Madam Speaker, I rise today to honor the life and service of John Vincent Pangelinan Gerber, a lifetime resident of the village of Ordot, Guam. John Gerber passed away on May 4, 2010 at the age of 58. Born on May 31, 1951, in Guam, John is…
Madam Speaker, I rise today to honor the life and service of John Vincent Pangelinan Gerber, a lifetime resident of the village of Ordot, Guam. John Gerber passed away on May 4, 2010 at the age of 58.
Born on May 31, 1951, in Guam, John is the eldest son of Martin and Dolores Gerber. He attended Barrigada Junior High School, Father Duenas Memorial School, and after graduating from George Washington High School, he enlisted in the United States Marine Corps on June 4, 1969. After completing basic training at Marine Corps Recruit Depot in San Diego, John was deployed to Vietnam where he served with the Fleet Logistics Command in support of the 1st and 3rd Marine Divisions. Following his tour of duty in Vietnam, John was assigned to Bravo Company at Marine Barracks Guam. John Gerber was honorably discharged from the U.S. Marine Corps on June 3, 1975.
John Gerber began his civilian career as a young radio disc jockey on the Wireless Rock Show and later established a record store in Guam's capital of Hagatna called the Wireless Rock Music Box. John also started a charter boat tour company that took visitors around Guam's southern shores.
In 1992, John joined the Guam Chapter of the 3rd Marine Division Association, and as a member of this service organization, he devoted his time to helping his fellow Marines, service members, and veterans. John invited individuals or groups associated with the 3rd Marine Division visiting Guam to one of the famous Gerber fiestas at his home in Ordot, and while there, Marine Corps veterans groups and service members would be treated to an evening of Chamorro hospitality. Throughout his lifetime, John and the 3rd Marine Division Association hosted over 16,000 service members on Guam.
In 2004, John Gerber led a petition to rename Route 1 on Guam from Marine Drive to Marine Corps Drive. John argued that the intent of the original authorization for the highway was to recognize the U.S. service members who liberated Guam. That same year,
John walked from Andersen Air Force Base to Naval Base Guam, 27 miles in total, while pulling a cart the entire length. His campaign was successful, and Route l in Guam is now officially named Marine Corps Drive. Every year, John also loaned his restored World War II-era vehicles as part of Guam's Liberation Day Parade.
On July 21, 2008, the 64th anniversary of the Liberation of Guam, John opened the Pacific War Museum on Guam. This non-profit museum was built by John to showcase his World War II-era memorabilia and to educate the public on the War in the Pacific.
I join our community in mourning the loss of John Gerber, and I offer my sincere condolences to his wife, Mela Gomez Gerber; his siblings, Martin, Joyce, Wanda, Debra and Janet; his children, Ryan, Christiana, Storm and Rio; and to his many family, friends and fellow Marines. He will be missed.
Madam Speaker, I also request that two additional items be entered into the Congressional Record. The first is a tribute to John Gerber from Brigadier General Ben Blaz, the former Member of Congress from Guam. General Blaz was a good friend of John Gerber, and he composed this tribute in his memory.
My Friend
His name was John. He was exceedingly proud of his Chamorro
heritage. He was the personification of a United States
Marine. He was unabashedly loyal to America.
We hailed from the same village, metro Ordot, as he would
say on occasion. His effervescent presence was always felt;
sometimes quietly, other times not. His devotion to his
friends was profound; his tolerance for those with whom he
disagreed was noteworthy, at times!
It is said that in life, there is a time to grow and a time
to glow. John did both in tandem. He was endowed with a
natural ability to rally and to lead those with him to reach
their goal. Many of his accomplishments were in keeping with
a vow he made to a dying friend that he would strive to do
well the rest of his life. His intense commitment to fulfill
that vow resulted, among others, in the establishment of a
remarkable museum to remind all of us how dearly the
liberators and the liberated paid for the freedom we enjoy
today.
In acknowledgement of his many accomplishments, I invited
John and his wife to join me as Guest of Honor on the
reviewing stand for the performance of the Marine Corps
Battle Colors Detachment at Asan Park in March. He would not
accept the invitation. I asked him a second time and he
declined once more because he would prefer to be with his
comrades--veterans of all the Services. I approached him a
third time and threatened not to attend the ceremony unless
he and his wife joined me. Reluctantly, he accepted for which
I was so grateful for no other guest present that day was
more deserving than he to be honored.
My friend's full name was John Vincent Pangelinan Gerber.
He was shorter than I, but I looked up to him for he was an
extraordinary man from whom I learned to be a better person.
John did not seek fame; it sought him!
Semper Fidelis, Marine!
The second item is the eulogy offered by Colonel Robert Loynd of the U.S. Marine Corps at John Gerber's memorial service. Colonel Loynd is with Marine Forces Pacific and was asked to deliver the eulogy at the request of John Gerber's family.
Eulogy to John Gerber--Fellow Marine
Let me begin by saying what a distinct honor it is to stand
before you on this altar today in the presence of this
beloved and storied Marine, and represent with this eulogy
the memories, sorrow, gratitudes and condolences of all
United States Marines around the globe who have had the
privilege of knowing John Gerber. And I use the past tense
loosely here, because there are many United States Marines
yet to come who will also undoubtedly have the privilege of
getting to know John and his legacy while visiting his
Pacific War Museum--an unyielding and enduring structure of
steel and iron, lovingly filled with artifacts of sacrifice
and recollections of wartime faithful devotion--built by John
Gerber's hands, to withstand the rigors of time. In many
ways, John and the Museum itself are one in the same--
steadfast, lasting, loyal, engaging, welcoming, enlightening,
forgiving, hallowed, and revered. Timeless qualities that
transcend any earthly existence.
I first heard the name ``John Gerber'' about four years ago
in 2006 in an unlikely place. I was sitting in the Incheon
International Airport in Seoul, Korea awaiting a late-night
flight to Guam for Alliance talks between senior U.S. and
Korean military leaders. The mere fact that I remember that
moment speaks volumes about John, in and of itself. I wasn't
part of the specific conversation at the airport, and like
most staff officers who carry the laptops and briefing books
for the senior officers, I was only pretending to be
attentive as I sat on the periphery of two general officers,
one couch over in the airport terminal, who were engaged in
what appeared to me to be largely irrelevant banter. Amidst
the sleep-inducing drone I suddenly heard a sentence that
leaped-out at me with alarming clarity and purpose:
``Nobody's done more for the Marine Corps' legacy on Guam
than John Gerber.'' Needless to say, I was intrigued and
leaned-in to see if I could hear more. With frustration,
however, I leaned back in my chair as the sentence ended
right there, with the two Generals nodding to each other in
stern, solemn agreement. My intrigue would have to remain
unsolved--one of the unfortunate aspects of ``experience''
in the Marine Corps--for I had learned many years before
that it would not have been wise at that moment for the
LtCol--one couch over--to interrupt two Generals engaged
in a private conversation by asking: ``Excuse me, Sir--Who
is John Gerber?''
2nd Lieutenant Loynd might have asked. . . .
But the sentence stayed with me, and it wouldn't be until
April of last year in 2009 that I would finally gain the
honor of meeting The Man. Since then, I have found myself
often repeating the same sentence, in my own conversations,
with the same clarity, distinction and purpose that I heard
it with four years ago: ``Nobody's done more for the Marine
Corps' legacy on Guam than John Gerber.'' Truer words were
never spoken.
Knowing what I know now about John and what he means to the
Marine Corps and our heritage, I should have interrupted the
generals four years ago with my question. Instead of the
expected steely-eyed glare for interrupting, I'm certain that
I would have been educated in a heartfelt way about the Man
and his incredible legacy. The General's response most likely
would have been something like: ``Well Bob, let me tell you
about my friend John Gerber. . . .''
What he would have told me would have been a reverent tale
about a man who devotes every waking moment of his life to
serving others, to honoring the legacy of sacrifice and
commitment by those veterans who demonstrated the full
measure of devotion to their country and their comrades, and
about a man who loves the Marine Corps and his fellow Marines
with every fiber of his being.
When I did finally meet John in April of 2009 at his
museum, I immediately sensed something unique--that I was in
the presence of a man so humble and modest, but yet so
commanding and persuasive at the same time. I was on an
advanced visit to Guam a couple of months prior to moving
here from my assignment at Headquarters Marine Corps. My
predecessor on Guam, Col. Paul Brier, made sure to bring me
to the Museum to meet John on the very first day of my visit.
We were immediately greeted by John around the back, his
Marine Corps ball cap tilted back on his head, his gray
``Marines'' t-shirt soaked through with sweat and covered
with twigs, mulch, and sawdust. I was meeting a man of the
earth, imbued with an ethic of labor and hard work. Shaking
his hand, the roughness of his palm immediately told me the
story. But I was also meeting a man of tremendous intellect,
as I learned more in the first five minutes about Guam's
cross-cultural history and conflicts than my jet-lagged brain
could absorb. We went through the museum and I was machine-
gunned by John with not only Marine history about the 3rd
Marine Division at Asan and the 1st Marine Provisional
Brigade at Agat, but very personal tales of courage, heroism,
love and devotion. Of men like Medal of Honor recipient Capt.
Louis Wilson, and Catholic Priest Father Duenas; about
hometown Chamorro Marine Corps officers and leaders such as
Capt. Peter Siguenza and BGen Ben Blaz, about Underwood and
Puller and about the 1,548 United States Marines who
gallantly gave their lives in the Liberation of Guam. And
true to his character, John presented a balanced and open-
minded perspective, as we transitioned to the other wing of
the museum where I was overwhelmed with his equally in-depth
knowledge of the Japanese perspectives of the war.
Our relationship would grow over the next year and I would
routinely turn to John for help in ensuring that our visiting
Marines--his Marines--were well taken care of.
Two months ago, I was asked to write a letter of
recommendation to support the nomination of John to receive
the prestigious ``Colonel John H. Magruder III Award'' from
the Marine Corps Heritage Foundation in Quantico, Virginia.
Once again, I found myself using that famous sentence from
Korea. And I quote the final paragraph of my letter of
recommendation:
``Over the course of the past two decades, no person has
done more to honor the history and reputation of the United
States Marine Corps on Guam than John Gerber. His Pacific War
Museum remains a sole outpost of Marine Corps heritage in the
vast Mid-Pacific. Visited by commandants, generals,
congressmen, Marines, history enthusiasts, tourists, children
and citizens of various nations alike, John's museum both
inspires and brings contemplative reflection. For his
tireless devotion to depicting the legacy, service and
history of the United States Marine Corps in the Pacific, I
can think of no finer recipient of the ``Colonel John H.
Magruder III Award'' than John Gerber.''
I have high hopes that this award will come true. But in my
mind, there was no greater local recognition of John's
devotion than to see him and Mel sitting next to BGen Ben
Blaz as Guests of Honor for the performance of the storied
Marine Corps Battle Color Detachment at Asan Beach this past
March--a first ever performance on Guam that could not have
been a success, without, once again, John Gerber's legendary
passion, love, devotion and work-ethic. John singlehandedly
prepared the Asan Park for a performance befitting the
Marines from 8th and I. And because of that --they will be
back. And I know they will be playing a tune for John.
Rudyard Kipling once wrote:
``If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man my son!''
Well, from May 3Ist, 1951 until May 4th 2010, the Man--John
Vincent Pangelinan Gerber--ran the distance everyday and
filled every unforgiving, unyielding minute of his life with
action, passion and commitment. John nurtured his earth and
everyone who was in it, and today we Marines extend our
collective devotion and gratitude to John for having been one
of us--our friend, our standard-bearer and Guam's most
devoted Marine.
Now, it's a tragic misunderstanding that some may think
that Marines aren't prone to poetry (and don't worry--I
didn't write one), but John Gerber was a fan of poetry--his
favorite poem being one of the greatest ever written--``The
Marines Hymn.'' And we Marines will be coming to attention
for that later today in John's honor. But I do want to end
with a beautiful sonnet written by the Anglo-American Poet
John Gillespie Magee that eulogized the laying to rest of the
famous World War I English poet Rupert Brooke, who died on
his way to the Battle of Gallipoli. As I read it, please
think of John Gerber, all that he is, and all that he has
achieved in his wonderfully productive life on earth.
``We laid him in a cool and shadowed grove
One evening in the dreamy scent of thyme
Where leaves were green, and whispered high above--
A grave as humble as it was sublime;
There, dreaming in the fading deeps of light--
The hands that thrilled to touch a woman's hair;
Brown eyes, that loved the Day, and looked on Night,
A soul that found at last its answered Prayer. . .
There daylight, as a dust, slips through the trees.
And drifting, gilds the fern around his grave--
Where even now, perhaps, the evening breeze
Steals shyly past the tomb of him who gave
New sight to blinded eyes; who sometimes wept--
A short time dearly loved; and after,--slept.''
Rest in Peace, John. Mission Accomplished.
Semper Fidelis Marine.