By Jill Stephenson
Mark Radamacher was the youngest of ten children in a military strong family from Wales, New York. He was born on June 7, 1963 and was killed in action during the invasion of Grenada on October 25, 1983 at the age of twenty.
Mark’s brother Frank, the oldest of the ten children lives in Claremore. He and
his wife of fifty years moved to Oklahoma less than two years ago to be close
to his son.
I connected with Frank via social media, when I saw pictures his sister Nancy had posted last year from his driveway, stating she was in Claremore. I had been friends with her for some time because her brother and my son were both fallen Army Rangers. Although their deaths were twenty-six years apart, there is a bond that forms amongst the families whose loved ones paid the ultimate price for our freedom. Learning that Frank lived under ten minutes away from me, I immediately wanted to connect with him.
Four of the six Rademacher boys served in the military. Their father and two uncles served during WWII. Mark was mostly influenced to serve by his brothers. At Iroquois Central High School, he was very athletic playing football and wrestling. All of the trophies in those two sports are named in his honor, including the locker room. His involvement in sports helped him train to become an Army Ranger, which was his dream. He joined the military in September of 1981.
His training assignments with the Rangers took him to Puerto Rico, Washington, Wisconsin, Florida, Panama and the Federal Republic of Germany. Mark graduated Ranger School on October 28, 1982. He was promoted to Sergeant three and a half weeks prior to his death. He served as Rifleman, Grenadier, and Team Leader. He is laid to rest at Evergreen Cemetery in Wales Center, New York. His parents and numerous extended family members rest near him.
Due to the difficulty in recovering his body, it took several days for the family to be notified that he had been killed. At the time, Jack Kemp was a local congressman who happened to be good friends with President Reagan. Kemp was instrumental in getting Mark’s body home. His parents later received a letter signed by President Reagan. Mark’s funeral included a two-mile procession lined with flag waving supporters and an overflowing church. When Mark’s mother arrived at the church and saw the casket, she immediately threw herself across it and sobbed. His sisters wanted to open the casket and make sure it was him. He was the baby
of the family, his death hit every one of them hard. When Mark’s belongings were sent home, his family discovered he had prewritten all of his Christmas cards to them. This thoughtful characteristic contributed to how long it took each of them to accept his death.
His sister Nancy remains deeply supportive of the veteran community. She has traveled to Grenada multiple times with some of their siblings. One of the medical students that was rescued in the mission that Mark was killed during, went on to become a doctor and philanthropist. In Mark’s honor, he has generously funded these trips for the family. Additionally,
the VFW Post #7795 in Wales, NY is named for Mark. When the dedication took place, his father was Commander of the post. It was the first time in history that a post was named for a son whose father was the Commander.
It was usually the other way around.
I asked Frank how he feels about losing Mark forty-three years later. Before any words came out of his mouth, his eyes welled with tears. You never get over the loss of a family member. When they die in service, they are honored and remembered by brothers and sisters in arms, fellow Gold Star Families and countrymen who appreciate their sacrifice. As I write this we are between Memorial Day and the upcoming 250th anniversary of the birth of our great nation. As James Garfield eloquently stated on the first Dedication Day ceremony at Arlington national cemetery on May 30, 1858, “For love of country they accepted death, and thus resolved all doubts, and made immortal their patriotism and virtue.”
Frank shared with me that although he wasn’t one of Mark’s brothers that served our country, he has always been a strong patriot and supporter of our military. Mark’s death exemplified this and is the primary reason he still is today. Patriotism and virtue have no timeline.
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