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Paul E. Rollins, Jr. (Sunday, Feb 12, 2012 (19:09:34))
Colonel Dick was one hell one of man whom everyone respected and many times feared. He helped mold us into the men we are today. I will never forget the trips to his office not knowing the outcome of my punishment. However, I left there a different and hopefully better person, especially after the TOURS!!! He came to all of our reunions and we were lucky and blessed to have him at our 25th. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family. We will truly miss him! God bless, Paul E. Rollins, Jr. Class of '85
Walter Frick, Romeo 1981 (Sunday, Feb 12, 2012 (8:20:41))
From my knob year in 1977 until our 30th year Homecoming visit to his home, no matter where I would run into Col Dick, he always had such an upbeat attitude about life. You could not ask for a better role model for a young man finding his way at The Citadel. It will be a long time before we see another such as he come this way again, and I consider myself lucky to have known him. I can still hear him say, "God love ya'"
Rosita Navarro (Saturday, Feb 11, 2012 (23:04:21))
I had the pleasure of being introduced to LTC Harvey Dick by Shawna Hartman during my sophomore year at The Citadel. During my first visit with Col. Dick, he said to me "I could tell you were from South Carolina the moment you opened your mouth young lady!" That conversation led to talk of collard greens, and as he always did, bragging on Shawna. Everyone enjoyed the time spent with he and Mrs. Margie, though I didn't make it over for nearly as many Sunday dinners as I would have liked. He would share stories to cherish, give advice, and his eyes would light up at the mention of anything Citadel. If I've ever met anyone that loved their Alma Mater, it was this man. Because of Col. Dick, I became a recipient of The Daniel Fund scholarship. Because of Col. Dick, I took pride in my not-so-attractive female haircut and encouraged other ladies to do the same. Because of him, I knew I had a 'home away from home' just outside of Lesesne Gate. Even after my graduation in 2007, I kept in touch with Col. and Mrs. Dick, visiting when I could. Of all the things Col. Dick taught me, the greatest was a lesson in love. With Col. Dick being class of 1953, he witnessed enough changes to make his head spin. Even though my decision to attend The Citadel had nothing to do with the ruffling of feathers and everything to do with opportunity, I happened to be part of one of those changes. To my surprise, it was Col. Dick who taught me not to cower, but instead, to embrace being a Citadel woman. He said to me one day, "Rozeeta, I love The Citadel and because you are a part of it, I love you." Despite his opposition and steady beliefs on the subject of coeducation, Col. Dick did what many still lack the courage to do. He stuck to his guns, yet accepted and loved me at a time when I needed it most. He didn't love me based on my gender, cadet rank, GPA, PT score, where I had been or even where I was going… he simply loved me as a member of his Citadel family. This is the kind of love that looks past one’s own interest and quite frankly, the kind of love that so many Christians profess, but the world rarely sees. Thank you, Col. Dick for your love and support over the years. Thank you also, for giving me the courage to be a proud part of The Citadel and all that it truly stands for. You will be missed, but never forgotten.

God love ya,

Rosita Navarro '07
Sam Havelock (Wednesday, Feb 08, 2012 (15:58:19))
Dear Colonel,

May the Angels carry you swiftly on your Glorious Eternal Journey as The Lord mends our heavy hearts.

I have thought of you many many times over the years and remembered fondly how you walked and held our hands on that road less traveled. Oh how your walk prepared us for the tough challenges faced.

God Speed Dear Friend. We Love You.

-Sam. '91
Warren McGrier (Monday, Feb 06, 2012 (23:45:29))
Got a chance to see COL DICK at a baseball game last year and he says,"MAGREEEEEE EER, U FINALLY CUT UR HAAAAAAAAARE!!! Such a great guy.. He will be missed for sure... RIP...
Shane Phillips Lima \'93 (Monday, Feb 06, 2012 (16:36:55))
When Col. Dick retired in 1993, my class presented him with a '93 Citadel ring. When my friend and classmate, Chris Kenny, was killed during his second tour of duty in Iraq. Col. Dick presented Chris's family with the ring we gave him, because Chris's had lost his ring overseas. He did not want a fallen Citadel brother to be laid to rest without his Ring.

I saw Col. Dick at the Citadel some time after Chris's death and thanked him for his gift to Chris's family. He humbly accepted my thanks and said that the rightful place for that ring was with Chris.

This act speaks volumes about the character of Col. Dick.
James Bell/Golf 1995 (Monday, Feb 06, 2012 (10:12:18))
As a Cadet our job was to try to break the rules of El Cid. If we didn’t break them, then we should bend them as much as possible. Col Dick’s job was to catch us, and what an outstanding job he did. I remember a phone conversation from the winter of 1993. My cousin and I (Matt Miller, Oscar Co. 1995) had joined the Citadel Ski Club so that we could get back home on open weekends to see our girlfriends in North Carolina. After learning of a large winter storm approaching the high country, we quickly put in for leave. We were hoping to get snowed in and have a few extra days at home. The storm hit and dumped over 30 inches of snow! Of course we couldn’t get back on Sunday, so we called in and told our CO’s our dilemma. About Mid-morning on Monday the phone rang. It was Col Harvey Dick. Son, it’s about time to head south isn’t it? I proceeded to explain how the roads were closed and the power was out, and Col Dick proceeded to tell me how the sun was out in Charleston and he didn’t give a rat’s @ss about the snow. “Son I don’t care about snow, rain, sleet or volcanic eruption.” Don’t let anything impede your trip back to Charleston, and be here by 2230 or I’ll have your @ss!” After being towed to the open road we made it back in time. If you never got to meet him, you missed out on a true Citadel legend. We can all only hope to turn out to be like him. God bless you Col Dick!
J. Riley Johnson (Monday, Feb 06, 2012 (4:37:21))
Colonel Dick, thanks for letting me go to Savannah senior year. The religious and cultural experience was much fun. Sorry for the disruption upon my return, it wasn't intentional. Finally, turns out my unique leadership style put me in good stead in the specials world, but thanks for reminding me where to draw the line.
Mary Beth Bell (Sunday, Feb 05, 2012 (16:21:59))
I first met Colonel Harvey Dick during a visit to the Citadel Campus. A senior counselor at Mitchell High School in Bakersville, NC, I had become aware that one of our students, Karl Buchanan, was interested in becoming a Citadel Cadet. It was my custom, particularly if I had not worked with a college before, to make a campus visit, meet the admissions staff, and familarize myself with the admissions process. During my visit, I met Colonel Dick who was quite intimidating but urged me to call him if I had questions. I did call him and he always responded promptly with helpful information and wise counsel. Karl was accepted for admission and shortly after he became a knob, I stopped by Colonel Dick's office to thank him for his help. He must have read the "concerned for Karl's immediate future" look on my face because he emphatically said, "Mrs. Bell, we take excellent care of our cadets." I found this to be true. He was somehow aware of family, financial, or other problems that cadets were experiencing and managed to lend a helping hand. He was a master at targeting misbehavior, securing facts and evidence, and promptly matching the crime with a fitting consequence. It seemed that the man had eyes everywhere and to tell the truth, he probably did. Having earned the respect and confidence of those around him, he gained information easily and used it wisely. He had a reputation for being tough but fair.
Colonel Dick and I watched with pride as Mitchell High School students championed the rigors of "Knobhood" and became distinguished Citadel Cadets. (Karl Buchanan, Class of 1986; Scott McMurray, Class of 1990; Charlie Teague, Class of 1993; James Bell and Matthew Miller, both Class of 1995.)

I gained additional insight into Colonel Dick's character when James Bell (my son) and Matthew Miller (my nephew) became Knobs. Arming myself with all the nerve I could muster, I called Colonel Dick and asked if James and Matt might be allowed a short leave to attend Mitchell High's Career Fair to recruit for the Citadel. Colonel Dick replied that he would get back to me concerning the matter. The next day Colonel Dick called to tell me that while it was unusual for a Knob leave to be granted at this stage of the Citadel experience, the leave had been approved. He added that the Citadel could use more cadets from western North Carolina. The boys represented the Citadel admirably at the Career Fair and my sister and I did an outstanding job of fixing the boys' favorite foods and encouraging them to catch up on much-needed sleep. Colonel Dick and I never talked openly about the "recruiting incident"; however, almost every time I saw him afterwards, he said with a twinkle in his eye, How's the recruiting going at Mitchell High?"
I always replied, "Great. We love the Citadel."

Colonel Harvey Dick was a leader of leaders, a role model for those persons attempting to be role models. He was larger than life and his positive influence will continue to live on in others.
Joann Taylor (widow of Francis Taylor 55) (Sunday, Feb 05, 2012 (16:06:44))
My sincerest sympathy and prayers to the family. My husband had spoken highly of Col. Dick.
Sheila Marie (Riley) Warren (Sunday, Feb 05, 2012 (7:09:58))
I am a graduate of the College of Charleston (84) and had three of my four brothers (Mike Riley, Pat Riley and Terry Riley) attend the Citadel. I got to know Col Dick from the Marine MOI (Major McHenry "ROJAM"). I just loved Col Dick and I am saddened to hear of his passing. He was a great man and was deeply loved by many. God Bless you Col Dick. I know you will continue to watch over us all.
Jan Roseman (Saturday, Feb 04, 2012 (23:14:09))
My husband and I first met LTC Dick in the early 1990's. He and Margie hosted many cadets that we recruited from Houston and other cities in Texas. The Colonel and I spoke by phone frequently and became good friends. The Dick residence on Grove Street was always our first stop when we would visit Charleston. We went to visit Harvey in mid-December 2011, just a few days before he entered Roper Hospital. We are so thankful that we had the opportunity to visit him before his departure to eternal life with the Lord that he loved so much. It will never be quite the same going to Charleston. Our hearts go out to Margie and the entire Dick family.
Bob Roseman/\'65 (Saturday, Feb 04, 2012 (23:01:20))
I was not fortunate enough to be one of Harvey's Delberts. I was at The Citadel too early. But, in time, I came to know the Colonel as a friend, and that was a blessing. He took recruits that I sent him from Texas, and made them his. He gave them comfort and taught them values. That's what the Colonel did. He gave his love to his alma mater and to those that accepted it as theirs. The Colonel loved The Citadel more than anyone I have ever known. For that I loved him and will miss him.

Bob Roseman '65, D Co
Marv Gordner 88 (Friday, Feb 03, 2012 (21:52:57))
I had plenty of dealings with COL Dick and they were all good. He was a hero; a fine Christian man; and what a character! His bark was definitely worse than his bite.
I chuckle just thinking about him.
He will be missed down here but he's gone on to his reward up there.
Sheila Marie (Riley) Warren (Friday, Feb 03, 2012 (21:29:47))
I was not a Citadel cadet...but three of my four brothers were cadets at the Citadel. Mike Riley, Pat Riley and Terry Riley. As a student at the College of Charelston, I remember the stories my brothers and their fellow cadets would tell about Col Dick. I imagined this rough, tough, mean old man. I remember the first time I had the pleasure of meeting Col Dick. I was meeting with the Marine MOI Major McHenry (yes, I had also heard all the stories about ROJAM). Major McHenry introduced me to Col Dick and I remember the laugh the two of them had about "the car wax"....Bless your heart Col Dick, I know you are up in Heaven right now laughing about that "car wax". To me, Col Dick was nothing but kind, loving, caring, a father figure, gracious and hilarious. I have the fondest of memories of him and I know he is looking down on all of his lambs. Rest in Peace Col Dick.
Tim French \'82 (Friday, Feb 03, 2012 (9:44:40))
Going back to Charleston and visiting The Citadel won’t be the same. Our condolences go out to Miss Margie and the Dick family. What I appreciated most about LTC Dick was that he always had time to stop, say hello and ask how I was doing. He will truly be missed.
Jason Watkins - Oscar \'96 (Thursday, Feb 02, 2012 (17:31:58))
My ERW for AWOL over 4 hours in April 1994 after Dog Day:
"I awoke Sunday morning with the Dog Day Blues,
I guess I had my share of wine, whiskey, and booze.
It took me quite a while to try and catch a clue,
That the walls that surrounded me were not Citadel blue.
I did not recognize this room and I began to wonder,
Why there was a woman laying next to me in slumber.
And I couldn't help but ask myself why all I saw was red,
It was the color of her panties that I wore upon my head.
So now I sit here drowning in a sea of wasted thought,
Of ways in which I'll pull this stunt next time and not get caught."

Unfortunately this was the year after Col. Dick retired. I got 60 tours for the AWOL and a bonus 30 tours for Gross Poor Judgement. But as a consolation, Col. Dick called me and said that he would have not only let me off scott-free, he would have given me an overnight pass. But I learned a lot about life marching those tours and wouldn't have done anything differently. I love that man and am proud to have been one of his Delberts. Cheers,
Steve D. Peper, Class of \'78 (Thursday, Feb 02, 2012 (16:50:18))
Col Dick arrived on campus during the summer of my Senior year. What a character-truly larger than life. I will never forget a man who was so firm but so fair. I later served with him as a member of the Board of Visitors. I can tell you...he was the same man in the Board Room as he was in the barracks. Constant and true to his principles, I will never forget the effect he had on me. I will miss him and think of him always. May God Bless! Semper Fi!
Gene Havlisch (Thursday, Feb 02, 2012 (14:27:57))
I had the honor of serving under Colonel Dick in Pleiku, Vietnam, Second Regional Assistance Group (SRAG), G4, late 1971 through early 1972. I was an E5 in my early twenties and my duties included being the colonel's driver, courier and chief
paper pusher in the office of the G4. One day I was gone from the office pulling head count in the mess hall. Colonel Dick was madder than a hornet and from that day on I was ED (exempt from duty). No head count or guard duty for the rest of my tour was outstanding. My last day in Vietnam was suppose to be February 1, but I told Colonel Dick I would stay six more months with R&R to Bankok in the deal. As it turned out I never got to Bankok because President Nixon came out with his Early Phase Down Release Progam early March. This meant my military service was over. Colonel Dick gave me his blessing and said if I ever needed anything give him a call. I left Vietnam Mid March and later heard that all hell broke loose end of March with the Easter NVA Offensive in the Central Highlands. Life was good after and I never needed
to take the Colonel up on his offer. The other day, January 29th, I googled Harvey M. Dick and found his obituary notice. Not sure why I decided on that day to do this but I think Colonel Dick wanted to let me know his offer to me had been
rescinded. Rest in peace Colonel you will be sorrowfully missed by everyone that knew you.
LTC Erik Kramer, \'90 (Thursday, Feb 02, 2012 (11:52:59))
I remember those ass chewing phone calls I seemed to always get from Colonel Dick right before midday meals. He always seemed to know what was going on in my company, many times before I did! He had the best intelligence network of anybody I have ever seen.

He had the ability to tear you down and in the same conversation build you back up; all the while using humor! I never walked away from a conversation with the man without having learned something. Even when I returned to The Citadel as an ROTC instructor, he taught me valuable lessons.

In my military career, I have tried to emulate the way he would correct without throwing the book at you. Colonel Dick was larger than life and will be sorely missed.
Brig Gen Casey Blake\\\\\'84\\\\Delta and Charlie (Thursday, Feb 02, 2012 (7:26:56))
COL Dick had a unique capacity for understanding people and knew that every cadet entering The Citadel gates had a story on who they were. He made every attempt to find out your story and find common ground. In doing so, he endeared himself to so many. He was tremendously involved at every level of The Citadel ... truly loved the institution and what it stood for. My brother Bill ('88) told me that everytime he saw COL Dick as a cadet, he would ask about me and COL Dick always made it a point to ask me about Bill when I would see him at a reunion ... he had an amazing memory and would recite your story back to you along with many other unique circumstances that allowed him to get to know you "up close and personal"!

He has influenced so many in such a positive, meaningful way that his legacy in large measure continues in the lives he helped shape. He was firmly grounded in The Citadel core values as he lived by them!

Deputy Commander and Senior Contracting Official- Afghanistan
CENTCOM Joint Theater Support Contracting Command
LtCol Patrick Houlahan C\'92 (Thursday, Feb 02, 2012 (1:35:06))
Oh God.....Where do I start???? I once talked to a friend of mine who was walking tours for going AWOL. He said he simply wrote on the White Slip, "Sir, she was beautiful." Col Dick's response, "Beauty is only skin deep, but tours are forever." This cadet was blessed with 80.

His car. God I loved his station wagon. You wouldn't know it but it drives pretty well and looks fabulous parked on the parade deck or inside the Battalions. Funny thing…..About 4 years ago I saw it parked behind Bond Hall. Like someone with an addiction, I was drawn toward the front seat....but was locked. Guess he got tired of us moving it to undisclosed locations. I did leave him a note on my business card….a card I would have never had without his early guidance.

The one memory that stands out was Halloween in '91. After taking all the candy we could get from the knobs, we headed to Co Dicks house...a small walk from 1st Battalion. About 30 of us from each company in 1st Battalion were there. He opens the door wearing a white T-shirt and white boxers to a small riot looking for candy. With a beaming smile, he thanked us for coming by and then told us that technically we were all in violation of being outside the barracks in unauthorized uniforms.

Col Dick was a man that in one way or another shaped us all. We learned through his example what duty meant and he gave clarity to Robert E Lee's quote. He was larger than life, but the lessons he bestowed upon us will hold true through the test of time.

Thank you Col Dick. Your guidance has allowed so many of us to be successful. I only hope that the way we now live are lives, will in some way pay tribute and honor the man you were.

Semper Fi,

Patrick Houlahan
Luis Hasbun-Flamenco, 1984 Oscar co. (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (21:35:11))
My condolences to Col.Dick´s family. He taught us everything we know about "The Citadel" whole men concept. My roomate Mario Fajardo was one of his favorites and learned a lot from Col. Dick. Mario who walked more than 200 tours, learned his leadership skills from the Col. and "El CID". Mario gave his life for his country as a hero of the First Gulf War.

Thanks Col. Dick for your teachings which have contributed to shape tons of leaders.
Doug Brown, 1990 (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (18:12:31))
I don't have the colorful disciplinary stories of others, but obviously witnessed many.

My story is the personal, caring man we also came to know. As a young knob, I requested special leave over an SMI weekend. My father was being awarded a very prestigious Boy Scout leader award 1,600 miles away. It was to be a surprise. LTC Dick approved the request with something to the effect of: "Be with your Dad. I'm an old Scoutmaster, too." It was a very special memory for my Dad and me - one we will never forget. Twenty years later my Dad was able to surprise me when I received an award. My Dad said at that time: "Gotcha' back. Col Dick would be proud!"

Great lesson that leaders must take care of their people. Take care of your people, they will take care of the mission. Thanks, Colonel! Thanks Mrs. Dick for sharing your husband with all of us for all these years.

In service,
Luke Reed, Hotel \'95 (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (17:52:22))
To me, LTC Dick was one of those rare, larger than life figures that epitomizes both high ideals and the value of experiencing hardship with perseverance. I've met few men who were tougher and fewer whose compassion knew no bounds.

I have numerous stories and memories, but one of my first always stayed with me. Being a proud Cadre Corporal- I was caught being slightly overzealous with a group of Hotel knobs on the quad. Ignoring the strange silence that overcame the barracks (strange because silence and Cadre week normally never associated), I continued a very heartfelt and energetic monologue with this particular group of hard charging Hotel knobs. Suddenly I sensed a "tremor in the force" and glanced to my rear...lo and behold, there HE was not 3 feet from me! LTC Dick had successfully snuck up behind me! Without recounting his very profane, but appropriate wording, he loudly told me "....if you don't mind Mr. Reed, I'd like to see you in my office at your earliest convenience." Shaken and sweating, I reported as ordered. He asked me how I enjoyed my short 1 year stay at the Citadel...of course I told him something positive and he went on one of his famous tirades about how if I continued in my overzealous fashion that I could relay to my new classmates at a NC college about my short time at the Citadel. Among other things he told me in no uncertain terms, that there was a fine line between being hard and being stupid.

Like many times during my 4 years, LTC Dick always seemed to know the right way to impart both wisdom and kindness in a way that left no doubt about where we stood!

Of all the stories of my time at the Citadel, the most poignant are those that involve this great man. I am happy that my wife had the opportunity to meet a man that meant so much to me and to the rest of the Citadel family.

A special prayer to the Dick family. God bless you LTC Dick! Your service to our Country and to the Citadel was never-ending...for you, Duty was the sublimest word in the English language! A man amongst men- you'll not be forgotten!
Steve Ramos\\\'89 (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (15:34:07))
It was a hot summer day in Dallas, Texas when the phone rang at my parent's house in 1988. I answered the phone and immediately recognized the Voice. I stood a little straighter, and listened intently as that voice quickly transported me to Jenkins Hall in my mind. Col Dick related that my services would not be needed for cadre and that my company was to be given to someone else due to a transgression of mine. He then asked about OCS and how it went along with asking how my summer was going in general. I related pretty good up to this point. He wished me the best and told me to enjoy the rest of the summer with my girlfriend and that the quad would be waiting for me along with my M-14, and he also related it was not the end of the world. In less than 45 seconds I learned an invaluable lesson of responsibility and along with how to administer justice. These lesson I still carry with me today. He also taught me about compassion. I was in the Big Brother program and the young boy's family to whom I was assigned was destitute. Not knowing where to turn, I went to see Col Dick. He made several phone calls on the family's behalf trying to stave off the creditors. He didn't have to do so, he just did it because it was the right thing to do.

God Bless his family.

Semper Fidelis,

Col. Steven T. Ramos, USMC '89
Chaplain Ruston Hill, US Army, Class of 1990 (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (15:27:31))
Another old soldier passes away and all we have now are the memories. I was terrified of COL Dick as a knob and grew to love and respect him as I graduated. My Citadel memories are marked with his voice yelling "Delbert dumb ass!" What struck me is that he knew me by name even though I never was on the wrong side of his desk. I had the chance to visit with him in his home several times when stationed at Fort Jackson. I was able to introduce him to my kids as my second Father. He was the second father figure to thousands of Citadel men. He set the bar high. Don't know how we can ever fill those shoes or that enourmous garrison hat! Lord's blessings dear COL to you and your family. We are all Citadel men because of you. You have left a serious vacuum in all our lives. The Boo? Who's the Boo? The Boo's got nothing on COL Harvey Dick!
Kurt Walters 95 (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (11:22:38))
My roommate spent the evening walking tours. On my way back to campus with 10 minutes to spare, I called to see if he wanted anything to eat. I paid for my order at the McDonalds drive thru, unfortunately they had just put a new batch fries in the fryer. I was faced with a decision…1) forget the fries, be on time but let my roommate go to sleep hungry or 2) wait and bring him a hot, fresh order. Needless to say, I was busted for missing curfew and my roommate said they were the best fries he had ever eaten.

And that is exactly how my ERW read. Col Dick responded with, way to look out for your roommate and now you can spend next weekend together. 30 cons.
Joe Beck \'90 (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (11:14:51))
Firm and fair Leadership, Following proper procedures, and Following the Lord are the thoughts that come to mind when thinking of Col. Dick.

I can remember that first meeting in Mark Clark as the Col. introduced us to the fourth class system...Don't be a well as the reminder at our Ring dinner that The Citadel Ring was a mark that we would represent for the rest of our lives.

The Citadel has lost an icon. We were blessed to have him as part of our Citadel experience.

Joe Beck, CPA
Charleston, South Carolina
John Singletary (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (11:13:46))
The Citadel’s Rock of Gibraltar, Col. Harvey Dick. A man of fairness and compassion who loved a good laugh. My last memory of talking with Col. Dick was in Jan of 2012. I sat in his home talking with he and Mrs. Dick. Before he retired to bed. My Brothers Larry, Sheldon and I would often see him on the Golf Course in times past and shares old stories. My first personal encounter with the Col. was my knob year. I requested a pass to go to my Grandmother’s funeral and was rejected. The next morning I put on my Citadel sweats and bolted through the front gate like a Jack rabbit, down Moultrie St., took the left on Rutledge, over to Meeting St. and before I realized it I was in North Charleston, back on Murry Hill were I grew up. I attended the funeral services and upon my return I had the pleasure of ironing things out with Col. Dick. I felt with certainty he would understand it was for a good cause. While in the process of awarding me my 120 tours he gently explained to me he had to do it for a good cause, he had to be fair and next time come see him first. He ask was my family doing well I replied “Sir Yes Sir” and I left scratching my head and thing how! In! the! Hell! did I just become friends with a man who gave me 120 tours to pound the pavement. The friendship has lasted a lifetime. And so to my friends I never say goodbye, but goodnight “My Friend” I will see you in the morning. Rest Well Col. Dick.
Billy Downer, Hotel Class of 1993 (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (11:01:38))
Like many of us, I remember Col Dick for the times when he disciplined us. Delbert, dumb *ss, and other popular quotes come to mind. As a member of his beloved Chapel Color Guard, I too enjoyed time inside the Dick home with the Col. and Ms. Margie. After graduating, I continued to be welcomed into his home with my wife and children. Though years passed, when he saw me, he always called me by my first name and asked, “How are you doing son?” He also never forgot to ask about my wife and reminded me of how I had sure fooled her. It always felt good to have him call you “son.” It was like having a second father. You knew that he cared for you when you heard that.
I echo those before by saying that Col Dick was the embodiment of the Citadel Man. Thank you for all of the memories Colonel. Ms. Margie, our prayers are with you and your family. Heaven will be a better place with him home again.

Billy Downer
SCDNR Law Enforcement
Sumter, SC
Bert Gierhart 95 (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (10:42:38))
I am forever thankful for the honor of having known such a great man. I think of the Citadel often and when I think of the Citadel, I always think of Col Dick. It could be all the time I spent standing at attention in his office. Or the over 200 tours I walked for him during my tenure. I am grateful for every one of those tours (well I would've gotten the message with a hundred or so less), for I had an extreme case of Delbert Dumbassedness. But I have never known a more tough, fair, and kind person in my life. Thank You Col. Dick, God Bless Your Soul, and Rest In Peace, Sir!

L. Bert Gierhart (Class of 95)
Charleston, SC
Amanda M. Orson | 2003 (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (10:16:37))
Most of alumni know “The Colonel” as their Assistant Commandant or member of the Board of Visitors. During my tenure as a cadet, however, he was the patriarch of a host family for out-of-state cadets, mostly from Texas. Occasionally they brought out-of-state classmates along and that’s where I came to know the man.
During a malleable period of life the Colonel was a much-needed stalwart. He and Mrs. Dick did more than provide us a place to do our laundry in a real washer and dryer that didn’t shade our whites with the grey-yellow industrial pallor of campus laundry… take a nap in peace off-campus on the weekends… or gather for a big Sunday dinner with another 8 or so cadets from all four battalions.
They were family when we were far from our own.
He’d get after us when we screwed up – as a battalion commander during a football game I once missed the salute by a second because I couldn’t see the cheerleader’s signal- apparently some alumni took issue with this- and he made sure I read through every one of the alumni listserv complaints. (Last time I ever did that, incidentally.)

He growled about our covers having too much heel and sole, our hat brass being “defaced” or shoes not being shined up when we came over. He told me my shako plume looked like a chicken had been electrocuted and dipped in tar.

He was quick with “Delbert” but equally quick to ask how our grades were, how our plans were shaping up, and if we had gone to church that Sunday.
He never lacked for an opinion… or missed an (unsolicited) opportunity to share it.
His big boat of a car didn’t mention he was “Army Retired” or a WW2 or Vietnam veteran– but it did have a single blue bumper sticker in support of single-gendered education. He would often tell me, “Amanda, I didn’t want you here, but they told me that’s how it was going to be and so long as you’re here… I’m going to love y’all.”
And he did. At least a half dozen female cadets, including Petra and several members of 01 and 04 were host cadets at his house during my time.

The Colonel was the one to drive me to the airport after graduation. As I haven’t returned to Charleston since, it would be the last time I saw him. I bet he’d have a good laugh if he knew when I learned of his passing the first thought that came to mind was, “Oh crap, if he can see me now he’d rack my butt for how messy this office is.”
He was a lion of a man and bull-headed as they come. We didn’t agree on everything… or even most things… but I never questioned where he stood or how he felt about us.
His love for cadets, alumni and The Citadel was abiding, perennial, and went as deep and wide as any ocean.
As he was wont of saying, “God love you” Colonel Dick. Thank you. For everything.
Jim Grice / \'88 (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (9:33:43))

RIP. You taught all that would learn not to be a Delbert. You will truely be missed at The Citadel and by all that you have touched through the years. Our blessings and prayers are with your at this time.
Russ Moon (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (7:50:18))
Too many to mention but a few select nuggests.
Sophmore year I get called into Col. Dick's office and he says "Son it looks like you been fighting the system here for about 1.5 years and so far it doesn't look like the system has gotten tired yet." I asked him if he would wipe the slate clean if I got myself more in line with the "system", he said yes and he would help me. He did.

Senior Year - Col. Dick came down to 1st Battalion and reminded me to march off the parade deck behind 3rd battalion...we had been doing this all year. He then reminded me of this over and over ...finally I said "If you don't stop riding me I'm going to march the battalion right down the street in front of the barracks." His reply was "Mr. Moon, I'll nail you to the cross, you smart*ss...don't march down that road." My reply was "Watch us". We did and I could hear him coming through the crowd to find me, my hind-parts lost about 10 pounds during that one sided exchange, later we still laughed about it.
Robert Scruggs (Wednesday, Feb 01, 2012 (0:20:02))
I think of Col. Dick often as he was one of the first people I saw at the Citadel on that hot, humid, muggy day in August when I first reported to Alpha company in 1991.I could not stop thinking that he was the real life "Boo" from Pat Conroy's book. I grew to respect and admire him especially with all the lame excuses that I had the opportunity to present him over my 4 years there and yes I did walk all 120 tours Col. Dick assigned!

It meant more to me than he will ever know when he accepted my invitation to attend my wedding at Summeral Chapel in July 2005 and quickly told my wife that she could do better and that I had married up.

He will be missed and I will think of him often as I already do.

I only hope that I can be 1/2 the man and leader he was!

COL Dick - you are greatly missed, Sir.

Just another Delbert.

Robert W. Scruggs II , Class 1995 (Atlanta, GA)
Green (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (21:30:37))
COL Dick will truly be missed. My blessing goes out to his family.
Hector Cortes (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (21:10:27))
Your hearth was a house of open doors COL,you will live forever in our hearts,thanks for the memories dear friend.
John G. & Emily B. Williams Class of \'81 (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (20:48:59))
To the Family of Col. Dick it is with heavy heart we mark his passing. Our thoughts and prayers are with you. As you are aware he molded the development of many of the Citadel Men from father to son and daughter to grandson and granddaughter, teaching life’s lessons to become the foundation of their character. He will be sorely missed. To my fellow classmates we mark the passing of a Citadel Man: Col. Harvey Dick, The Citadel's former assistant commandant for discipline and a former member of the school's Board of Visitors. Each of us have memories of him; some good, some not so good but in each those memories he impacted all of our lives and shaped our character and taught lesson of Life. I for one will raise my glass and drain it dry at Echo Taps. It has been said "old soldiers never die; they just fade away." Let us each keep him in our memories and pass along our stories of him to our children and our children’s children so that our old soldier does not fade away.
BILL PEEK \'86 (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (17:18:02))
John Gastright/\'87 (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (16:49:10))
I knew of Colonel Dick before my parents ever drove me through that front gate for the first time. As a knob, it was not an enviable position. Come to think of it, it was not on the surface especially beneficial for any of my four years! Throughout those years, he would dispense his wisdom to me as only he could. Whether it was "Son! That's Quibbling!", "Gastright! Walk like you have a purpose!" or any of the many other memorable directives, the message was strait to the point and clear as a bell. Since I walked back out of those gates in 1987, I have delivered those very same lines or recollected the advice just when I needed direction on countless occations. As so many others have suggested, those interactions and that advice was more than worth the price of admission and in reflection priceless. Somewhere out there today, someone isn't quibbling, and their superiors and/or subordinates recognize them as exceptional because of their willingness to accept immediate accountability! And you can bet with certainty, that John Gastright walks with purpose! Thanks Colonel!
Chris Stadler (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (16:31:35))
Col. Dick and Mrs. Dick opened the doors of their home to me over spring break my junior year as I had stayed to play baseball. They were both such wonderful people to me during those days and I will miss him very much.

Chris Stadler
Class of '85
John Painter \'89 (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (16:20:15))
I could share several stories but I want to comment on Col Dick's Christian Faith. I am a chaplain at the VA Medical Center in Charleston, where Col Dick would often visit for outpatient appointments. At each visit, he would stop by the office and talk. He would ask about my family, tell embarrasing stories about my days at The Citadel to my fellow chaplains, and would always ask for prayer. As he was leaving, he would remind me to stay out of trouble and to keep up the good work -- even 23 years after I left the Citadel, I felt the same as when I was a cadet -- cared for, mentored and appreciated. God Bless your family, Sir. We will miss you.
Major John Dunmyer, III U.S. Army (Ret.) (ABN) (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (16:09:58))
Dear Col. Dicks Family.

Col. Dick was my friend and mentor. He loved the students and Cadets from Burke High School JROTC and gave them his best. He will be truly missed !!! John 3:16
Chris Schrimsher\\\'90 Hotel (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (15:55:08))
It is with deep regret and heavy heart that I will not be able to join my Class of 1990 brothers in saluting Col Dick and celebrating his life. Col Dick is everything The Citadel tried to teach us. Without him our Citadel experience would not have been the same. Please pass our condolences on to his family for those members of our class who are unable to attend the service. Our thoughts and prayers are with you during this difficult time.
Paul E. Rollins, Jr. /85 (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (14:41:05))
Col. Dick was one hell of a man whom everyone respected and a lot of times feared. But never the less, he was the man in the classes before, during my class(1985), and beyond that helped make us the men we are today. I will never forget the trips to his office not knowing the outcome of my punishment. But I always left there a different and hopefully a better person, especially after the TOURS!!! He came to all of our reunions and we were lucky and blessed to have him at our 25th. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family. We will truly miss him!! God Bless, Paul Rollins Jr. Class of 85.
Shamus Gillen, \'96 (B) (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (14:22:50))
Reading these many excerpts from the Citadel legacy known as COL Dick conjures both howls of laughter and pangs of sadness with his passing.

An early vivid memory was seeing his silhouetted shape in front of the roaring flames of the Arkansas football pep-rally bonfire. He hushed the Corps with a flick of the hand and methodically produced a can of Razorback beer. The cannon was primed! A few choice words later and the Corps erupted in a napalm frenzy! We upset those ranked Razorbacks in their back yard that weekend!

As most mentioned with eloquent detail, COL Dick's love for the Cadets was indomitable. Feared, but fair. Hilarious, but sage and fatherly.

One final note is my crystal clear memory of his many blessings in Coward Hall. That unmistakable voice that could belt fire would quiet to a placid tone you might expect when praying alone in a room. He would give humble thanks for the blessings (big and small) we all collectively shared, despite our cadet hardships. His words I've copied in my own home. His lessons I've tried to live by in my own life.

COL Dick - you are greatly missed, Sir.

Just another Delbert.
John N. Myles, \'84 (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (14:14:19))
Parents Weekend, 1980. My mother, Mama Myles, was visiting for the first time. She was talking to Col Dick and said "I've been trying to get that boy to stand up strait for 18 years...and y'all did it in two months"...without skipping a beat, Col Dick looked at her and smiled that smile and said "Ma'am we don't love him". That made her laugh so hard and she was never worried about me again. Over the next twenty five years, when I would see him at a reunion mixer, he would ask about her and mention that story...he never forgot anything nor anyone. The last time I saw him, he again asked "hows your mama?"...but this time I had to tell him that mama had passed; he put his hand on my shoulder and, in a way only Col Dick could, said "I am so sorry son, she was a wonderful lady" not just kind words, but heartfelt words. Even at 47, hearing him say "son" made me feel good...God Bless you Col Dick.

Johnny Myles, 84
Satellite Systems Engineer Sr Staff, Lockheed Martin Corp.
LTC Todd Shattuck (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (12:14:44))
My story is short but sweet. While I did not have the infamous pleasure of frequent disciplinary interactions which so many did, my story was one of Harvey Dick planting a seed as a long term investment. Many people do not understand that to resign from the Corps, you had to ask permission. During my time I went to LTC Dick. In December 1985, I was a young sophomore who had lost his way, and right before I was asked to leave for academic short comings I decided I needed a break. So there I was standing at a rigid position of attention explaining the situation and asking permission. Picture him sitting behind his desk is that characteristic way of his saying to me, “Son, you’ll be back, you’ll be back”.
I graduated in 1990; while not with my original class of 88, I did return and finish. We now refer to that short period away from El Cid as my sabbatical. Upon returning, I did see him again and simply asked him, “how’d did you know I’d come back?” He just smiled at me like he’d arranged the whole thing. Whether it was his commitment or our beloved school, it doesn’t matter as for me and my Citadel experience; Harvey Dick and The Citadel are one and the same inseparable.
Thank you Harvey Dick for the guard rails you put up along the road as we learned to stay on it.
LTC B. Todd Shattuck
US ARMY, 3d Infantry Division
Jessie J. Ma Oscar \'95 (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (11:37:44))
Dear COL Dick,

I can still remember that pitch high voice of yours loud in the quad; "Son! you'll need to clean up this mess......"

You has arranged excellent sponsoring program for those cadets who had traveled far away from home. Thus we always been nice took cared even when everybody went home for holidays.

The Citadel life is always playing important part in mine. Classmates, teachers, city of Charleston,Jenk ins Hall....and you, Sir.

RIP; Please keep embrace us and our great Alma mater from above just like you always have done on campus.

On behalf of all the Citadel men and women in Taiwan, we thank you!

LTC Jessie J. Ma, ROCA
Assistant Military Attache
Defense Mission, TECRO
Washington DC
Col Matt Chandler, Ret Class of 1980 (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (10:50:02))
Colonel Dick meant so much to so many. The thousands of cadets who had a relationship with him and the many soldiers who served wth him were inspired and influenced by his leadership, integrity, discipline and charming personality. I am one of the lucky ones to have known Colonel Dick as a cadet and on active duty as a TAC Officer at The Citadel. By knowing Colonel Dick I became a better person, both professionally, personally and sprirtually. He was the father figure I never had. As a TAC officer I patterned my leadership, teaching, discipline and genuine, although tough, care of the cadets after Colonel Dick. He was one of the most genuine people I have ever met. He was also as fine a Christian as I have ever known. As Episcopalians, my first wife Judy loved talking to him about the Church and had a special place in her heart for him. Now that they are in Heaven together they can continue that discussion. I was so glad that my wife Lynn got to know him as well and she too has a special place in her heart for him. What a personality! When you were in his presence he knew you and he made you feel like you were the most important person in his life at that moment. Col Dick epitomized all what The Citadel stands for. He was a true Citadel man through and through. Colonel Dick WAS The Citadel and he will be missed.

God bless Margie and all the family and love to all. Matt and Lynn Chandler
Martha and Bill Bloss (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (10:31:41))
We were deeply saddened to learn that Harvey Dick passed away. I served on The Citadel’s faculty for a number of years before leaving to take an administrator’s position at another institution. My wife Martha was actively involved in The Citadel Women’s Club. It is through that association that we first grew to know Harvey and Margie Dick. We were instantly impressed by the depth of loyalty and passion that members of the Citadel community had for the College but we never completely understood it until we watched Harvey Dick live each of its ideals―God, country, honor, and duty each and every day of his life. Harvey, a military officer and Southern gentleman, commanded respect because of his towering stature and demeanor. But there was much more, for Harvey Dick was a gentle, considerate, and devout man whose Christian principles led him to genuinely care about others. He manifested his concern by helping people grow in their commitment to core values and faith. Harvey worked tirelessly on behalf of The Citadel, yet more than anything, he cared about the cadets, employees, and alumni many of whom he personally reared, mentored, and advised alongside of his own family. It is a blessing to have known Harvey Dick and we celebrate his life knowing that he is in the company of angels. This unpretentious man left a giant footprint and we will miss our friend. Our thoughts and prayers are with the Dick family. We pray that God’s peace and grace will be with them during these times.

Dr. and Mrs. William P. Bloss
Greenville, NC
Sedrick Brown\\\'82\\Bravo (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (10:07:57))
Good ol' Col. Dick is what I call him. What a great man he was. One thing about Col. Dick I always respected was the fact that he was firm, but fair. If he gave you punishment, you truly earned it. Being an African American attending The Citadel in the late '70s was tough, but we felt that Col. Dick loved and cared for us all. And when we speak of our days at El Cid, 99.999% of the time his name comes up in a very positive light. I can say that I loved him, and appreciated him for his leadership and his style. May he rest in peace. (He's probably already given somebody 30-T's, and 20-D's)just to let them know that he's arrived!:-)
Brock Adams\\85\\Alpha Co.\\Chapin SC (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (9:56:54))
In my junior year I was busted for being in civilian clothes on campus. Of course, I went before Colonel Dick with my written excuse and my personal legal research as my crime was civilian clothes off campus. I clearly pointed out that the tours and cons were too much for the crime. Technically and according to Cadet Blue Book, I should have been punished for civilian clothes off campus. I believed that I had written the best essay of my cadet career clearly stating my
side. Therefore, my sentence should have been reduced. Colonel Dick gave me double cons and tours along with his personal artwork of bull horns on my excuse.

Fast forward to 1988. I was visiting back home in Tampa,Fl. introducing my future wife to my family over Christmas and New Years. I was stopped by the police New Years Eve for expired tags as I was in the process of moving to another state.
However, I was arrested on the spot and taken to the bull pen for a night in the Hillsborough County Jail. (Bail was $25.00) No, I had not been drinking. There was a bench warrant for my arrest from 1983 for an unpaid traffic ticket
in Tampa. (Later I discovered this occurred due to my brother's antics.) After a long night in jail and consulting an attorney, I decided to contact Colonel Dick as the original ticket had been issued on a Monday morning while I was
attending The Citadel. He called me back and said I was in luck. Not only did he have record of my attendance on that day, but he also had sign-in records of tours and cons that I had served that week for civilian clothes. He said,
"Cadets never know how much they will appreciate my discipline until long after they graduate." He sent the information which included my original written excuse with the bull horns drawn on it. Of course the charges were dropped
without the use of an attorney which saved me a lot of money.

I always enjoyed running into Colonel Dick and Mrs. Margie at Granny's Chicken Palace in Waynesville, N.C. when Citadel played Western Carolina. He always remembered me and how he saved me from having a record.

I also will be forever grateful to him and Mrs. Margie for having me in their home for Bible study and fellowship while I was a cadet. May God continue to bless and encourage you and your family. Colonel Dick's legacy will continue to
live on in the lives of every cadet.
David Astaphan (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (9:42:52))
I met Col. Dick while taking care of him during his last months at Roper and he was one of the warmest, kindest people I've ever met.
He knew how hard I was working to get into PA school and after weeks of not seeing him - towards the end, when he was so sick - the first thing he did was ask if I got in. He was so genuinely happy I had, and I'm so grateful I had the privilege of getting to know him.

He was an amazing person and we're all lucky for having him in our lives. My thoughts and prayers go out to him, his wife and family.

God bless you Col. Dick
Greg Fadel / \'92 (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (9:17:15))
Every time I saw Col. Dick on campus he would just look at me and start shaking his head as if to say "why are you at this school??".

He had that amazing balance of being an unwavering disciplinarian yet kind as well. My fondest memory was when I received 40 tours for calling my Co. Commander an Asshole in front of the entire battalion. In my ERW I explained that I was simply exercising my freedom of speech. His response was priceless - "my country tis of thee, your ass belongs to me!"

I can truly say that I am honored and fortunate to have known him. Col. Dick made a big impct on my life and helped make my 4 years at The Citadel amongst the fondest of my life. He cannot be replaced. I will miss him greatly.
Chuck Rimsky \'90 (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (9:14:39))
Like everyone else, Colonel Dick has left his indelible imprint on me in many ways. However, the memory that stands out to me was as Ring and Invitations Chairman in my senior year, Hurricane Hugo just blew through town. Charleston and our campus were devastated. Parents (ring) weekend was only supposed to be a couple of weeks away but the administration decided to postpone the event. I was extremely upset with the decision for a variety of reasons. It was an event that I had a part in planning and was ready to put behind me. I wanted to receive my ring. And, people that lived outside of driving distance (including my family) had made their plans for the original weekend. I was anticipating many families having difficulty making new plans on such short notice.

After taking aim at the decision makers with a sharp tongue, I found myself in front of Colonel Dick’s desk receiving a lesson on how to properly report to an officer. This took me by surprise. My previous meetings with him were friendlier and less formal. After giving me a proper dressing down, he put me at ease and invited me to pull up a chair behind his desk. He pulled his annuals off the shelf and thumbed through them with me. I remember him commenting on the live oaks that surrounded the parade deck. Many of them were young trees when he was a cadet. He talked about the oaks like they were old friends. He shared a few other personal stories about “his campus” that day. It was a tender moment and a day I will never forget.
Greg McWherter, \'90 (Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 (9:10:53))
You never know which events or individuals will shape your life. For me, a small military school in South Carolina, several dozen of the most trusted classmates a person could ask for, and, most importantly, one very special man made all the difference in the world!

Col Dick taught me humility, compassion, responsibility for my actions, respect for others, and even humor in the face of adversity. The lessons were not always easy, but there was ALWAYS a purpose behind what he said and did -- to make us better, to make us Citadel Men. I cannot imagine going through the Citadel experience without his guiding hand and am eternally grateful for everything my classmates and I learned from this amazing mentor. Col Dick was truly a gift and will be missed!

CAPT Greg McWherter, '90
Commanding Officer/Flight Leader
U.S. Navy Blue Angels
Dwight Larkins, Sr. | Class of 1987 Lawrenceville, Georgia (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (14:59:57))
Colonel Dick encouraged me when I was heartbroken, and corrected me when I messed up.
I will never forget the time that I received a call from Col. Dick telling me to report to his office about a matter the following morning. I don't think I slept a wink the night before that meeting. He was a great man and he will be missed!
Kevin Adams \'85 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (14:47:16))
** Copy of email to Colonel Dick on 17 September 2011

Colonel Dick,
Hi and I hope you are doing well. I just wanted to share something with you. It has been 30 years since I matriculated as a knob. I still think about you or tell someone about you or something I learned from you on a weekly basis. I have been going through some tough times in my marriage as well as in life lately. Last week I was in with a counselor and we were talking about communication and delivery styles of the message to be conveyed, and how the way the message is received affects us emotionally. All of a sudden in my mind I was in your office waiting for punishment. I have shared this story many times over the past 26 years.
I remember coming to your office knowing that I was about to give up my freedom and wondering how long it was going to be. I knew I was guilty, knew I had to pay the price, but certainly did not want to. Walking in with fear and dread and knowing before I left I would hear you say, 'Kevin I don't even want to hear your BS."
The message I make is clear. You have a gift. One that has meant so much to me I have tried to replicate it in so many aspects of my life with work and family. I could walk in your office broken, distressed, ashamed, mad...whatever the emotion, and listen to you and take my punishment and walk out wanting to thank you for the 40 tours. I guess my point is I always knew that you had my best interest in your heart. What you were doing was for me. No matter what the punishment I always felt better leaving than going in. You had a way of taking a bad situation and someway making me feel better about myself, and making me a better person.
We all make mistakes and bad choices. I could see where many people in a position like yours could do their job and break down the self esteem and motivation of many. I just want to thank you for the memories and for using your gift to build me up in an otherwise desperate situation, and make me always aware that there is an art to delivering a message that is uplifting and motivational in any situation good or bad. I wish there were more people like you in this world. You never snatched the rug from under me without giving me somewhere soft to land. I would like to say I have mastered this. I have not, but I will never give up hope.
Greely R. (\"GUY\") Palmer, Jr.; \' 64 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (14:46:20))
I was long gone before Col Dick came back to The Citadel as Ast Commandant of Cadets. The Boo (Ltc Thomas N. Courvoisie) was my mentor. I learned of Col Dick and his love for the Corps in later years. Our good Lord surely sent him and Miss Margie to "Take Over" as the mentor he was. I later had talks with Col Dick concerning a Cadet who was interested in becoming a freemason. As a Past Senior Grand Deacon for the Grand Lodge of AFM of SC, I contacted Col Dick to discuss coaching,etc. for this cadet. I learned the Col had been coaching several masons, and was glad to add yet another. After that, we E-Mailed several times. We met again several times when he was on the BOV. My good friend, MG Art Baiden (who was then Chairman of the BOV)included my wife JUDY AND me on several Citadel activities. I became very fond of Col Dick over those years. He was a very good man, and his lovefor The Citadel will always be remembered. Thank you, Margie, for sharing this great man with all of us, Cadets and Alumni alike. We shall keep you in our Prayers.
Greely R. ("GUY") Palmer, Jr. "64, Lima.
Tom Churchill (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (14:42:41))
It was Hell Week summer of 1987 and my classmates and I were pushed like a herd of cows from one location on campus to another. It was a whirlwind adventure, with the goal of getting us to our destination as fast as possible – and then waiting at attention, reading our Guidon’s – hoping that whatever we just read would be the next thing asked by the cadre.
One of these destinations was Deas Hall. As we moved in, there were seats and we were rushed into them. Then LTC Dick came out and introduced himself. He was larger than life, with a booming voice that matched the swagger as he approached the middle of the stage. We were about to find out that while we were cadets, we were in his world. If you were to survive the next four years, it would be in large part because of him.
I wish I remembered the whole speech because it was one of the few times that week I laughed. He gave his background, letting us know in one swoop that he had not been a model cadet, had paid for his misdeeds and as such, we could expect not to be able to pull anything over him.
He promised us he would be “firm but fair” and I never had an interaction where he wasn’t. I’ve tried to lead the same way and as recently as last week mentioned it to my children.
Later he talked about how we would look back at our four years at The Citadel. As we grew older, our memories would fade. The bad times would slowly disappear and we would only remember the good times. He then told us we were about to sign a whole bunch of papers. We could read them if we wanted to – but the cadre would probably not appreciate it. In general, the papers said we understood that the punishment we could receive was against the Constitution but we agreed it would make us better men and asked to be part of it. The Citadel, he told us, was the only place he knew where boys paid to have their Constitutional rights taken away from them in the hopes of an education. It seemed funny at the time but it stayed with me for four years as I struggled to become a man knowing that what I was paying for was a unique education that few could make it through and I could use Col Dick as a role model of what I too could become.
Pointing over to some side tables, we were told to go and sign our life away. I watched as some of my classmates read the paperwork but when it was my turn, I just signed. With just the few minutes Col Dick had spoken to us, I knew he had my back and I could trust him.

I guess it is fitting that as I look back some 24 years later, my primary memories of Hell Week are of the good Colonel and him standing up there on the stage warning us Delberts that we would mess up – but he would be there to get us back on track.

May God Bless LTC Dick and his family!
Josiah Williams, Class of 1970 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (14:37:24))
I served on The Brigadier Foundation board with Harvey for many years and could not have asked for a more devoted member. If you could explain your position on a particular issue with common sense to him, he would always support you. He was also a huge supporter of the Broxton Bridge Sporting Clays Shoot which supported the Jerry Varn scholarship with The Brigadier Foundation. He was there every year for that event held in February. He will be sadly missed there this year but certainly not forgotten. One of the many things I will truly miss about Harvey are his beautiful prayers before many of our meals and other events. My thoughts and prayers are with him and his extended family.
Wally Ward \'86 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (14:29:25))
During SMI once Senior year me and my roomate, jay Mullis, saw Col. Dick over on third division in between November and tango company. Me and Jay lived on first division Romeo Company. While stading by our desks Jay would say Haaaarvy and I would yell DICK!!! we did it a few times thinking no way he would know who or where it was coming from. A few minutes later that old big bear was standing in our door. We were stunned to say the least. He came in as we popped to attention with grins on our faces. He then said Ward, where you from. I said I am a virginian Sur! He then said that Virginia has their own school like this why don't I transfer there and walk punishment tours up there. I said cause Lexington Virginia does not have a College of Charleston down the street. He grined and then said to mullis, where you from? Virginia too? Jay said No sir, Grenville SC. Col. Dick said to Jay why don't you just go to Clemson and save everyone the trouble of tranfering you there. He was and is a speacial guy. He just left and said he would call us once a day to make sure we were not in our racks after class. said we looked like the type. WOW, he nailed everything. I praise the Rotund Warrior
COL John M. Riley, \'87 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (14:26:49))
So many stories...every one a testament to a good man and a true leader.
My thanks and blessings to Mrs. Margie, who picked me up at the train station when I was a lost knob returning from Thanksgiving, as she did for so many thousands of us.
Your Harvey has touched at least three generations of Citadel leaders and instilled in all of us respect, honor, and a little of that sly sense of humor he tried so hard to hide.
For 24 years and counting, I have lived by some of the lessons he taught me as a cadet platoon sergeant and company everywhere, check on everything, and be One Step Ahead of that other SOB who is checking your stuff!
I used to go to class late when I knew he was coming to inspect Oscar company, usually Thursday mornings...I would check rooms and make corrections, then catch him at the stairs and escort him through the company. Shocked at first, he became used to it and would greet me with, "OK Riley, lets be quick so you can go on to class...". After ripping me for a few items here and there for good measure (but not writing up the rest of the Oscars), he would move on down the galleries with a snappy, "Thank you, go on now!" He taught me the importance of a leader's presence and taking responsibility for your unit.
May his entire family...including all of his beloved Citadel "children"...find comfort in knowing that COL Dick has eternal life in the memories each of us carry and will pass on for many more generations.
Robert Norton (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (13:31:28))
I had the pleasure of sitting with him a year ago at the Va Hospital waiting for lab work. We talked as if friends for life. He told me of his military career. I was called. When I returned I told the nurse to take care of this great man. She just laughed and said he always got special treatment. He had worked his magic on her.
Col Dick was a true Citadel Icon. My sympathy of the family which I have known for many years.
After reading all these comments, its a somber day, but we are all much better alumnus because of him.

Robert Norton/Class 73
Buddy Ryland (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:55:57))
I remember him as funny as hell and very forgiving- when I was a knob and got 120 nc/nw/no amnesty right before Christmas break- I was facing hell when i came back for the second semester- after only two months- I was surprised to know I was sent to work for Shorty-- and then a week after that, my tours miraculously disappeared. When I asked him about it he winked at me--he figured I learned my lesson and didn't need to spend the rest of my knob year confined to campus-- so much impact on so many people!
Tim McDaniel \'79 India Co. (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:49:28))
I was fortunate that I didn't have to engage Col. Dick in disciplinary matters (well, not too much, anyway). When I did, what always came through was the feeling that he knew and respected you, and that he was imparting lessons that would serve you later. I always made a point of seeking him out at Homecoming over the years, and had the good fortune to have a beer with him at a couple of golf outings. Godspeed, Colonel, as you report for your final duty assignment. Thank you for your service to our country and the Corps.
Julian \"Monk\" Carnes (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:44:46))
I first met Harvey in September 1951. He was my cadet 1st Sgt my Knob year. He was a big, tough, and slightly frightening presence for a skinny 17 year old from Miami. During the year, he became my ideal due to his integrity, toughness and fairness. I was his next door neighbor in the barracks and my roommate and I became his "gofers". In May of that year, my roomie and I found a crab in the marsh by the Yacht Club. We brought that crab back to barracks and thumbtacked it in a piece of webbing under his desk/table. In a couple of days, the stench became unbearable and unfindable. Finally, we had to go in and remove it so Harvey could live there again.
We served at the same time in the Army, attended Command and General Staff College together, commanded battalions in Germany at the same time and, after his retirement and becoming Ass't Commandant, he shepherded my son (class of '86) through The Citadel. Harvey was one of my oldest and dearest friends and I miss him already. RIP, Harvey, see you on the Other Side.
Stephen V Smith, \'84 India Co (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:42:56))
Duty is the sublimest word in the language. You can never do more than your duty. You should never wish to do less." General Robert E. Lee.
You served our Nation, beloved Citadel, and generations of men well. Rest well Brother

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted" Matthew 5-4

I will miss you.
Diedreich von Lehe (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:41:28))
One winter weeknight in early 1983, about 11:45 PM, I called the Third Battalion guard room where one of my friends and classmates, a senior private, was serving as officer of the guard. I heard him fumble with the phone as he tried to gain consciousness and croaked, "Third Battalion OG, Cadet Tumbleston, may I help you?"

With a fairly respectable impression of Lt. Col. Dick, and consistent with his habit of launching immediately into conversation without first identifying himself, I declared, "Steve, I know what you're up to, son, and I'm gonna nail you to the cross!"

Reeling, my buddy replied, "Colonel, I don't know what you're talking about!" I said, "The hell you don't! I see you letting those boys out the back gate." My friend protested, "Colonel, I swear I don't know anything about it!" I demanded, "Well, you better get your ass to that back sallyport and check that lock. Then, call me back in my quarters and let me know that it's secured!" With a panicked, "Yes, Sir!" my buddy slammed the receiver down.

The Third Battalion Commander, Bud Watts, was in on the prank and struggled to keep from laughing as he watched our friend throw the screen door open and sprint across the freezing quad wearing nothing but his skivvies. As ordered, he checked the security of the gate, returned to the guard room, and called Lt. Col. Dick.

In a stupor, the voice on the other end of the phone answered, "Lt. Col. Dick." The OG said, "Colonel, I checked that gate like you told me, and it was locked." Dick said, "Son, what in the hell are you talking about?" Confused, my friend said, "Sir, you just called and told me to check the lock on the back sallyport and to report back to you after I did." Instantly, Dick said, "Steve, it's just someone screwing with you, son. I didn't call you, but I know who did!"

Seconds later, my phone rang, and I answered to a barrage of expletives and threats about what would happen if I ever pulled a stunt like that again.

Years later, Lt. Col. Dick loved to recount the story. And that was one of the most endearing qualities of the man: his keen sense of humor. He loved it when cadets pulled pranks on him, and he delighted in good-natured hijinks. He meted out punishment with a laugh and there never was anything mean-spirited about him. He believed that it was more important to teach a lesson and to let a cadet move beyond his mistakes than it was to administer a Draconian punishment. Somehow, even the transgressors managed to smile as they left his office with a bag full of tours.

Perhaps this was the most valuable lesson we learned from Harvey Dick: the ability to find humor in virtually any situation helped make our existence as Citadel cadets tolerable and, later, the inevitable disappointments of life survivable.

Harvey Dick was a great American, a living legend, and a gentleman of the highest order. He had a great affection for us, and we for him. Our world is a much less colorful place without him, and we all shall miss him dearly.

God Bless You, Colonel, and Semper Fi.
Julian \"Monk\" Carnes (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:33:45))
I first met Harvey in September 1951. He was my cadet 1st Sgt my Knob year. He was big, gruff and a bit frightening. I roomed next door to him and became his "gofer". In May of that year, my roommate and I found a dead crab down by the yacht club. We thumbtacked it in a piece of webbing under his desk/table. In a couple of days, you couldn't get in the room because of the smell. Finally, we had to go in and remove it so Harvey could live there. We served together, went to CGSC together, commanded battalions in Germany at the same time and he shepherded my son (class of '86) when he was a cadet. Since I retired and moved back to The Citadel's lowcountry, it was such a great comfort knowing I could see Harvey and Marge almost any time. My heart is broken to have lost this dear friend of over 60 years. RIP, Harvey. See you on the Other Side.
Jon E. Newlon, Esq. (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:25:27))
Often you have the privilege to meet someone who touches your life and "gently" pushes you in a direction that you may not have seen, may not have wanted but now treasure. Despite my occasional slip up, I have fond memories of Harvey both during and after school.

In the early 1980s, when I was a young officer flying A-10s at England AFB in La., I went with three other squadron mates to Ft. Polk to play golf. While signing in, the pro told us we would have to wait for 30 minutes before we could tee off. When I asked why, he told us that the general was playing with some friends and he didn't want anyone to play right behind him. So we made our way to the first tee. As I approached, there was Harvey with his son and the general. I sneaked up behind Harvey and said, "Mind if we play through. You guys look like your gonna be playing real slow." Harvey turned around, smiled as he recognized me and said, "Don't you know son, it is not how FAST YOU play because you should feel fortunate that we LET YOU play."

Quite frankly, after following that mess for 18 holes, I would have rather walked 20 tours!

Still love the man.
Jim Seegars \"53 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:15:58))
A classmate, a friend, and the one who always kept me connected to the corps, I will miss him deeply. He was one fine man and the epitome of The Citadel graduate. Love to his family.
Anne Knox (widow of Jack Knox, Class of 53) (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:15:44))
Harvey was a wonderful man & dear friend of ours. He was the glue that held the Class of 53 together. He will be missed. My prayers and condolences go out to Margie & his family. It was indeed an honor to have known him.
Joe Pipczynski, Jr. \\ \'83 Riverhead, NY (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:05:58))
To the man who personally mentored, monitored and disciplined the New York Connection through four years of military schooling and critiqued our Saturday afternoon performances on the football field; I say thank you. The Duty, Honor and Respect you bestowed on me as a young man at the Citadel has carried on throughout my professional career and it was your willingness to convey your stern lessons that I will remember forever. I wish the best to Margie and the family and will truly miss the times I had to check in at Grove Street on my visits back into Charleston. Never mind the surprise attacks as we ventured to the Ark off hours. I think all Citadel men today honor your legacy and say "Sir yes Sir" to your dedication and character. God Bless.
Ned Surman, Class of 1980, Echo Co., Boston, MA (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:03:43))
So many great stories and memories have been shared and we can all relate to most of them, especially if you had the "face to face meetings" in his office to "discuss" a "White Slip and ERW"! Several of my fine clasmates and others can relate to that! Col. Dick was a "father figure" to those who knew him well. A true leader and teacher who was always fair and wanted you to "learn" from your mistakes. I was fortunate to be on the Col.'s "Chritmas Letter" list and always enjoyed his annual family updates. My son, Andrew, is a KNOB and had the honor to meet Col. Dick and Miss Marge in their home and talk about The Citadel for over 3 hours. This valuable time spent with Col. Dick was clearly one of the final factors in his decision to choose, "the road less traveled". For this and for all I learned, under his "watchful eye", as a Cadet,I will be forever grateful. God Bless Col. Dick and his family.
COL Chip Bircher, US Army, Class of 1989 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (12:00:56))
Like many of those who have posted, I truly believe that COL Dick embodied what was best, and right, about our alma mater. I can't remember how many times I've told my family stories that began with a phone call, and a one-of-a-kind voice saying "Suuuun, what the heck is going on down there? I'll have your ass ....", and ended with "Yes, Sir. I'm on my way."

My fondest memory was actually during my time as an Army ROTC instructor, about the time COL Dick was finishing his first term on the BOV. With great excitement I saw COL Dick on the parade ground, and I wanted my wife to meet the man who had such a profound impact on me. When I introduced her, he simply gave her a hug, and with that amazing grin said, "Darling, you surely married beneath you."

Thank you, Colonel, for being where you knew you made the difference, and thank you to the Dick Family for sharing the great man with us.
Mark Randazzo \\ \'82 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (11:32:59))
My many memories of Col. Dick during my years at The Citadel were tough at times but he always had a way of balancing his toughness and punishment with fondness and humanity, leaving you with a true sense of his authenticity, experiencing his own unique way of teaching us life lessons. It is worth noting that as I was raised in Europe, mainly on military bases by my Army father and Italian mother, El Cid was my first real experience in America. It became quickly clear that Harvey Dick was its tough and all-knowing guardian shepherd. And at our own expense, we also learned the man had Sherlock Holmes's intuition, bloodhound-like senses, and even night vision.

One of my fondest remembrances was his true appreciation for a fine bottle of VSOP cognac. In August 1979, as a token of respect and appreciation from my father for guiding (and having to put up) with me through knob year, I was directed and delighted to bring him back a bottle of Courvoisier from Europe upon returning from summer vacation. Foolishly, I also hoped that somehow this would put in me in his good graces and mitigate future punishments surely to be meted out on me. As I soon discovered, it did not. Regardless, the cognac became an annual ritual that we shared through senior year. Each time upon my arrival, while I unpacked, he met me in my room to pick up the bottle before it officially became contraband. And each time I was even more delighted that he always and quietly overlooked the fact that I clearly had it hid in the ceiling along with my civilian clothes!

The other memory that really sticks with me is when on Graduation Day 1982 following the ceremony and the last parental lunch, I went back to the barracks in the afternoon to pack for my departure from Charleston to Pensacola where I was to report as a newly minted Ensign. By this time, everybody had left and the campus was empty. As I was getting in my car, I observed the unmistakable figure of Col. Dick, lone in the distance across the parade ground coming toward the battalions. Dutifully, I felt compelled to give him my goodbyes. I walked up to greet him, shaking his hand as a Citadel Man for the first time. It felt different and I felt different, better, perhaps more worthy. As I wanted to capture one last batch of wisdom and advice from this man, who I had both feared and reluctantly admired, we ended up spending my last thirty minutes at The Citadel walking side by side through the empty battalions waxing poetic. I sensed he afforded me a different air, one of respect -- this fully closed the circle.

Harvey Dick is synonymous with being a Citadel Man. Along with the Boo, he was the most remarkable and unforgettable personification of The Citadel's Whole Man Concept that I ever had the fortune of personally meeting. My sincerest sympathy to his family and the Citadel family, and friends for a loss that touches us all. Col. Dick, you are indelible as The Citadel itself and will be sincerely missed by one and all.
Todd Fisher \'95 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (11:12:53))
Heaven got a great man in Col. Dick. I can hear the angels chanting, "Harvey Dick! Harvey Dick! Harvey Dick!" May peace be with you and your family always.
The Fisher Family
Michael E. Player (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (10:34:50))
The words in our language that we must use to describe how we feel about an individual not associated with an immediate family member are necessarily vague and susceptible to varying interpretations - no words can describe in entirety what this man meant to the family of Citadel graduates and employees -- simply Harvey Dick was "The Citadel" and he was and will always be our best friend....
Will Culbreath \'79 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (10:28:09))
The world is a worse place today than it was yesterday but we are all better men for having known the Colonel. Like most of my brothers, I met him in more unfavorable lights, at least initially.

We had just gotten our rings in November 1978 and I was on an overnight at the Round Holiday Inn. Sometime well after midnight (I'm sure it's the age that clouds my memory), I came down the elevator just to get a Coke.....clad in only my white "salt" pants and a "Beat Furman" t-shirt. What were the odds he would be in the lobby when the elevator doors opened? Not cracking a smile, he simply stated, "Culbreath, I'm going to close my eyes and when I open them, if you're not here, this never happened." I nearly beat the wall down trying to get the elevator door to close and get back to my room. He never mentioned it again although he told my wife about some of my "issues" nearly 30 year later at a Bulldog baseball game.

Thanks for everything, sir. You were one of the true giants of my life and I loved you. I will do an honorary brace and pop off one final salute to you.
Stewart Newton 96 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (9:32:37))
Reading through these stories brings back fond, fond memories. We were all Delberts and each class "stole" the Dick Cruiser (the beat-up station wagon that always had the keys left in it). It is funny how he didn't change over time and each class has the same tales. Col Dick you are a legend.

Thank you for all you did.

My condolences to the Dick family.

God bless you, Sir!
Alan Hupp/ \'91 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (8:54:53))
COL. Dick's body may have died but his spirit lives on through every person whose life he touched, influenced, and impacted. I have two memorable encounters that I wanted to share about my relationship with him. I was the last person from my class to walk tours the night before we graduated in May 91. I had gone AWOL parade on Friday morning before we graduated and was given 10 tours beginning at 1700. Just after 0130 on the morning of graduation, he came to 2d Battalion and asked me if I had walked enough to learn about taking responsiblity for my actions. I replied "yes", and actually thanked him for teaching me such a valuable lesson. As a result of that episode we periodically kept in touch over the years. This past summer after sending in a donation to the Citadel Alumni Golf tournament, he actually called me and left a voice mail thanking me for my contribution. Even though I had not seen him in more than 20 yrs, he remembered me and took the time out of his day to call and acknowledge my dontation to the Golf tournament. May his soul rest eternally in peace and may his legacy continue to live on through each of us who were fortunate enough to have met him.
George Johnstone (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (8:44:53))
As a cadet, I had a "cat and mouse" relationship with Col. Dick. My job as a Private was to bend the rules, his job was to catch me. I think he relished the role. Whether it was the challenge of disrupting my quest of having the longest hair in the corps or him providing a scathing review of my sweeping 5 page ERW on civil disobedience and its place in society which I crafted replete with quotes from Albert Camus, Ghandi and Martin Luther King ( he "awarded" me 20 tours, 20 confinements as well as the threat of double that for quibbling if I continued my dissertations)

To me, Col. Dick was one of the icons of The Citadel. Ironically, I met The Boo because of Col Dick. I had to work off Tours, so he sent me to the warehouse, where several of us worked for The Boo.
Col Dick was a tough SOB with a heart of gold who loved the Corp and its Cadets... and he loved the challenge of making you toe the line - especially if you were a Senior Private!
Doyle and Susie Plemmons (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (8:39:34))
Dear Dick family:

So sorry to hear of the passing of Colonel Dick. Our condolences.
Jim Uschelbec \'87 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (8:33:34))
I fortunately didn't have to spend much time with the Colonel on disciplinary issues, but as a member of Regimental Staff my Senior year, he gave me a management skill that I carry with me to this day. He told me to always "Be Firm, Be Fair, Be Consistent" when dealing with others, and he couldn't have been more right. RIP Colonel---you will be missed but NEVER forgotten.

Jim Uschelbec
Chapin, SC
Chris Walton \'90 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (8:28:51))
If I am able to positively influence just a small percentage of the people I meet in my life the way Col. Dick did with everyone in his life, I will have "made all the difference"!

May we treasure the memories, but more importantly, remember what he taught us!

I am so thankful that through my faith in Christ, I will see him again!
Frank A. Freeman **** \'66 - Bd./A/Vet. - \'70 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (8:21:54))
One more of Pres. G. W. Bush's '1,000 Points of Light' has now dimmed; not extinguished, as we will all have him in our memories!
I met Lt. Col. Dick through a Cadet I had inspired to come to The Citadel instead of VMI. I recognized him as the then-current 'Torchbearer' of the Courvoisie Legacy and knew The Corps was, once again, in good hands.
I became better acquainted with the 'gentleman - leader - dedicated servant' through Alumni and church gatherings; he was always a bright star.
His presence will be missed!
Chuck Hughes/\'83 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (8:00:18))
"Firm, fair, and consistent"....You taught me that and you walked the walk. I have used this as a guide to parent my children. We all love you and will miss you dearly. Your influence will affect eternity through our lives as we pass on the valued lessons you taught and demonstrated. Thank you for your unending commitment to every cadet and our beloved school. We will never forget you.
Ltc. Ray N.Hunt \'85 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (7:22:07))
Colonel "The Espirit de Corps of what The Citadel is all about"

Ray N. Hunt '85
John McGowan Delta ‘94 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (5:16:36))
By the time COL Dick retired as the Assistant Commandant of Cadets I had walked well over 200 tours. To say I knew who he was would be an understatement. I can honestly say I deserved everyone of those tours, if not for the things I got caught doing then for the things I got away with. I can honestly say that no matter what I did I knew where he stood. I wrote too many ERW to count. He answered everyone in his own unique way. I remember sophomore year writing letters to anyone we could think of, inviting them to campus in the grandiose hope that they would grant amnesty. It never happened. But I also remember being given special permission, while still on restriction junior year, to participate in the St. Patrick ’s Day Parade in Savannah. I like to think that he knew I was going a little stir crazy and needed a break. I did.
I will pray for his family. The way I feel after having known him for such a short time, I cannot fathom how you feel. Just know that there are thousands of cadets willing to support you in any way.
Joseph Williams \'93 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (4:35:04))
RIP Colonel Dick. Senior Private Delbert Dumbass Williams will be one of MANY that miss you. My days as a cadet wouldn't have been the same without you.Thank you sir for all you did!
I've narrowed my two favorite memories:
As a Rocket Cadet 4-3-2-1, I kept my nose clean most of the time. I took a pair of size 44 duty pants and a seam ripper and unstitched the waistband. Then neatly sewed it back with two VERY noticeable pleats in the front. I normally just wore them around the barracks. The ONE day I wore them to class.I just happened to "bump" into. (How did he ALWAYS know where we were when we were screwing up?) He politely asked me what the hell was I wearing. I replied um the uniform of the day sir. He said this ain't no frat party at College of Charleston Delbert, I better not see you in those trousers again. I still don't know how on earth I walked away without a white slip, I just remember him walking away saying, I'm getting to old for this and laughing.
May 1, 1993 Dog Day. I started my graduation celebration a little to early & it continued a little to late. Somehow a bottle of Evan Williams made it into my blazer jacket, which I had passed through the side sally port gate. Capt Rennebaum picked it up on his way back from Coward hall and discovered my stash. Wednesday when the PO came out, I got hit with 120. However, he "forgot" to mark it NC/NW/NA. I was student teaching at the time and left campus at 0600. Came back at 1500. Walked from 15-16, 16-17, 17-18 Dinner, 19-20, 20-21, 21-22, 22-23, 23-24, 00-01, 01-02 then planned my next day. Saturday & Sunday I walked 23 each day. Knowing I wasn't going to be able to finish before graduation. After 102 he came by to check on me. He noticed my tender feet and asked how I was do. I replied thirsty but I'm hanging in there. He laughed and told me he thought I learned my lesson and go get some rest.
Thanks for the memories! God Speed. Have a drink with Major Day and remember your lambs, we'll definitively never forget you!
The Croskey family (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (4:15:51))
We are so sorry for the loss of such a great man and friend to many.
The Citadel was blessed to have had Col. Dick as their leader.
The Croskey family (Alexander Croskey-2007/Civil Engineering)
Pittsburg, California
Gee Rabon 92 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (2:27:52))
Col Dick I cannot wait to see you on the other side. You were a huge influence to me and I will never forget my many encounters. My fondest memory was when I got busted from a First Sergeant to a Private for telling the battatillion tac to "Kiss My Ass" and called him and idiot. Col Dick laughed at me when he gave my my punishment order of 80 Tours. He said you are a Delbert dumbass but I like your attitude. Come back next time and I will make you a Company Commander. He did. He said there are things the General does that I dont like but I can' walk in his office and say that. He said lear some disgression and tact. I did and it has stuck with me for years. Thank you Lt.Col Dick You have touched many lives and you sir are a true Hero for your actions and what you stand for. It was an honor and a privilidge to have known you. Gee Rabon 1992 May you rest in peace Sir.
Mark Pease (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (0:45:02))
Margie, I will never forget the love and support that you and the Col;. showed to my family and myself when I was injured in my car wreck back in 1984. You all have been and always will be remembered in my families prayers.

God Bless

Mark Pease
Class of 1986
Col Krittijak Chanagate, Romeo-95 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (0:32:47))
As a foreign cadet, I had learnt the discipline, leadership and honor code from the Citadel and I've been practicing those principle through my military career. However, one of my impression while I was a cadet is that the lead by example of Col Dick. He knows and pays attention to all his cadets no matter where they come from. I remembered he came to my company to persuaded me to be a cadet officer in my senior year and I decided to take it that made me what I am today.

Please rest in peace, you will be in our memories forever and with the condolences to the Dick Family.

Krittijak Chanagate (Gun), Romeo-95
Colonel, Royal Thai Army
Assistant Defense and Military Attache
Royal Thai Embassy
Washington, DC
Tel: 202-333-9381
Fax: 202-333-9384
Bill Hymes 85 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (0:26:37))
It was 1985 and we (add Baldwin, JT) were sitting in Big John's having a a few beers. No big deal but for the fact that Jay was in a duty uniform and I was in a cheerleading uniform and, it was a Tuesday night. Big John's was the place we all remember 81-85. Half boarded up and one long bar with name tags all on the wall behind the bar mixed in with the other memorabilia. Back then it was a safety zone. Well, as luck would have it , there on the other side of the bar sat Col Dick. "Good evening gentlemen" said a smiling Col Dick as he walked over and signaled little John to hand him his pitcher. He looked us up and down. He topped off our beers, shook his head and said "you better drink up". Feeling fairly sure the Big John safe zone would protect us we threw a few funny remarks the Col's way. Laughing He assured us that in there we were safe but that he was leaving in five minutes and if he got to our room, and I quote his quote, "on 3rd division in Charlie Co." before we did .... Well let's just say our last few months of college would have been on campus. Needless to say we bolted.
I'll always remember Col. Dick for talking me out of quitting as a knob and for busting my rear when I deserved it. He also personally congratulated me every time I made gold stars!
Watch out heaven, here come Col. Dick.
Bill Hymes 85 (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (0:25:45))
It was 1985 and we (add Baldwin, JT) were sitting in Big John's having a a few beers. No big deal but for the fact that Jay was in a duty uniform and I was in a cheerleading uniform and, it was a Tuesday night. Big John's was the place we all remember 81-85. Half boarded up and one long bar with name tags all on the wall behind the bar mixed in with the other memorabilia. Back then it was a safety zone. Well, as luck would have it , there on the other side of the bar sat Col Dick. "Good evening gentlemen" said a smiling Col Dick as he walked over and signaled little John to hand him his pitcher. He looked us up and down. He topped off our beers, shook his head and said "you better drink up". Feeling fairly sure the Big John safe zone would protect us we threw a few funny remarks the Col's way. Laughing He assured us that in there we were safe but that he was leaving in five minutes and if he got to our room, and I quote his quote, "on 3rd division in Charlie Co." before we did .... Well let's just say our last few months of college would have been on campus. Needless to say we bolted.
I'll always remember Col. Dick for talking me out of quitting as a knob and for busting my rear when I deserved it. He also personally congratulated me every time I made gold stars!
Watch out heaven, here come Col. Dick.
David Webb (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (0:22:12))
I remember sitting in Mark Clark Hall Auditorium, August 1983, with a newly shaved head, doing what everyone else was doing...sweating and rubbing that newly shorn head. Col Dick strode in a la Gen George Patton with the classic line "Keep rubbing that head fellas. It feels like your sweet thing's arm pit and that's the closest you're going to get to it for the next 8 weeks." I saw him last in College Station for the Citadel-Texas A&M game. He was the same great, gruff, grizzled patriot we left that May of 1987... The Citadel and it's alumni have truly lost a towering legend. He will be sorely missed.
Erik Page (Sunday, Jan 29, 2012 (0:14:55))
I can't begin to express what LTC Dick meant to me. He knew and remembered ALL of his Delbert Dumbasses, and he always had time for you, no matter where you were, and he was one of The Citadel's greatest defenders. I cannot choose my favorite memory of him, there are just so many. I guess the time he took sympathy on me and let me off campus one night for an event in spite of being on the PO with tours. When I prefaced my sob story to him by saying, "Colonel, I have tours this weekend but....." he cut me off and replied, "Well, Delbert, it's just like being pregnant... You just can't get rid of 'em!" He wound up giving me a pass for the night.

Godspeed Col Dick, you will be sorely missed by this Delbert.

Haaaaaarvey....... DICK!!!
Tom \'Pitbull\' Lowndes \\89 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (23:55:22))
Anyone who attended The Citadel during the time that Col Dick was Assistant Commandant will have some event of an encounter with the great man that will be burned into his memory. This is mine:
Sophomore year my roommates and I in the forth division alcove in Alpha company were getting ready to go out on a CP and we had the Beasty Boys playing loudly 'You Gotta Fight for your right to party!' I walked out onto the gallery for some air and saw all the quad pounders standing at attention with Col Dick in the middle of the quad yelling 'Who's playing that music? If I gotta come-up those stairs, some Delbert's gonna pay!' It seemed like he climbed the stairs in 30 seconds. He burned us all for disturbance in the barracks but had a twinkle in his eye the whole time he was writing us up. The next weekend we were all pounding the quad. Col Dick was a man who not only incited fear and demanded respect, but gave and received love all in one big package. He will be missed.
Fred Kennedy \'68 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (23:48:44))
Margie & family,
Nancy and I share your sorrow. We will always remember the way you welcomed us back to The Citadel when I followed Harvey as Assistant Commandant in 1993. Following a legend was one of the most challenging tasks I've ever faced! We will all remember Harvey as the personification of what it means to be a gentleman: "... and possessing all those qualities, to demonstrate them in the most gracious outward manner."
Someone | Class of \'90 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (23:17:16))
May God bless him, and keep him, and may the Lord and his Angels embrace him as he meets with the consideration that awaits. And may the Mother of our Lord make a great prayer on his behalf.

He was, in palpable terms, the emblem of The Citadel for this latest generation of the line. For those of us who served as his understudies, he was the closest thing we'll ever know to "the Boo" (Lt. Col. Thomas Nugent Courvoisie). God knows he was a son-of-bitch...and the nicest, kindest, and most considerate son-of-bitch who ever lived. With his passing, we've lost a part of our hearts and our souls...even our marrow. God forbid it. But, may the memory of his life and the impressions of his soul help each of us to recall the significance of a life well lived...that we may all strive to embrace the same as our enduring legacy and lasting hope for those who follow further behind us.

God rest you, mighty man. You were His instrument here. May you now be His Joy and Glory.
Robert Hll \'85 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (22:47:14))
Being a student teacher, I was off campus most of my senior year...something happened, as it always does...I was all too anxious to lay the blame that very moment he explained "you can delegate authority but not responsibility" and then doled out my punishment. I actually thanked him... and my philosophy on personal accountability has never waivered since. He grew me up more in one 30 minute meeting that I could achieve in a whole life up to that point on my own...
Jeff Jones\'87 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (22:18:12))
The Citadel family has lost a true Giant.
I remember August of 1983 when our class gathered as newly-shaven knobs in Mark Clark Hall Auditorium. We were introduced to this older, heavy but stocky LTC who pointed at his nametag and reminded us of what he "could be..." For 4 years, he was seemingly everwhere you looked and ready to hold you accountable, regardless of who you were. We witnessed him bust any wrongdoer...from corporals to even the Regimental Commander... Tough with a capital "T", but fair...two characteristics that must go hand in hand for one to be an effective disciplinarian and effective leader.

Fast forward four years later... THe school used to hold graduation outside in front of Bond Hall, before Hugo took our shady oaks from us. The graduating class would line up on the 3rd Battalion Quad in preparation for our processional to the graduation area. Just before we exited , we heard the all too familiar shrill but booming voice ordering us to "at ease..." We looked up to the 3rd division, and there COL Dick was, towering over us with his dress whites and white gloves in hand. For just a few minutes, this man who rode hard us like a carnival pony for four years spoke of our accomplishment, how The Citadel would always be our home, how we should come back often, how to never lose sight of our core values, and most importantly, that he loved us.
Other than my father, no other person has called my "son" with such firmness but yet what I now realize was such love for me, the uniform I wore, and the Corps to which I belonged.
My heart is heavy, but I am so so thankful that COL Dick was a part of my life. Precious memories, how they linger...
Megan Durham (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (22:02:27))
Good evening,

When viewing the "Share Your Memories" page on Col. Dick's page, I cannot view any additional pages of comments without receiving a "404 - File or directory not found" error message.
It would be appreciated if this issue could be examined and, if possible, corrected.
Thank you for creating a memorable page for such a legend.

Megan Durham
David D Gravermoen \\ \'89 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (21:30:51))
Knob year I did something stupid (which seemed funny at the time) and got burned for 20 Tours.

When it came back from his office it had turned into 20 Cons. Later I was told he had seen the humor in it and had changed it.

RIP Colonel, you were One-Of-A-Kind!
Joel Thompson \'87 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (21:12:15))
Col Dick will enter history as one of the most influential leaders The Citadel ever had. And very few men are as loyal to their country and institution(s) they represent.

I'll remember the shrill voice "suuuuunnn" (I still cringe about my shoe & belt shine, haircut, etc.), the green Peugeot bike making the night rounds, the classic station wagon, the sharp but witty notes on our terribly written ERW's, Hawaii Five 0 at football games, hosting cadets in their home, and his steadfast commitment to fund-raising for The Citadel.

Being the very first Brigadier Scholarship athlete at The Citadel-he always mentioned his goal was to raise more money than his scholarship was worth- I think he paid that back 1,000 fold- maybe more.

Favorite quote: "You do the crime, you pay the fine." Always fair and straight with the punishments.

I wear the ring primarily because of the man. He was a great mentor, a father figure, a leader, and a eventually (post graduation) a great friend. I will miss him very much.

To the entire Dick family, may you grieve knowing the Col touched the lives of many and we are all thankful to have known him. God Bless you all!
Jesse Wightman\\\'93 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (20:54:55))
I can remember running into LTC Dick during the fall of 1989. The Citadel was being evacuated in preparation for Hurricane Hugo making landfall. Cadets were consolidated into Padgett Thomas barracks as they awaited Family members to arrive. I was a knob and one of the last to leave Padgett Thomas barracks. My Dad had left late from Spartanburg and was fighting the traffic along I-26 towards Charleston. LTC Dick saw that I was all alone and directed that I remain next to him until my Father arrived. LTC Dick truly had a heart for the cadets. I will never forget this encounter. God Speed!!
Gregory S. Armand (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (20:42:38))
I walked a few too many tours but he was correct in saying I would think of them as not enough later in my life. He was right - I probably did deserve more.

A fair man. An honorable man. A man who will be missed by many!
Jesse Williams \\ \'96 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (20:42:37))
Horrible news, thought & prayers go out to his family and all the men who had the privilege of knowing him. What a classy gentleman - they just don't make them like that any more. Besides my father, no man set more of an example of what a man should be in life - the whole man concept. Thank you Col Dick.
Steve Smith (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (20:40:50))
During second semester in 1984 I was the OG in 4th battalion. Colonel Dick, as was not uncommon, rolled up in his station wagon, got out and walked into the salleyport. "Good evening Sir," I said. He replied "Good evening Smitty." He stood there for several minutes watching the last tour of the evening. He raised his hand and yelled out, "That's alright boy's, this one's on me." He turned to me and said, "None of those count." "Yes sir" I relied and dutifully applied no credit to that tour. For some of the guys it would have been their last tour, but they had two more the next Wednesday.

We are saddened but not diminished at Colonel Dicks passing.
Michael Cicero, \\\'87, Kennesaw, GA (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (20:35:30))
Today marks the passing of a great man whose absence will forever be felt by all those who were privileged to have ever known him. I hope our alma mater spares no expense or effort to honor LTC Harvey Dick throughout this calendar year and beyond.

My most vivid memories of LTC Dick were on two occasions.

The first is the one shown in the photos, when he mounted the hoisted board and struck surfing poses during the playing of the "Hawaii 5-0" theme by the Regimental Band at a home football game. There was very little, if anything, to cheer about football-wise that day, and what he did lifted the spirit of the Corps of Cadets sky-high. We were going nuts in the stands when he did this, to all our amazement.

The second was on Commencement Day for the Class of 1987. After the ceremony, with my diploma in-hand, I was walking back to Second Battalion, on my way to collecting my things before leaving the campus for the last time as a cadet. LTC Dick happened to be walking in my direction, decked out in his U.S. Army dress whites. I stopped and extended my hand out to him and said: "Thank you for everything you did for us while we were cadets." But instead of shaking my hand as expected, to my surprise, he gave me a great big bear hug, smiling warmly and telling me "Congratula tions, Son." I will never forget that moment. That one act spoke volumes about how much LTC Dick cared for us.

My heart mourns with those of countless other alumni and friends this evening, and I echo the sympathies that have already here been expressed to the Dick family.
Lee Hungerbeeler \\ \'90 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (20:31:58))
My deepest sympathies to the Dick family and the greater Citadel family. COL Dick was a true man of God and The Citadel. I know I'm a better man for having known him.

I have always been amazed COL Dick knew all of us and somehow always knew that crucial place to be at the right time. I got pulled for coming in late right before Valentine's Day, 1988. In desperation to see my girlfriend for Valentines, I wrote the COL a poem in my ERW. Days went by without a response and I began to worry. Finally, I called his office and was told, "Oh, it's on the way." His response, a poem explaining how big a Delbert I was and 10 cons for Valentines. Later that year, I was practicing rappelling techniques down the inside of the stairwell in Delta Frat. I hit the bottom and COL Dick rounds the corner, "Delbert, can't you do anything right? You'll never get out the gate and see that pretty girl doing it on the wrong side of the wall."
Eric Stewart (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (20:20:32))
LTC Dick was always ready to take a few minutes to talk to you in almost any situation. He had a tough image and his love of his Cadets always quickly showed through. Most of us who were cadets during his era all believe we were his special project. He had a great ability to form a personal connection that made him a trusted friend. Our lives are richer for having this great example of a strong and kind man. The angels and saints in heaven are surely rejoicing that this son has returned to the celestial lodge.
Pete Maidhof/\'88 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (19:59:36))
At some receptiom senior year, Tom Jackson another Marine Contract, and I were chatting with Col Dick (who of course was in his full dress Army uniform). One of us mentioned "isn't it great when Marines get together". Col Dick immediately informed us that there was only one Marine in that conversation, and it wasn't any of us.

Rest In Peace Colonel. My sympathies to the Dick Family.
Brett Jackson, Hotel Class of 1991 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (19:45:38))
I was cleaning out my garage yesterday and came across this note from Col. Dick. I'm not kidding. It's this kind of stuff that makes me believe in the man upstairs. I believe his spirit was reaching out yesterday to let us all know.

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David A. Anderson COL (Ret) \'82 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (19:44:55))
A stern disciplinarian who also had great compassion and a wonderful sense of humor. A true Officer and Gentlemen who will be sorely missed.
John Stone (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (19:38:23))
Heaven had to open wide its gates to fit Col. Dick's head through, but even wider to get his heart in.
Had Col. Dick not loved me, I would have never graduated The Citadel. Many like me, owe the better parts of their lives to this man, who was nothing if not a saint of the living God, and God's appointed missionary to the Corps.

Most respectfully,

John Stone
Class of 1987
David Smisson Jr. (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (19:26:22))
When I was a sophomore, LTC Dick put me in the trailers to supervise the upperclassmen that could not fit into the barracks. We were overstocked as usual with new knobs. I had some Junior privates to watch and as a sophomore cadre member, he informed that it was my responsibility when things went wrong...even with the upperclassmen. The guys pulled a lot of pranks, and I spent a fair number of hours with LTC Dick in his office. He was very demanding of accountability on my part. He was also a great mentor that gave me perspective that I have used for 24 years in active service. God bless this man, and his lovely wife Margie. They were great advisors for me when I was a cadet. LTC Dick will be missed. We need more men like him. God is good...COL Dick is in a great place.
Scott Raynal \'87 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (19:25:29))
May God comfort and be with your family during this difficult time.

For me, and many of my classmates I'm sure, it is nearly impossible to tell a story of our time at The Citadel without bringing up the name of COL Harvey M. Dick.

I will always be thankful for his service, his devotion to our school, and for the lessons he taught me as a cadet so many years ago.
Joshua Zammito (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (19:11:24))
Lt.Col Dick and Mrs. Dick were so good to me as a knob. It was such a relief heading to their home for dinner on occasion. I loved the Lt. Colonel's stories about the old corps. You will be missed.

Rest Easy Sir!
John Falkenbury, Lt. Col. US Army retired Class 78 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (17:17:44))
The Class of 78 has the honor of being Col Dick's first class. The relationship had its ups and downs, but it was his leadership, passion and love of our alma mater that forged an enduring relationship with the Class of 78.

Harvey was a close friend and fellow soldier to both myself and my father Steve Falkenbury, Class of 48. I had the great fortune of returning to The Citadel from 1984-87 as an Army ROTC instructor and Tac officer. It was then that my admiration, respect and love of Harvey and of Miss Marge was truly realized. His mentorship and guidance, in great part, shaped my future successes.

In recent years, Harvey remained a trusted advisor - always available even when he faced his own challenges. It is truly a sad day. As immortal as we thought Harvey was, he leaves a legacy of success in those he touched. He is now in the hands of our Maker. God Bless and thank you, Harvey, for being there for us.
Mark R DeBruhl (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (16:59:49))
My first offical contact with the Colonel happened my knob year. Right before an SMI my Rifle (1903A1) was resting against the bunk and was knocked over. When it hit the floor the stock broke into two peices. I went to my 1st Sgt and showed him and we immediately went to see the Colonel. I remember standing in his office shaking as he asked me how my stock got broken. After a while he could see that I was telling the truth and it was truly an accident and told me to take it to Shorty to be fixed. As far as he was concerned that was the end of it. I was just grateful to still be in school!
Blake Norton \\\\ \\\'84 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (16:55:23))
During senior year, he stopped me in the middle of the parade ground on my way to class at Jenkins Hall and made me take my shoes off and give them to him and then return to his office immediately so he could inspect my other shoes. He told me the shoes he took from me were the "worst" he'd ever seen. I admit they were horrible and nearly white as I'm not sure if I had ever polished them since knob year. They were my class/drill/rain shoes. I told him as I was leaving his office and going to class (late, I might add) that I wanted them back after graduation and he said "Fat chance, Blake, these belong to me now." He was tough and stern, but fair and had a heck of a sense of humor. He's going to be missed.
Lee Merritt / \\\'84 T Company (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (16:52:26))
I remember in the spring of '83 having to request emergency leave because my mother had passed away (from cancer). Colonel Dick signed my leave request and offered me words of comfort and kindness that I appreciated then and for a long time afterward. I'd like to offer my condolences and deepest sympathies to Colonel Dick's family. He will be greatly missed.
Dean Penland \\\'88 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (16:45:16))
Senior Year, my roommate and I were dozing one afternoon when the phone rang. I answered "Hello" and heard, "PENLAND, IF YOU EVER ANSWER THE PHONE LIKE THAT AGAIN YOU'LL WALK TOURS UNTIL YOU GRADUATE!!" It was the only time I braced as a senior!

Rest in Peace, Colonel.
Rob Fralick (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (16:06:06))
I loved Col Dick (Lt Col or Col - He's still Col Dick). I loved that he would always reject my weekend passes to Clemson, Columbia College, Wolford, Converse, or Carolina HOPS. I would go and "argue" (or shouting match) with him telling him that I was representing The Citadel in uniform, blah, blah, blah.

He knew the reason, and HE would appreciate the BATTLE. I think he just loved to see if you were man enough to go confront him. He enjoyed the whole man concept, and he made sure you were molded to this. He was a lovely man even when angry with you. I and pretty much everyone will miss this man...Our hearts and prayers are with your family! God Speed Col Dick!!!

Rob Fralick, Lt Col, USAF
479 Flying Training Group
Pensacola NAS, FL
(Class of 1990)
Wallace W. Ward \\\\\\\'86 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (16:02:34))
Today a great man in my life passed. Today is SMI in heaven, St. Peter you had better have those pearly gates ready for inspection. Today Col. Dick, The Boo and Big John are rampaging through heaven.
Thank you four the 170 punishment tours I earned through your mentorship, I learned from them and from you.
I am glad that when I was driving on a Gerogia interstate highway when I was new Captain in The Army you saw my sticker and the driver of your car pulled up next to mine honking the horn and I saw this huge bear like face staring out the window and we both rolled our windows down and you yelled, "I remember you Ward I gave you a lot of tours." Thanks for remembering me sir, made my day. I will never forget you.
Wally Ward Romeo Company Class of 1986
Eddie Terrell \'84 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (15:29:22))
2 memories of LTC Dick:
1. After every Friday parade our senior year, I could not leave campus until he called my room phone (no cell in 1983-84) to "dress me down" and tell me how much we stunk at parade (Delta Co.). It became a sacred ritual for us.
2. Our wedding date is Aug 9, also Harvey's birthday. He never failed to contact me every year since 1986.
I loved the man, and will greatly miss him.
Keith Bartsch, \'82., Tulsa, OK (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (15:01:59))
He was a Christian Soldier, Husband, Father, Mentor, Citadel Man and a consummate Gentleman. No person during his tenure at our Alma Mater had a more profoundly positive influence on those of us who were privileged to know him. With apologies to Will Rogers, I conclude by relating LTC Harvey M. Dick "never met a cadet he didn't like."
Scott Moore \'90 (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (14:48:36))
I got busted for being AWOL on a "bogus" 2nd all-in right before graduation. As I was pleading my case, he reminded me that he was not a "But Colonel, he was a Lieutenant Colonel" and if I did not address him properly he would add tours to my punishment. He then threatened to “pull me” during the Long Grey Line parade when I presented him with our Senior Class Gift because I was wearing a sword and sash even though he had stripped me of my rank. He smiled real big and said, “Sure will miss you. I love you son.”

My fondest memories of him from the past several years are centered on the fact that we always talked about our faith in Christ with each other. Colonel Dick loved the Lord, Marge, his family and we all know that no one loved The Citadel more than him. I am thankful to have known him and sure will miss seeing and talking with him. He is truly the epitome of a Citadel Man and was a Gentleman in all aspects of his life.

My deepest sympathies to the Dick family.
V. Rev. Nektarios Cottros (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (13:35:46))
I was sad to learn of the passing away of COL Dick. He was a true friend, father, mentor, leader, and the Citadel Man, par exellence.
May our Lord grant COL Dick's soul rest before His Heavenly Throne, a place well earned and deserved, and may He give His comfort to the Colonel's dear wife, Marge, his children and grandchildren, and to all of us who had the honor of knowing him.
Ralph Sarmiento (Saturday, Jan 28, 2012 (13:31:02))
I told COL Dick that I took a nap and forgot about my afternoon class. He replied, "Here's a reminder: 10 tours". Everyone in my class respected him.

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