Robert A. Riesman
Mr. President, I rise today to honor the life of Robert A. Riesman, who, sadly, passed away on June 2 in Providence, RI. Robert Riesman was a Renaissance man and a prominent Rhode Islander, who succeeded in and devoted himself passionately…
Mr. President, I rise today to honor the life of Robert A. Riesman, who, sadly, passed away on June 2 in Providence, RI.
Robert Riesman was a Renaissance man and a prominent Rhode Islander, who succeeded in and devoted himself passionately to all aspects of his life. He was a decorated soldier, a successful businessman, and a leader in Rhode Island politics. He was a philanthropist, a dedicated man of faith, and a devoted father and husband.
But my own words cannot fully convey the value of Bob Riesman's character and achievements. This can best be expressed by Mr. Riesman's close friend and my esteemed colleague, Senator Jack Reed, whose eloquent eulogy of June 6 describes Mr. Riesman in the most human terms.
Therefore, Mr. President, I ask unanimous consent that Senator Reed's eulogy be printed in the Record.
In Memory of Robert A. Riesman
Last Thursday, Richard Licht and I spoke. We quickly
concluded that, outside our own families, Bob Riesman was the
finest man that we had ever met. Then, we also quickly
concluded that we tend to give our families a little extra
credit.
Bob Riesman was my hero.
He lived his life heroically. He lived with honor and with
a commitment to high ideals. He pursued wisdom. He cherished
family and friends. He set an example of decency and
integrity and modesty. He time and time again entered the
arena to be part of the great issues that shaped his
generation and shaped our lives. But, he never forgot that
life is little things, too: acts of kindness, moments of
humor, sharing life's joys and disappointments with family
and friends.
He was an American hero.
He joined the Field Artillery at Camp Ethan Allen in
Vermont many months before Pearl Harbor. He had just
graduated from Harvard. Bob was always very proud of his
Harvard diploma, but declared that he was educated at the
Boston Latin School.
He served with the First Infantry, his beloved ``Big Red
One''. He fought through North Africa and Sicily. His
soldiers admired his fearlessness and his authenticity. For
his courage under fire, he was awarded the Silver Star. For
his wounds, he was awarded the Purple Heart. Because of these
wounds, he had to leave the First Division and he became an
intelligence officer with the First Army. The last days of
the war found him as a staff officer in Paris.
We always spoke together about the Army. Every conversation
in some way or another touched on our youthful and lifetime
devotion to the Army. Bob seldom, if ever, talked about the
difficult moments. He recalled the camaraderie. He spoke of
his admiration and respect for Sergeant Vic Lister and the
other American soldiers that he led. He spoke about the
leaders that he admired and those he found lacking. We both
reveled in those memories of soldiers and soldiering, he
knowing far better than I the terrible cost of war.
Bob Riesman saw the horror of war but refused to surrender
his spirit to its brutality. And having seen that horror and
bearing the memory forever of those young soldiers who never
returned, Bob's return was not simply an occasion for
celebration. It was an opportunity and an obligation to
engage in another struggle; the struggle of a committed
citizen to build a just and decent society in America and to
be a force for peace and justice around the world.
And, Bob never wavered from that commitment.
Bob Riesman was a man of great faith and great tolerance.
His parents taught him to cherish his Jewish faith and act
on this faith to serve his neighbors and his community and
his country. Bobs faith was more than just a theological
exercise. It was for him a summons, not just to reflection,
but also to action.
Bob Riesman was my friend.
To sit by him and to feel the comfort of a kindred spirit,
to listen and learn, to trace and retrace the days of our
lives, to share good wine and good conversation, to know the
feeling of unqualified support and affection was a precious
and enduring gift to me.
On one memorable evening, we rode together, just the two of
us, back from West Point. We had been up for the day to visit
the newly dedicated Jewish Chapel at West Point. Bob and I
attended services with the Cadets and then had supper with
them. It had been a splendid day for the both of us, but a
special day for Bob, uniting both his faith and his Army. In
the nighttime drive, we spoke of many things. At one point,
we began to discuss William Butler Yeats. Bob, as he often
did to my amazement, began to recite from memory passages not
only from Yeats, but W. H. Auden's famous lines:
Earth receive a honored guest
William Yeats is laid to rest
Today, earth receives another honored guest.
Bob taught me so much and, along with my Father and Mother,
set an example of what, on my best day, I might hope to be.
His approval meant the world to me. I recall those times
when we spoke and he was particularly pleased by something he
had read or heard about me. He would say ``my boy, you are a
credit to the Regiment.''
In a life of extraordinary achievement, Bob's greatest
achievement was his marriage to Marcia and their wonderful
children and grandchildren. Marcia and Bob were best friends
as well as husband and wife. To watch them was all you needed
to know about respect and commitment and deep and abiding
love.
Bobby and Jeanie are their parents' pride. Whenever I asked
about either of them, Bob's eyes would light up and his voice
would resonate with uncontained joy and pride. This reaction
was only exceeded when we spoke about Abe and Clare.
At this moment, I know we all wish for one thing, to have a
few minutes again with Bob, to be with him before the fire on
Freeman Parkway or watching the sun set in Middletown, to
feel the comfort of his presence, to know that in a life that
can mean there was at least one who was noble. But, that
cannot be.
And knowing this, our hearts would surely break save for
one thing. Bob made us stronger and better by his life. He
has given us the example and the ability to carry on. And, we
will.
Dear friend, I shall miss you.
Dear friend, ``you have been a credit to the Regiment.''