Saturday, December 24, 2016

Major Thomas Egan: Why'd you do it? (Originally published 24 Dec 08)

I originally posted this 8 years ago today (24 Dec). And it bears repeating.
This story was in the paper... although, unfortunately, not on the Columbian web.
It is the story of a retired Army Major, one Thomas Egan; a veteran of 2 years on the Korean DMZ, a Master's graduate of the University of Oregon; a retired Oregon Army National Guard officer.

He was found dead, apparently frozen to death, next to a bottle of booze, in Eugene, Oregon within the past few days.

Unfortunately, the story speaks for itself. Sometimes, the desire to destroy one's self can overwhelm all other instincts.

I never knew you, Major, but we served in the Army together at the same time.  I have no idea what happened to you, but I wish I did... and I wish it could have been fixed.

Tomorrow is Christmas. If you know someone who needs help, take the time and the effort to try and get that help to them. Major Egan had help available, but made a bad choice when it came to using it.

As I look outside at the foot of snow, I ask myself: "how many Major Egans are there? Is there more that could have been done?"

Probably not.

But I wish there had been.

Good bye, Major. From all accounts, you served us honorably and well. I never met you, but I won't forget you.

I could have been you.
Soldier’s death resonates
Homeless veteran froze to death though services were available 
By JACK MO
(Eugene) Register-Guard

EUGENE, Ore — Thomas Egan was a scholar and a decorated soldier. He was also a homeless alcoholic whose life ended last week when he froze to death in Eugene during an unusually long and harsh cold snap.

His body was found covered in snow near the corner of West First Avenue and Blair Boulevard, a bottle of liquor by his side.

News of the demise of the longtime Eugene resident troubled
many local veterans — especially those who knew that with some effort and some help, the man they called Major Egan could have had a roof over his head.
Memorial for Maj. Thomas L. Egan ret.
“The whole National Guard community is taking this very hard,” said Bud Dickey, a vocational rehabilitation coordinator with the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs’ community reintegration service center in Eugene.

“It’s very disturbing for all of us, because Major Egan was retired and could have been drawing his (veterans’) benefits,” Dickey said. “He had options that he did not access.”

Egan collected monthly Social Security checks, but the amount was a pittance compared with the payments he was entitled to as a retired military veteran. When he turned 60 in July, Egan became eligible to receive $909 each month in National Guard retirement income, Dickey said.

Egan also could have applied for a separate pension check based on unemployability. “That would have gotten him an apartment if he wanted one,” said Jay Rea, a Springfield resident who served under Egan in the National Guard in the late 1980s. “I shed a tear when I heard he died,” Rea said. “It breaks my heart because he was the friendliest guy, and so smart.” A New York native, Egan joined the Army in 1971 after graduating from Quinnipiac College in Hamden, Conn., with a bachelor’s degree in history.

He was stationed at the demilitarized zone between North and South Korea for two years, and was reassigned to the Oregon Army National Guard in 1977.

Earned master’s degree 
Egan earned his master’s degree from the University of Oregon in 1983, and ultimately attained the rank of major with the National Guard.

He retired honorably in 1991, following a 20-year military career during which he was awarded several service medals and ribbons.

Dickey said Egan’s desire to drink made him ineligible for VA housing programs that require sober living.

Egan had declined to enroll in substance abuse treatment programs offered through the veterans agency, Dickey said.

According to those who knew him, Egan worked sporadically. He did some landscaping, and most years helped deliver telephone books.

Image result for maj thomas eganSometimes, he found an apartment to stay in for a while. At other times, he lived on the streets. In August, Egan spent two weeks at the Eugene Mission — which is less than one block from the spot where a passer-by discovered his body last week.

Mission officials said Egan never caused any trouble there, and could have stayed any time. Dickey said Egan has no relatives in Oregon, and tracking down members of his extended family on the East Coast has been challenging.

Dickey, who served five years with Egan in the National Guard, is helping to direct an effort to have Egan interred at the Roseburg National Cemetery.

“He will be buried as a veteran in a veterans’ cemetery,” Dickey said. “He was a good soldier, and we’re going to get him the burial he’s due.”

6 comments:

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Maybe if the Government didn't take and put soldiers in places they shouldn't be and then lie to them where they are and what they are doing and then send them in again and again, and then make them lie about what happened and then give them no one they can talk to because the mission got classified to keep the Government people from getting into trouble they our men and women would feel like they need to drink or drug themselves to death or kill themselves!

K.J. Hinton said...

Perhaps, but MAJ Egan never deployed to a combat zone. Thus, it apears his issues weren't related to his time in the military.

Jeremy said...

Thanks for posting this KJ...

Unknown said...


Thank you for the clarification. Part 2:
New to being homeless I walked the streets near downtown in Eugene. That winter had come fast, and the cold was the kind that rips through you. I was freezing and tired, finding no shelter I walked with my belongings until I could not feel my feet or my face. I saw a light on a front porch stoop and heard voices, as I approached a guy said Hey sister you look freezing ! My face too Frozen to talk I nodded. He motioned for me to come up... his friend was telling me not to be afraid, that I would be safe there with them and he opened up his sleeping bag telling me that I'd better get in and warm up. So I did, I was so tired that the normal thought process of being wary to climb into a sleeping bag with a complete stranger in the middle of the night on the streets of Eugene, somehow escaped me. I slept- right next to that man- in his sleeping bag. I could hear him and his buddy talking a little bit and he read out of a paperback novel while his friend lay there listening, drinking his beer. sometime during the night I was awoken by shaking and cold water. As I came to, I saw the friend with his hand on the man's shoulder, steadying him as he tried to drink some water. A couple of minutes went by, the convulsing stopped. They were calm, and apologized for waking me, and for spilling water on me.

Then I listened to those men... They told me about why they chose to live this way. How they were both victims of weapons testing and other drugs while in service with the US Military. The cruel things they had endured left one-man permanently Afflicted with violent uncontrollable Tremors and a speech impediment. The other man had decided he would rather live on the streets happy with his buddy drinking beer than to live a conservative or normal life. He had a pretty strong aversion to mainstream Society. Ultimately they were happy just being in the moment.
Early in the morning I could see their bedrolls rolled tight. I helped them clean and tidy the steps we picked up cigarette butts and swept the porch. They both proudly wore hats that displayed the name of the business, a local tattoo shop. The owner had made them official night Watchman and they were in charge of having the porch ready for business every morning. They were both pretty proud of that!. After the porch was spic and span they invited me to breakfast. We went to a little store where the girl at the counter knew them by name, and she served us biscuits and gravy. We talked over breakfast I thank them for their kindness and smiled... as I walked away I could hear the sound of beer cans opening and some good-natured ribbing.
I went on to get a job, become housed ,and did not give much more thought about that night... until one day a couple of years later. I saw in the newspaper a headline about a man freezing to death on the streets of Eugene. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized who it was. On the next page was a picture of him in military Garb, younger, handsome. They had a flag folding ceremony for him. They honored him in death.

But where was his honor in life?
his honor was in his heart.
He never needed anyone to tell him that he was a hero, but I am sure now that he is an angel.
Thank you for saving my life Tommy Egan I know you lived and died the way that you wanted to.
Homeless, and happy on the streets of Eugene.
A true story
By: Leah Veach.
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Unknown said...


Thank you for the clarification. Part 2:
New to being homeless I walked the streets near downtown in Eugene. That winter had come fast, and the cold was the kind that rips through you. I was freezing and tired, finding no shelter I walked with my belongings until I could not feel my feet or my face. I saw a light on a front porch stoop and heard voices, as I approached a guy said Hey sister you look freezing ! My face too Frozen to talk I nodded. He motioned for me to come up... his friend was telling me not to be afraid, that I would be safe there with them and he opened up his sleeping bag telling me that I'd better get in and warm up. So I did, I was so tired that the normal thought process of being wary to climb into a sleeping bag with a complete stranger in the middle of the night on the streets of Eugene, somehow escaped me. I slept- right next to that man- in his sleeping bag. I could hear him and his buddy talking a little bit and he read out of a paperback novel while his friend lay there listening, drinking his beer. sometime during the night I was awoken by shaking and cold water. As I came to, I saw the friend with his hand on the man's shoulder, steadying him as he tried to drink some water. A couple of minutes went by, the convulsing stopped. They were calm, and apologized for waking me, and for spilling water on me.

Then I listened to those men... They told me about why they chose to live this way. How they were both victims of weapons testing and other drugs while in service with the US Military. The cruel things they had endured left one-man permanently Afflicted with violent uncontrollable Tremors and a speech impediment. The other man had decided he would rather live on the streets happy with his buddy drinking beer than to live a conservative or normal life. He had a pretty strong aversion to mainstream Society. Ultimately they were happy just being in the moment.
Early in the morning I could see their bedrolls rolled tight. I helped them clean and tidy the steps we picked up cigarette butts and swept the porch. They both proudly wore hats that displayed the name of the business, a local tattoo shop. The owner had made them official night Watchman and they were in charge of having the porch ready for business every morning. They were both pretty proud of that!. After the porch was spic and span they invited me to breakfast. We went to a little store where the girl at the counter knew them by name, and she served us biscuits and gravy. We talked over breakfast I thank them for their kindness and smiled... as I walked away I could hear the sound of beer cans opening and some good-natured ribbing.
I went on to get a job, become housed ,and did not give much more thought about that night... until one day a couple of years later. I saw in the newspaper a headline about a man freezing to death on the streets of Eugene. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized who it was. On the next page was a picture of him in military Garb, younger, handsome. They had a flag folding ceremony for him. They honored him in death.

But where was his honor in life?
his honor was in his heart.
He never needed anyone to tell him that he was a hero, but I am sure now that he is an angel.
Thank you for saving my life Tommy Egan I know you lived and died the way that you wanted to.
Homeless, and happy on the streets of Eugene.
A true story
By: Leah Veach.
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