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Jon L Brawner - Year Assigned 1985 VIEW PROFILE

Jon L Brawner

Born:     18 August 1955

Passed:  7 January 1994

Jon was from Florida.

Jon passed away while stationed at McGuire AFB, NJ.

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His mother's obituary lists 4 surviving siblings:

Altoona Mirror 
Altoona, Pennsylvania 
Wednesday, September 10, 2003 (page 13)

Rita M. (Stich) Clever

Mrs. Rita M. (Stich) Clever, 76, Deland, Fla., formerly of Altoona, died Aug. 30, 2003, at home after a brief illness. She was born Aug. 18, 1927, in Altoona, daughter of the late Joseph and Carrie Stich. She attended Altoona schools.

     Surviving are her husband of 25 years, Ellis; three sons: Jeff, Steve and Michael Brawner; a daughter, Joan Cash, all in Florida; two brothers: John Stich of Altoona and Tom Stich of Mansfield, Pa.; two sisters: Marie Nachtman of Duncansville and JoAnn Yeckley of Carrolltown; 12 grandchildren; and seven great-grandchildren.

     She was preceded in death by her first husband, Lloyd Brawner; two children: Patrick and Jon; a brother, Ray Stich; and sister, Jimmie Copperman.

     Arrangements are by Lankford Funeral Home, Deland, Fla.


Hope this helps,

Laura Perry

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04/01/09 02:33 AM #1    

Mark Daley (1982)

Jon joined the AF in early 1980 and arrived at Travis AFB at the same time I did in May. We were both assigned to the 602nd OMS as crew chiefs on C-141's and attended FTD together along with Carl Fields. Jon was almost 8 years older than Carl and me and was married so we didn't see him much outside of school. One day we got an unexpected day off and instead of studying and Jon going home to his wife the three of us took off for South lake Tahoe. Being ABs we couldn't afford to gamble so picked up some (a lot of) beer and found a picnic area alongside a raging river coming down from the snow covered mountains. Having drank several of the beers we became bored with the side of the river we were on and decided to find a way to the other side. In our search we came upon a fallen tree that spanned almost 3/4s of the river, now being drunken rocket scientist we figured that if Jon, he was the smallest, would slide out to the end it would make the end still on land lighter and then we could slide it the rest of the way across. Sounded good to us. Of course physics won out and the log stood up dunking Jon into the rapids below. When Carl and I put our weight on the end to raise him back up you could tell by his look that not only was the river deep but it was frickin' cold. I can still see his face at that moment. We got Jon back home and watched as he explained to his wife not only how he got wet but how he got scratched from his head to feet as he hung on for dear life.
Unfortunately Jon didn't get to Rhein Main until a couple of months before I pcs'd out. Who knows what kind of trouble we could have found. Miss you Jon.

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