Henry Martin Dermody

West Point, 1965

Be Thou At Peace

Posted by Chuck Moseley on November 27, 2012:

I didn't get to know Harry that well until long after graduation. The first interactions were mainly centered around the Arvin Gym project for the class -- what was still needed, etc. It wasn't until the class golf outings began about 13? Years ago that I got to know the "real Harry." He played a lot more than I did but we shared a love of the game, the class camaraderie and similar challenges on the course and we were often paired with each other. After a missed putt, the air would be filled with obscenities in his Boston twang and the often heard -- "These bastards don't give me enough strokes" -- an epitaph that I fully expected to be on his headstone some day. But the real fun was the hilarious banter that would ensue at the 19th hole after a few shots of Irish Whiskey. Classmates would tell him to quit complaining about his game; he should expect to lose some accuracy and distance because he was so much older than the rest of us. That usually elicited a short two word response which I will leave to your imagination, followed by "My friend." I talked with Harry about 2--3 times a year since our last reunion and we would always conclude our chats with the reaffirmation of the importance of family and his sign off was always "Blessings my friend." He will be missed! Blessings my friend. Chuck and Cathy Moseley

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