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<p><em>John Edward Fee</em> was born in Chelsea, MA, one of four children to Joseph and Stacia Fee. He had three siblings: brother David (retired Air Force coronel), brother Joe (deceased) and sister Patricia Driscoll. John excelled academically and athletically in high school and earned his appointment to West Point after briefly attending Northeastern University. There, he had a couple of classes with another member of Company D-1. It is unusual for two people who had met in college to end up being admitted to the same West Point class, go through Beast Barracks in the same company and then be assigned to the same cadet company.</p>
<p>John’s impact on his West Point classmates is summed up best by the following recollections of those in his cadet company: “John was a no frills, genuine person who would give you the shirt off his back. He had an instantaneous smile that was contagious and attracted others to him. He was a friend to all—the ‘real deal.’” </p>
<p>Another one said: “John was a roommate of mine during plebe year, and I could not have asked for a more affable person to share that year with. His positive attitude, together with his willingness to assist when it became obvious that it was appropriate, were two of his hallmarks. I can also recall his sense of pride when trying out for the Track Team when he exceeded 19 feet in the broad jump.</p>
<p>“More than anything, I remember John as a true friend. He cared about all of us, and his loving nature was evident in his dealings with everyone.”</p>
<p>During Christmas leave each year, John and his New England classmates would always meet in Boston for the January 1st Bruins hockey game. He would invite any southerners who wished to experience this awesome event to join in. All would meet at the Boston Garden and watch the brawl that was sure to result. This was John’s way of ensuring that his friends could share in the unique culture that produced his one-of-a-kind personality.</p>
<p>In the late fall of 1961, John was involved in a scheme to move cannons from Trophy Point to the front of the cadet mess hall as a show of spirit for the annual Army-Navy Game. Members of his company devised a detailed organization for the task. There was a team for cutting the iron straps that held the cannons’ wheels to concrete pads, a team to move the cannons across the Plain to the mess hall, and a team of track stars to take the Military Police on a wild goose chase if the effort was discovered. John was a part of the team to lead the police away from the main effort. During the movement of the cannons the police did discover the project, and John’s team went into action. John was the only member of the entire 40-man effort to get captured. They took him to the police headquarters but left him alone in a room with a window. John escaped and returned to the barracks and was never questioned again by the authorities. However, over the next couple of months, John received a lot of harassment for being the slowest guy on the Parade Field.</p>
<p>In 1962, John received his commission in Armor and attended the Armor Officer Basic Course at Fort Knox, KY. He went on to serve five years with tours in Germany and then stateside at Fort Campbell, KY. He then opted to leave the Army and pursue his career in engineering.</p>
<p>John became a successful engineer at Bell Laboratories and earned his MBA from Monmouth University. John truly loved his work, and upon retiring from Bell Labs in 1990 he began a new adventure by starting his own business, JFA Engineering, where he remained at the helm until his death. His clients loved and respected him.</p>
<p>As the cannon story indicates, John was always game for anything. He loved new challenges and adventures! He enjoyed being with friends, especially his morning coffee buddies. He loved the Shrewsbury River Yacht Club, where he was a life member. He was so proud of graduating from West Point and always said it made him whom he was and a good engineer. </p>
<p>John was unique, to say the least, yet he was “All-Boston” in every way. A man with a heart with boundless love for each who had the privilege of entering his life. A true son of Beantown and West Point, he did his alma mater—and his family—proud. Be Thou at Peace, John... .</p>
<p><em>— John Sloan, Carolyn Day and Christine Fee</em></p>
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