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Charles A. Debelius

 

No. 1957927 November 1932 16 January 2016          

Died: Annapolis, MD

Interred: Arlington National Cemetery, VA

 

Charles Alan ‘Chuck’ Debelius was born and raised in Baltimore, MD. He left home at the age of 17 and arrived at West Point frightened, bewildered, and worried about whether he could possibly succeed amongst a horde of screaming men in gray. He survived Beast Barracks, during which he gained a half-pound, a feat the Beast Detail tried to make him regret.

Never a star athlete, he contributed his time and talent as a cartoonist, a cheerleader, and an academic coach for classmates and companymates whose grades needed a boost. Just after graduation, he was fortunate enough to marry his high school sweetheart and the love of his life. As one of his four granddaughter philosophers told him on his 45th wedding anniversary, “You married the right person!” Truer words were never spoken. Together, Bettie and Chuck raised four successful children, who gave them seven grandchildren, all of whom bring joy to their parents and grandparents.

Chuck chose to join the Corps of Engineers, and he proudly served that branch for 24 years. Not unlike Forest Gump, he was close by when a number of newsworthy events transpired. As a captain and major, he served as resident engineer for the construction of a deep water port in Somalia, where the project was a part of the U.S. foreign aid program. He was the district engineer in Alaska when the pipeline was constructed.

Much later in his career, Chuck managed the environmental cleanup after the disastrous Oakland, CA fire that destroyed 2,500 homes and produced a high death toll. He held corporate responsibility for the Boston Harbor Cleanup in the 90s, one of the few multi-billion dollar projects completed in the last half of the twentieth century for which there was a surplus of about $600 million dollars. He served as program manager for the Army’s $330 million Total Environmental Restoration Contract, where he managed cleanup of military installations throughout the Northeast. As deputy program manager for a $2 billion contract for facility and installation management at Kennedy Space Center, Cape Canaveral, and Patrick Air Force Base, Chuck was there to support Senator John Glenn’s reentry into orbit in 1998. He particularly enjoyed playing a role as a senior manager for privatization of military housing at Fort Meade, MD, where Picerne Military Housing builds, renovates, and manages military housing. During Chuck’s tenure with Picerne, the program was selected for a national award for excellence.

Despite his involvement in large projects, Chuck’s most treasured memories had to do with his time on the faculty at USMA and as a commander of troop units at every level, from platoon to brigade. When he taught physics, he tried to liven up the arduous task of learning new scientific concepts by illustrating his lessons with cartoons drawn daily on the chalkboards as he spoke. Many years later, he met one of his former students, now a brigadier general, who told him, with all sincerity, “I don’t remember what subject you taught, but I really enjoyed the cartoons!”

He commanded two battalions in Vietnam: the 20th Engineer Battalion (Combat) and the 815th Engineer Battalion (Construction). Bettie and the children lived in Baltimore while he was overseas. He loved to tell the story about when he sent home a picture of him and his command sergeant major shaking hands outside the battalion headquarters. A tall, handsome, African-American soldier, Command Sergeant Major Smith smiled happily in the photo. Ken, Chuck’s youngest son, took the picture to his school for “show and tell.” In the late 1960s, Baltimore was still a hotbed of bigotry. When one of the other students said, “Hey Ken, which one is your Dad?” the teacher later told Bettie that she was about to deliver a lecture on diversity and race relations when Ken responded. Ken, who had been raised on military posts, where friends were neighbors and where skin color was unimportant, replied, “Boy, are you dumb! You can’t even tell the difference between a lieutenant colonel and a sergeant major!” 

As commander of the Engineer Center Brigade at Fort Belvoir, VA, his units included a topographic engineer battalion, a combat engineer battalion, a MASH, student battalions, and several EOD teams. Brigade Headquarters was located in a World War II temporary building, where Chuck’s office was at the end of a long corridor, but it was also accessible from the parking lot. On one sweltering summer day, the door swung open and a young soldier swaggered in. As his eyes began to adjust to dimmer inside light, the soldier began to realize that he had entered the commander’s office. “Soldier,” barked Chuck, “Didn’t you see the sign on the outside of that door?”

Springing to attention, the soldier responded: “Yes sir. The sign says ‘Private Entrance’ and I’m a private!”

— Written by Charles Alan Debelius

 

Published in TAPS, Summer 2016

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