January 31, 2007
  Still Missing Phil
phil woodall and buddy

Just got back from a memorial service for my good VietVet buddy, Phil Woodall.
Notification of his passing was posted on the webzine recently.

Phil was one of the few in Nam who lifted my spirits whenever I doubted my effectiveness as a war chaplain. I will forever miss him.

Some people come into our lives, stay for a short time, touch us, and we are never the same again. Flavia

Sadness is sometimes overwhelming, sometimes it is a nostalgic offering that penetrates us and we are simply in various states of sustained grief. Many of us feel the same way about Phil. JA

Chaplain's remarks at Phil's Celebration of Life:

Teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. Psalms 90:12

Three score and ten years-perhaps fourscore- is our life span, in round numbers, according to the ancient psalmist. To a youngster in the prime of life, seventy or eighty or ninety years seems to stretch out in an endless succession of days. But, in fact, life has its limits; our days are numbered.

A seventy year life span equals exactly 25,567 days counting the extra days in leap years. We have no way of knowing how many days are allotted to us. But even if we did know, a mere numerical count of so many days would give us neither wisdom nor virtue. Surely then, the psalmist meant something more than years when he prayed, "Teach us to number our days."

When we make the psalmist's brief prayer our own, we ask for wisdom rightly to contemplate our mortality, but we also seek wisdom to live well all the remaining days of our life.

This is, to me, the lesson of Phil Woodall's life. Phil passed from this life into the next at a relatively young age, fifty-eight; but, as we all know, he lived his life, "large."

We combat vets know Phil mostly as a soldier. He was not only a good one, but the best. As a member of a fire team, he distinguished himself time and time again. His leadership was evident when he moved to squad leader, then to the command section as the commander's Radio Telephone Operator.

Highly decorated for his tours of duty, Phil always remained the poet. Most of us remember how, when the fighting lulled, he would write his poetry. He would write it on toilet paper, on c-ration boxes, anything available.

In a sense, stretching from Vietnam to throughout his life, his poetry touched the lives of scores. In the aftermath of Vietnam, his statement, "They may have died in vain but they lived in honor" remains the absolute definition of a generation.

We will miss Phil. The fact that he is no longer physically in our world does have an impact. We will miss his presence at our reunions, the phone calls, the emails, the new poetry scribbled on whatever he had near. Our lives will not be the same.

I think Angelo Patri had it right: "In one sense, there is no death. The life of a soul on earth last beyond his or her departure."

We will always feel Phil's life touching ours: that spirit looking out of other's eyes, that voice speaking to us, talking to us in the things he touched, worked with, and loved.

Phil lives on in our lives and in the lives of all that knew him." The "poetry" of his life lives forever.


Photo Collage by Jon Quick:(added October 18, 2008)

various photos of phil by Jon Quick

Phil's Brick at HCVV Gardens:(added October 18, 2008)

phils brick

phils brick

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