learned that his fellow officers were in a felony pursuit and began to drive in the direction of the chase. Soon afterwards, the white van being pursued crashed into a guard rail, and three subjects exited the vehicle. As responding officers approached the van, the suspects began firing at them while fleeing into nearby woods. With Officer Fleming approaching the scene, a lone individual exited a wood line along the roadway and immediately caught sight of the officer, who had pulled off down the road from the crashed van. Seeing Officer Fleming in his uniform, the suspect immediately leveled an AK-style assault rifle at him and opened fire. No less than twenty bullets hit Officer Fleming's Jeep Wrangler, and four of them found their intended target: Officer Fleming. Undeterred and with a tremendous will to survive, Officer Fleming immediately returned fire. With the help of a fellow officer, Officer Fleming was able to neutralize the gunman. Shot four times, covered in blood, and struggling, Officer Fleming was able to exit his vehicle out of the passenger's side door and collapsed behind the vehicle. Fellow officers immediately left their cover to come to Officer Fleming's aid, risking their lives to save him not knowing if the other suspects were waiting at the wood line. While officers provided cover, Officer Fleming was pulled to safety behind police vehicles, where officers immediately began rendering first aid. The officers quickly assessed his wounds and began applying direct pressure, all the while maintaining a conversation with Officer Fleming and assuring him he would be all right. Officer Fleming was flown to Sentara Norfolk General Hospital to undergo surgery and be treated for his wounds. Lieutenant C.E. Horne of the Chesapeake Police Department writes, "Officer Fleming willingly responded to the aid of his fellow officers when he could have instead chosen to let on-duty officers handle the situation. Once confronted and out-gunned by an armed adversary, he never gave up. His will to live and react undoubtedly contributed to ending an immediate and deadly threat to other officers and civilians." When asked just a month after the incident if he would return to his job with the department, Officer Fleming responded, "It'll take more than this to scare me away." With just one-and-a-half years in his law enforcement career, Officer Fleming has already compiled an impressive list of commendations. For his heroic efforts that fateful June day he was awarded the Virginia Association of Chiefs of Police Award for Valor, and from the Chesapeake Police Department, the Medal of Valor, Combat Cross and Wounded in Combat Medal. In addition, he was voted the Chesapeake Police Department's Officer of the Second Quarter by his peers. Officer Fleming has since returned to duty with the Police Department. Located in the nation's capital, the NLEOMF is a nonprofit organization dedicated to honoring the service and sacrifice of America's law enforcement officers. The NLEOMF Officer of the Month Program began in September 1996 and recognizes federal, state and local officers who distinguish themselves through exemplary law enforcement service and devotion to duty. Officer Fleming, along with the other Officers of the Month for 2009, will be honored at a special awards luncheon in Washington, DC, in May 2010 during National Police Week. In addition, their stories of heroism and service will be featured in the Memorial Fund's 2011 calendar. |
Man of The Month October 2009: Jack Patterson
Baltimore City Police
Words & Picture: Cody Patterson
Let me start by saying that I am not only writing this as my father’s son, but as a friend who can truly say what will be stated here.
Jack L. Patterson. Husband. Father. Counselor. Teacher. Friend. Just a few of the words that I am able to use to describe the man I proudly call my father. From the moment I can remember I can see this towering man standing over me and picking me up on his shoulders and making me feel like I was king. My fondest memory of him and I is sometime early spring of 1997. I was 5 years old, loving growing up, and this was a great milestone in my life. My first experience using a firearm. Fuzzy as the picture is, I do clearly remember hitting that target and have my Father say the words. I’m proud of you son.
Now no life is perfect. We were all of that age where we were Sonny Corlione, Tony Montana, Dirty Harry and Godzilla all rolled into one. That for me was in my senior year of high school. I had made some stupid ass decisions and was starting to pay for them. My Father saw this and started to set me on the strait path. Combined with the efforts of my mother he was able to turn my ass around and help get me to where I am today. And for that I owe him a lot. Possibly even my life in the long run.
This leads me to about a month ago. It was Rook Arrival Day here at Norwich University. I got issued my gear, assigned my room, and was waiting for the ceremonies to begin. As we were given a few minutes to say our final farewells to our family, I turn to my Mother thinking she will be bawling in tears. I look at her and not even watery eyes. I say my goodbyes to her. It was in this moment that I truly realized the love and pride my father has in me. I see him tearing up for the first time in 14 years. He said to me, “You have already made us proud and will continue to do so. But you make sure you go and make yourself proud.” Those words are my driving force and what keeps me going in here.
So, he may be hard headed, sometimes scary, and even, and I have said this before, an asshole, he is MY FATHER! I AM HIS SON! NOTHING WILL BREAK THAT BOND!!!
MROL’s Man of the Month:
The Lone Marine
SSGT Tim Chambers
By: Phil Scott, Military.com
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Noon was fast approaching and you could hear the collective roar of bikes getting ready to run their pilgrimage. I took one more long look around the corner of Constitution Avenue and then I saw him. Moving with a half swagger and half march, the marine approached, his family in tow, and he headed toward his appointed spot just shy of the turn onto Constitution. As he walked you could hear the loud shouts of "Semper Fi" which were in turn answered with a guttural "hoorah!" Along the way, he shook hands and stopped often to kneel down and talk to kids. You could feel his energy as he drew nearer and heard him speak. His demeanor was stern, but kind, and when he spoke he looked directly into your eyes. With a firm handshake, he agreed to give me a few minutes at the end of the run after the last bike rolled by. I in turn assured him a cold bottle of water when he was done. I knew he would need it.
A giant rock of a man was assigned to help guide motorcycles to the left and right, a road guard if you will. The marine began to take his position in the center of the street when a young boy wearing a Marines shirt walked up to him and in the blink of an eye, they were doing push-ups in the middle of the road. Suddenly, the call came out that the Run For The Wall was about to start. People were quickly cleared from the street. The roar of machines grew louder and the unrelenting lines of bikes appeared. In one smooth mechanical motion, the lone marine cocked his salute as bikes began to roll by.
The marine is Staff Sergeant Tim Chambers. I spoke to his mom, Diane Desantis, his grandmother Anne Desantis, his girlfriend, Mariam Ebrahimi and his buddy Nathan Linkof. Tim was one of six kids in a very active household. He came from a lineage of military folks as his father was a marine in Vietnam and his grandfather was in the Coast Guard in World War II. Tim?s family came from the small town of Silverton, Oregon.
Tim spends hundreds of hours helping out various charities, advocates for veterans' benefits and their causes and visits veterans' hospitals. Tim's card explains what he is all about. He is starting a charitable organization called "Tim-for-America" whose centerpiece is, "improving the quality of life of our youth, the less fortunate and heroic veterans." His aim is ambitious, but simple: Get people involved and volunteer to help.
After more than four hours, the last bikes finally came over the bridge and slowed down to pass by Tim. When the last escort motorcycle rode by, Tim cracked his salute in perfect military precision. He did a left face and walked toward his family. The surrounding crowds erupted into applause and people came from everywhere to shake Tim's hand and thank him. He would in turn thank every person for being there. Although sweating, Tim seemed no worse for the wear.
Tim explained that for several years, when he was stationed in D.C., he would wear his uniform during Rolling Thunder and walk around talking to people. He would shake hands and thank veterans and their families. He listened to their stories and their plights. Tim decided that he wanted to do something to show that he cared. He spontaneously, in full uniform, stepped into the road during Rolling Thunder 2002 and gave his salute to the riders in the Run For The Wall. The next couple of years his spontaneous salute evolved in to a planned event. This year, he was invited by The Rolling Thunder organization, which flew his family in from Oregon and Tim from 29 Palms, California.
As I walked away, it struck me that I hadn't asked the most important question. I turned around and called him, "Sergeant Chambers, why the salute?" His response was effortless and profound, "It's about the pain. A lot of these heroic guys still hurt and if I can relieve their pain for just one brief moment, then I've done my job."
Man of the Month: June 2009 - Sgt. Klay South USMC (ret.)
& Mom of the Month Janet South
Sgt. Klay South and his fire team haven’t slept more than three hours in three nights, but
they’re ready to clear another house. South, composed and unafraid, noticing sweat dripping
into his eyes and insects littering his face, is unaware of the gunman on the other side of the door.
The strong, heavy foot of South’s 220-pound figure kicks open the door for his fire team.
Four Years Later...
“He was a Marine before he was a Marine,” said Janet South, Klay’s mother. “We joke that he
came out smoking a cigar and swinging a chain.” He doesn’t come from a military family; he was the
first to enlist and did it during a time of war. The Franklin, Ind., native enlisted in the Marine Corps in
2002 with the sole idea of going to Iraq to “get some.”
South describes himself as an action junkie and not a nine-to-fiver. He said recruiters give a hard
time to guys like him who come into the office asking how soon they can get to Iraq.
“They think something’s wrong with you,” South said.
Apparently satisfied that there wasn’t, recruiters shipped South to boot camp two weeks later in
December 2002. South, at 26, was the oldest graduate in his company.
Janet said she always felt safe around her son because the natural leader in him took charge no matter
the situation. But she didn’t know how far that leader was willing to go. Just as South had hoped, he deployed
to Fallujah with 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines, as part of Regimental Combat Team 1 in 2004, and he participated
in Operation Al Fajr. Being the take-charge type, South forsook the survival rates of the first man to enter a
house when clearing it and volunteered for the dangerous role.
“I just felt the younger guys needed a leader. Some would enter the house and freeze up a bit,” South said.
South got plenty of experience at being the first one through the door. “We cleared between 25 to 35 houses during the first three days.
It’s just like the movies: bombs dropping everywhere. You’re exhausted, and the smell of sulfur is all around you,” said South with a
vigor that suggests he enjoyed that environment. “You just revert to your training; it really does just take over. I got right with
God and said, ‘I’m ready to go, but please let me go out in a blaze of glory.’”
In the last room South entered, the team’s front was clear. Then South looked left.
Bang-bang-bang!
The first round struck him in the mouth from point-blank range.
He fell to the ground as the enemy kept firing. Fading in and out of consciousness he tried to throw a grenade
into the room, but it started to roll back toward him. When it exploded, the insurgent got off another shot,
striking him in the foot.
The round from the AK-47 that struck him in the mouth shattered 22 of his teeth and blew off most of his jaw and
a fifth of his tongue, the bullet lodged in his throat. He had no airway. He regurgitated the same blood swallowed
when he inhaled. A corpsman, Nick Lowery, stopped the bleeding long enough to try a tracheotomy. The first try
failed, but the second got air to his lungs.
“I thought I was dead. I had come to the conclusion that I wasn’t coming back,” said South, who remained
unconscious for the next few days, during which he was transported to the U.S. military hospital in Landstuhl,
Germany.
With 162 hospital beds for a daily average of 13 patients, the hospital’s goal is to provide expeditious life-saving
procedures and get the patients stateside as soon as possible. After a few surgeries, he was transported to the National
Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, Md. South was wounded in Iraq on Nov. 11, 2004, and arrived at the hospital three days later.
South underwent three and a half weeks of surgeries. The gunman was so close to him that the muzzle flash
burned his face. “I had so much dead skin on my face, they had to come in four to six times a day to scrub it off,” South said.
Surgeries were one after another for the sergeant. Doctors took parts of bone from South’s hip to use in the
reconstruction of his face. His jaw is now made of titanium.
“It really was a staged approach to reconstructing South’s face,” said Capt. David Bitonti, director of surgical
services at the National Naval Medical Center. When South first arrived it was a matter of resetting what was still intact and coming up with a plan to
reconstruct what was missing, Bitonti said. South has had about five dozen surgeries for his injuries.
“I didn’t even recognize myself,” South said.
Until a year and a half ago, when South got new teeth, he was unable to eat solid foods and lost nearly 75 pounds,
dropping from 220 down to 147 pounds. “Man that was awesome, getting to actually eat food that I could to chew,” South said.
With a natural looking smile, South said he’s noticed a significant change in his appearance from his first
surgery to the last: “100 percent difference from when I was first wounded ... maybe I can still be on that show
‘The Bachelor.’”
Although spirited, he will never forget that day. South said he is a man who is proud of what he did.
“I’m proud of my scars; they remind me of something, what I did for my country. I customized my face,”
South said.
Story by Lance Cpl. Bryan G. Carfrey Headquarters Marine Corps
Marines
The Corp's Official magazine
I am proud introduce our first Man of the Month:
May 2009 - Gene Cassidy
On October 22nd, 1987 Police Agent Eugene Cassidy was patrolling in Baltimore’s famed Western District, arguably one of the most violent police districts anywhere in the country. During his shift, he noticed a suspect who he had written a warrant for ten days earlier for the crime of aggravated assault. Gene made the decision to stop the suspect to see if he was still wanted on the warrant. Agent Cassidy stopped the suspect known as Butchie Frazier, and placed him against a wall on the corner of Mosher and Appleton Street’s. Frazier was able to access a .357 caliber revolver concealed on his person, at which time he spun and leveled the pistol at Agent Cassidy’s head. Agent Cassidy then grabbed Frazier’s arm, which held the weapon in an attempt to disarm him. Before Agent Cassidy could access his own weapon, Frazier fired, striking Gene under the eye.
Agent Cassidy was down, but not out. Frazier then placed the revolver against Agent Cassidy’s temple and pulled the trigger. Unbeknownst to Frazier, Agent Eugene Cassidy was too tough to die, but he did lose his sight, and his sense of smell and taste as a result of his injuries. Despite being shot twice in the head at point blank range, Agent Cassidy persevered by having the stubborn will to survive. Agent Cassidy would go on to as full a recovery as possible under the circumstances, and begin to piece his life back together with his wife and partner, Patty Cassidy.
Most people would be content to collect a check and feel bad for themselves for the rest of their lives, but not Gene. As a York College alumnus of the Criminal Justice program, Agent Cassidy went back to school and earned his second bachelors degree, this time in education. After this, Gene went to teach new police recruits the ins and outs of the legal system, including constitutional and criminal law, as well as a myriad of other courses. at the Baltimore City Police Academy. Not content to only have two college degrees, Gene attended John’s Hopkins and earned a masters degree in management. After serving for 22 years Agent Cassidy was forced to retire, yet returned to teach new recruits in the same disciplines.
Gene Cassidy teaches a wide variety of courses nationally, and especially enjoys teaching Surviving Traumatic Incidents, a course he developed based on his experiences and 22 years a professional law enforcement officer.
Despite all of his triumphs and accomplishments in life, Police Agent Eugene Cassidy is most proud of his two children, Lauren and Kevin, who both currently attend college.
Frazier will die in prison for his crimes.