IN MEMORIAM
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Byron D. "Jug" Varner
Commander, U.S. Navy (Retired)
1923-2006
Dear Friends,

Our beloved Byron passed on peacefully on November 17th, 2006. We hope you will join his family in celebrating his life and character, and what he has meant to so many people throughout the years.

Byron's passion was this Web site and the research and writing that provided information and perspectives for military active and retired families.

In his honor we will keep the site active and each day present a random article from the archives.

Bonnie Varner, Vickie Varner Johnson, Roy Varner, and Gary Varner


IN MEMORIAM
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Bonnie J. Varner
1923-2016

Bonnie J. Varner (nee Guthrie) of Sarasota, Fla. passed away peacefully on August 28, 2016. Predeceased by her husband of 62 years (2006) Byron D. Varner (USN Ret.), she is survived by her three children, Vickie Johnson (Jerry) of Osprey, Fla., Roy D. Varner (Wendy) of Odessa, Fla., and Gary Varner (Resa) of Findlay, Ohio, and many beloved grandchildren, nieces, and nephews.

She was a homemaker and loving supporter of her family. Her smile was special! She will be dearly missed.


From the archives:  
(IRAQ) WE ALL GOT THAT S.O.B.

From Thomas Swalm
Received from a hard core fighter type who is a patriot first:

Some grandmother somewhere in America works in a factory soldering wires to a harness that will connect to a little square box containing a little projection camera for an F-16 Heads Up display.

A young man or woman a year removed from high school pulled pins from 500 pound bombs on a hot desert tarmac.

Another kid in America works in a foundry pouring hot aluminum alloys which will eventually find its way to the compressor stage of the F-100 engine that will power an F-16 from a runway.

Someone in America sang in a church choir on Sunday, and on Monday was holding a rivet gun, helping build another warplane, which will help keep us free.

Some group of brave men in the darkness, shined a little laser beam against a building.

Some geeky American, known for his/her math skills wrote a little program that turns numbers into coordinates.

Some young American decided to become a pilot after watching the Thunderbirds or Blue Angels put on a show.

Some American you or I will never meet, had an idea, which became GPS.

Some kid who last year was dancing at a Prom pulled the chocks.

Some kid wiped the canopy that a year ago was wiping car windshields in their summer job at the local car wash back home.

Someone working in a rubber factory had no idea that his or her work product was tucking itself into its bay as the pilot brought up the gear 20 ft off the deck.

Some little American girl who years ago was all about MTV and CDs gave a vector, cleared hot.

Some pilots did their job.

Shack, baby.

America got that s.o.b.!

Every damn one of us.

All I can say is that before Abu Musab al-Zarqui died, I hope it hurt like hell.