Mr.D was my High School Football Coach for four years before I joined the Corps. If you think that turning wet nosed sniffling little boys and girls into Marines in eight to twelve weeks was hard, try spending a lifetime turning inner city boys to men.
He tried to enlist during the Korean War, but became heartbroken when he was rejected, due to his club foot from birth. In other words He did not walk right, never mind the fact that he could bench press a Buick.
So he went to college, played football and went on to become a Physical Education teacher.
It was due to Mr.D and his no nonsense style of teaching, that I became The Outstanding Marine of the Platoon in Boot Camp. My Drill Instructors were tough, but none of them could hold a candle to Mr.D


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Each Year, during summer training camps, Mr.D would haul our little scrawny butts from the inner city to various farm towns throughout the southern Jersey area, where we would scrimmage with the local high schools football teams. Those big collard green and biscuit eating boys would always kick the shit out of us like 60 to nothing, but they fed us well.
There was a method to his madness, see he figured that by our playing against the bigger size team, when we returned to the inner city and played against guys our same size, we could handle them. It did not always work, but it was a good idea.

Mr.D hated quitters, we could lose, but we better not quit, if we quit, then there was hell to pay.

Louis DeVicaris
April 29th 1930-February 23rd 2010 (02:49Hours)
HE FOUGHT THE GOOD FIGHT
Thank you one and all for your Chapel Prayers
My heart goes out to the DeVicaris family during this time or bereavement.

LL/Lifer