08 Oct 2003
This person, William McCarrick, was my husband and the father of our two boys. He was a very dedicated person to his profession and loved doing what he did. He was going to make a career of serving his country. He loved all his family members, especially his two sons. He is missed very much.
From his wife.
normarcella@webtv.net
20 Oct 2003
William (Bill) McCarrick was my brother-in-law, but in the short time he was in our family, he became like a brother to us all. He was a fine man, dedicated to his country and his family; he strived for excellence in his work and gave willingly the ultimate sacrifice of his life for this country that he loved so much.
It has been over 35 years since that horrible day when the uniformed men came to give my sister the news of his death, yet I remember it all like it was yesterday. I can still hear his boisterous laugh and see his smile, feel his last hug on the day he left, and hear the taps that played in the distance on the day of his funeral.
Bill's spirit still lives on in his two sons, Billy and Toby. They have both grown to be such fine men for whom their father would be so very proud. Billy has his looks and his laugh, and Toby has his drive and determination.
Although his time on earth was all too short, we thank God for the time we had with him. Bill touched our lives in a special way, and his memory will live with us always.
From his sister-in-law,
Debbie (Ellis) Winzell
dkwinzell@aol.com
11 Nov 2003
My name is William Whitner McCarrick, Jr. I am a Screaming Eagle Brat of the 101st Airborne Division Screaming Eagles from Fort Campbell, Kentucky. My father, William Whitner McCarrick, was stationed at Fort Campbell when I was born in 1960. He was a member of the Screaming Eagle band where he played the trombone. I remember him coming home from a day of jumps and sometimes going to the bathroom to throw up. But yet he always went back to jump when required.
We then were stationed at Fort Bragg, NC, and then outside Baltimore, MD. Mom, Toby, and I then went to live with my grandparents when my father was sent to Vietnam on his first tour of duty. He was a member of Charlie Company, 519th Military Intelligence Battalion, 525th Military Intelligence Group. He came home for a while but went back to Vietnam for his second tour of duty. He lost his life outside Tay Ninh, Republic of South Vietnam on Tuesday Oct. 3, 1967. I had just had my seventh birthday that August. I'll never forget that Saturday, Oct. 7, when Colonel Reedy and another serviceman came to my grandparents' house to inform my mother of the loss of my father.
I still hear the shots of the 21 gun salute at the gravesite. I still see the way the servicemen folded the American flag and presented it to my mother. I remember some of my father's buddies from Fort Campbell being there. Kenzell, Willie, Sandy, and Don I remember best. Some of them also never made it back home. I remember a picture my mother received of McCarrick Compound over there. My father must have been a helluva soldier and man to have a compound named after him.
I have always thought it appropriate that he was born on the Fourth of July. He made the ultimate sacrifice of giving his life for his country. He was a true patriot. I hope he is proud of the man I have become. I know I am proud of the man he was. I would love to hear from anybody that knew or served with him.
From his son,
Bill McCarrick
7225 Boca Ciega Drive Apt 9, St. Pete Beach, FL 33706
BillyMac826@aol.com
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