JOHN P. SMYTH, of TOMS RIVER, died Saturday, Aug. 25, at Ocean Medical Center in Brick. Born in New York, he moved to Philadelphia, Pa., where he lived as a child before moving to Toms River. He worked as a metal fabricator for Lakehurst Naval Air Engineering for over 30 years. He served his country in the U.S. Marine Corp. and was an Atomic Veteran.
Surviving are his wife, Patricia J. Cox-Smyth; two sons and one daughter, John, Brian and Kathleen; two step-children, Charles and Mariellen; and two brothers, Charles and George. Also surviving are eight grandchildren, Alex, Joseph Jr., Samantha, Nicholas, Christian, Ashley, Katelyn and Kathryn; and his beloved dog, Clancy.
Visiting hours will be held from 2 to 4 p.m. and 7 to 9 p.m. Wednesday at Carmona-Bolen Home for Funerals, 412 Main St., Toms River. A Mass of Christian burial will be held at a time to be announced on Thursday at St. Luke Roman Catholic Church in Toms River. Burial to follow at St. Joseph Cemetery, Toms River.
We all have friends, some lots others few. I have to believe that John has lots, I'm honored to be one of the many.
John and I first met while attending HO4S school at MCAF Santa Ana. We both had been assigned to H&MS 36. John to the sheetmetal shop and I to powertrain buildup, then later to the flightline were I crewed the HO5S. We both later were transferred to HMR 363 for operation Redwing.
John always greeted everyone with the biggest and brightest smile, that smile will be missed by all who had the pleasure of being on the receiving end.
When HMR 363 members started seeking out fellow members it was John who took the bull by the horns to reunite us through e-mails and set up our reunions. For which all of us are truly grateful.
With a proud Salute I honor The Man, The Marine and Our Friend John P Smyth
He stayed with me after the service for a while ,then he decided to head back to Philly . Later he brought his son Brian and daughter Kathlene out for a visit ,He went into the Air Force for a short time and and got out early because of a recession ,He said after you are a Marine it wasnt the same in an other branch.
The next time I seen Him was at the Reunion in San Diego and I met the 363 group , That was a great time and seeing the recruits graduation ( I wonder How many went to Irach or Afganistan?) John and I emailed frequently.He kept his faith intack all these years,When revelry is called we will have a great time.
Making it possible for us to get together again after a separation of 45 years is a gift of inestimable value. We are all in his debt, and he will remain in our thoughts until we the final muster at which all of our names will be called.
I will always have memories of John as a concerned guy with a gentle quiet strength. I especially appreciate the work and effort he put into getting the HMR363 group together. The E-Mails and updates of the whole group took much time and effort on his part. Greatly appreciated.
Thanks to Jack Childs For Representing the group.
A Marine Corp Salute to you JOHN SMYTH.
The internet helped many of us get together again for re-unions and the ability to renew our friedships. John was the great communicator. He kept us very informed on all kinds of topics. Planning the re-unions, passing on many jokes, keeping up with our military and searching out information on the heritage of the Marine Corps.
John will be missed very much not only by his family but also by his Marine brothers. Rest in peace John. The word Semper Fidelis meant a lot to John.
Gene Andrejewski (Ski)
We shared quite a few days together with another fellow Marine Jackson (first escapes me now). We three went on leave to our homes. John in PA., Jackson in NY and I in NJ. While on leave I bought my sister's 1955 Ford and when it was time to return to our base we all met and drove back to the base. Two details of the trip back to the base I would like to share with all those who read this. We were in Missouri on Rt 66 and were pulled over by a Trooper for speeding and more. The more was a police fixed wing airplane clocked us and when I saw the plane so low and not knowing it was a police plane I flipped the bird to the plane. Well we begged the trooper to let us go on as we were Marines on our way back to our base in CA. He let us go and told us not to come back. The second detail was we stopped at a motel in the night and asked for a room and were told that it was a whites only motel and Jackson was black. John and I could get a room but not Jackson. Well John and I told him to place his motel where the sun does not shine and left. The car was more comfortable than that motel. That was John, a true Marine and human being. SEMPER FI.........
Fellow Marine and friend,
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