Jerald (Jerry) R. Schmidt 212th 67-68

I just received the obituary for Jerald (Jerry) R. Schmidt 212th 67-68.

Jerald’s Obituary

U.S. Veteran

Jerald R. Schmidt, (Jerry) age 73, Shiocton, passed away on Tuesday, August 20, 2019.  He was born on May 18, 1946, son of Roger and Deloris (Winterfeldt) Schmidt. He served his country in the U.S. Army from 1967 until 1968 in the Vietnam War in the 18th Military Police Brigade as a Sentry Dog Handler. He continued his service in the Army Reserves until January 1, 1973.  Jerry was united in marriage to Marie Spaulding on July 13, 1991 at Immanuel Lutheran Church in Black Creek. 

Jerry owned and operated Dream Homes Inc. Besides the home building business, he owned and managed multiple rental properties.  Jerry also was co-owner of Paper Valley Reality in Greenville until his retirement. In 2003 Jerry donated and named the property, which is now known as Farmers Park in the Town of Ellington.

Jerry is survived by his wife Marie; mother Deloris; sons: Sandy (Sheila), Bradley (Sony), Todd (Jacque), Ryan (Carrie); daughters, Amy Liebergen (special friend Todd Tickler) and Melissa Vandyacht (Tina Peterson); siblings, Candee Bruns, Shirley (Dennis) Young and Julie (Sam) Sommers; grandchildren: Brittany, Samantha (Cullen), Aliyah, Brianna (Nick), Ashley (Andrew), Haley, Sandy Jr., Josh (Amanda), Eli, Gabe, Addi and Kara; great-grandchildren: Ethan, Lilly, Jackson, Oscar and Estella Marie due in October 12, 2019. He is further survived by brother in-laws and sister in-laws: Lenny (Sue) Clausen, Dick (Mary) Clausen, Bill (Barb) Clausen, David Clausen; sister in-law and brother in-law Dawn Spaulding and Thurman Gills and also nephews, nieces, other relatives and friends.

He was preceded in death by his father Roger Schmidt.

Funeral services for Jerry will be held on Monday, August 26, 2019 at 5:00 pm at Borchardt & Moder Funeral Home in Shiocton with Rev. Greg Watling officiating.  Visitation will be held on Monday at the funeral home from 2:00 pm until the time of service.  Full military honors will follow.

The family would like to thank St. Elizabeth ICU Critical Care Unit and the John H. Bradley VA Clinic in Appleton.

Jerry with Clinton Peters 212th 67-68

Jerry Carlson 981st 67-68

This is from Jerry Carlson 981st 67-68.

I located the Art Sampson  family from Montana who donated my dog Boots.So I have talked to 3 of them.   Started writing these.I just realized I should have written one about training Boots in Lackland.  Should have been #1.Lord bless you and thanks

DECEMBER 1967 Story #1
By Jerry Carlson, E4, 981st Military Police Company K-9

We left Fort Carson Colorado at about 20 degrees and freezing and stopped in Okinawa for a short stop.  As I walked out of the plane I went to the end of the wing and could almost touch the end of the wing it was so long, like a giant eagle with the wings just hanging down.  We landed at Cam Rahn Bay with our dogs at night.   When I stepped out of that big C141 transport plane without any windows I saw the flares lighting up the sky to watch for enemy movement.  I felt the heat and heard the artillery and machine guns and other sounds of war.  

Our drill sergeant at Basic Training at Fort Ord in January 1967, brought us to attention, then told us to stand at ease, and then told us to bend over and grab our ankles, then commanded us to stick our head down between our legs, kiss our butts good bye because we are going to Vietnam to die.   Now that training was a welcoming reality to me even though Cam Ranh Bay was probably the safest place in Vietnam, it didn’t sound like it or look like it that night to me.

Well the first night on patrol the deuce in a half (2.5 ton truck) dropped me off at midnight.  I took the muzzle off Boots and swung my M16 over my right shoulder.  We stood there for about 20 minutes getting our eyes adjusted to the dark then I told Boots “Okay Boots lets go”. As soon as I took my first step, Boots was 2 steps in front of me on my left and we froze.  Out from a tunnel in the high brush/grass came the biggest javelina I have ever seen.  I was from Arizona and I know what a javelina is.  The tunnel was at our 10 o’clock position and it walked right across in front of us to my right at a 4 o’clock position.  It must have been less than 6 feet from Boots he was so close he probably heard my heart beat!  I was frozen and didn’t even get my M16 off my shoulder it happened so fast.  After it went into the tunnel on my right side  I took my M16 and held it in my right hand with my finger on the trigger the rest of the night.

When I got in the next morning I told the guys “Man I saw the biggest javelina I have ever seen in my life!  It must have weighed 350 pounds and it’s head was bigger than a basketball”.  Javelinas normally are about 20 to 30 pounds.  The guys said, “Carlson that wasn’t no javelina that was a wild boar”.  Well I was not from California and never knew about wild boars.  That day I put a double sling on my M16, put the sling over my left shoulder and had my right hand on the grip with my finger on the trigger until the last night of patrol. 

Some years ago I realized that the Lord had to blind that thing because it walked right across in front of us, not away from us, and it should have ripped Boots and I to shreds!  God had blinded that wild boar and saved our lives!  I have learned that wild boar are nothing to mess with here in California, with their big tusks and aggressiveness they are dangerous!  Thank you Lord !

DECEMBER 1967  Story #2
By Jerry Carlson, E4, 981st Military Police Company K-9

I had been in Vietnam at Cam Ranh Bay about 1 or 2 weeks on patrol at night with my German Shepherd “Boots”.   I was carrying my M16 with a double sling over my left shoulder and my right hand on the handle and finger on the trigger.   Boots was on a leash in my left hand.

On Sunday late afternoon someone called out to come to formation.  So I went out to see what the sergeant had to say before we went on night patrol.   Standing at attention the sergeant said, “At ease, okay men, tomorrow we are going to start sending you out to your base camps where you will be stationed on patrol.  In the morning when you get back off patrol let me know where you want to volunteer to go.  Dismissed”.

Wow, Where do I want to volunteer to go to die?  I am married to Barbara and dying in Vietnam was not my plan.   Some of the guys started talking that “I want to volunteer to go to Phan Rang, it is an “”in country R&R (Rest & Recooperation)”” right on the beach”.  Another person said, “I want to go to Nha Trang, it is in country R&R on the beach”.  I have no idea how they knew about these places in Vietnam, where did they see a map or get their information?

Well, I was taken to my post at midnight and Boots and I waited for our eyes to adjust to the dark after the lights of the deuce & a half disappeared into the dark.   Taking the muzzle off Boots and snapping it on my waist, I started to pray.   I asked the Lord to show me where I should volunteer to go.  I didn’t know any bases or camps in Vietnam.  I walked my post praying and praying.   I prayed for 4 hours until 4:00 AM Monday morning when I had a peace come over me.  A peace that passed my understanding, all fear was gone. 

In the morning I saw the sergeant and told him, “Just send me wherever you need me Sarg”.  Later that week I was sent by a small military plane to Camp Radcliff near the small village of Ahn Khe, Vietnam up in II Corp.   When I got off the plane a 1st Cavalry soldier was just getting ready to get on the plane to go home.  He told me to be careful and good luck.  That night I knew I was in a real war zone.   I was in the Central Highlands with a mountain on one side with jungle and a river on the other side with 10-15’ high elephant grass and no rice patties here. There were 3 giant petroleum tanks on top the hill about 100 yards from where our little “hooch” was that I would live in.  I learned how thankful I was that 1st Cavalry Air Mobile was there.   The first few nights I was not able to sleep in the hooch, I don’t remember why, maybe the 212th Military Police dog handler who I was replacing was not leaving for a few days until a plane would come and get him.   Anyway, I did not know if the artillery rounds were outgoing or incoming and I was

Summer 1968  Story #3
By Jerry Carlson, E4, 981st Military Police Company K-9

Sometime during the summer of 1968, Boots and I were on patrol at the Supply Yard at Camp Radcliff near Ahn Khe, Vietnam.   We were on the evening shift minding our own business and doing what we were there for when a jeep came driving into the yard.

It was still day light so as the jeep approached I noticed it was a Colonel driving in.   Well he stopped the jeep near me and I saluted him.   Now that I think about it that was the only time I ever took my finger off the trigger since the encounter with the wild boar the first night on patrol at Cam Rahn Bay. 

The Colonel gets out of the jeep and starts talking to me how he really likes dogs and asking me about Boots.  I told him that Boots came from Glasgow, Montana from the Art Sampson family and Boots was a green dog (meaning I trained him for the first time).    Boots was 15 months old when I got him at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, TX.  That was the dog training base for all military I think.

I told the Colonel when I went to Lackland AFB that my friend who was also married, I think his name was Gary Hile, we both wanted female dogs. So when the sergeant took us to the kennels we got our dogs last.  Well the sergeant thought Boots was a girl from the name, WRONG.  I won’t say anything more about that sergeant.

Boots was rightly named, as the song goes, “These Boots were made for walk’n and that’s just what we’ll do”.   Me in my combat boots walking with Boots.  Interesting note, I remember times our boots were covered in green moss or mold from the dampness in the morning.  I remember our hooch was on a hill and it would rain so hard there was like an inch of water on top the hill running off from the rain.  That is what I remember.  Wearing as much clothes to stay warm and rain ponchos to try and stay dry while on night patrol.

So the only problem with Boots was that he liked to alert on rabbits.  Just a side note.  While in Nam I sent a letter and picture to the Sampson family.   I don’t know how I found them but I already had investigator blood in me.  They had my picture and an article put in the Glasgow newspaper, of which they sent me a copy which I still have.  In November 2019, I finally contacted the newspaper and explained my story since they published the article, asking if they knew where any of the Sampson family might be so I could contact them.  A few weeks later I got a lead and have been in contact with 3 of the Sampson family members.   So that is what has inspired me to write about Boots for their sake.

Well I just found out from Jesse Sampson, Boots liked to swing from the tails of the cows on the farm also.   So the training at Lackland was new for Boots.   He was an awesome dog and super smart, weighing about 80 pounds and black and silver.  That will be another story about our time at Lackland.  

Well the Colonel really liked Boots and asked if he could pet Boots.   I said, “Sure, Boots it’s okay” and I let out some leash.   I told the Colonel to let Boots smell the back of your hand first and then you can start petting him.   That was a first time anyone ever touched Boots!  The colonel loved it and Boots loved the petting and had even turned his back letting the Colonel scratch his back by now.

The Colonel really liked boots and as he was petting Boots he asked me, “Give him the command to attack me”.   NOT TOO SMART for a Colonel.   I said, “Sir, I don’t want to do that”.  He said, “No, it’s okay, I want to see him under command”.   I again said, “Sir, I really don’t want you to get bit”.  The Colonel said, “No, it’s okay I want to see him attack at your command”.  

I told the Colonel, as if I could argue with him I was just a Spec 4, “Okay Sir, be ready”.  So I wrapped the leash around my hand a couple times and took some slack out of the leash while the Colonel was scratching Boots back.  Then I whispered, “Watch him” and Boots spun around to eat the Colonel as the Colonel jumped back.  While Boots was trying to get the Colonel, I’m trying to hold onto the leash but the Colonel was happy as a clam and so impressed how Boots was so friendly and yet would attack on command.  

Of course I praised up Boots as we always do.  I never thought about the leash having any cracks or weak spots in it until now when I’m writing this.   That was dumb of me but dumber of the Colonel !   I never saw that Colonel again and maybe that was a good thing.  I don’t know if Boots would be friendly toward him after my command to attack him.  I wonder, how long is a command good for anyway?  Grin

July 1967  Story #4
By Jerry Carlson, E4, 981st Military Police Company K-9

My stories are coming from a 74 year old Veteran so if you talk to another K-9 handler you might get more accurate information than what I am giving you, grin.  Just say’n!

When we graduated from the Military Police Academy at Fort Gordon, Georgia in May 1967, about 3 were assigned to their duty stations.  Then the sergeant started howling.  We wondered what was wrong with him until he said, “The rest of you are going to the dogs”.  The 981st MP K-9 Company had been deactivated after the Korean “conflict”, sound familiar?  Interesting how these “conflicts” end up sending soldiers home in body bags, with missing limbs and major wounds either physically or mentally.  No wonder our family and friends didn’t understand us or recognize us when we got back from Nam.   It doesn’t go away easily.

Well, the 981st Military Police K-9 Company was reactivated specifically for Vietnam and our whole company of 250 men were assigned to the dogs.  We were sent to Fort Carson, Colorado near Colorado Springs and we were supposed to get our dogs there and start training to my understanding.  For some reason that did not work out and shortly after they started sending about 30 guys at a time to Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas for K-9 school.  I think they were sending a group out about every 2 weeks to Texas.

About July, I was sent to Lackland and left my new bride Barbara behind in a tiny apartment off base, not knowing anyone.  We got married after the MP Academy and were only together about 2 months even though we were engaged before Uncle Sam called my name in December 1966.  We thought we would get married after Basic Training at Fort Ord, but Uncle Sam starts telling me what to do!   He tells me when to get up, go to bed, and pays me $70 a month.

I been living on my own since I graduated from high school in 1963, at 17 years old.  I worked construction and was an iron worker working my way through college.  My first iron working job was with my two older brothers who were Journeyman Ironworkers  out of Local 75 in Phoenix, AZ    I went to see them in North Dakota in September 1964, as they were working on the Minuteman Missles.  They got me on permit, taught me how to tie rebar that night and I was making $320 a week take home pay.  They went home 2 weeks later and I stayed an extra week or two.   Now I am 21 and getting paid $70 a month.  Oh I forgot to tell you, that included my room and board !  Oh yeah my clothes too !!!  I had it made in the shade, yeah right !  I worked on special permit during the summers getting journeyman wages. 

So now I am in Lackland and the first 3 days we were in classroom training, learning all about dogs and their health as well as how to care for them.  I think on Tuesday evening or Wednesday morning we were introduced to our dogs in the kennel.  If you were 225 pounds you got a 100 or 110 pound German Shepherd.  Byron was from Kentucky and was small built so his dog was about 50 pounds but would hit you in the attack suit like a train !  I weighed 160 and Boots was 75 or 80 pounds and nice and friendly.  I got right in the cage not knowing he was a green dog and had never been trained.  Other handlers got dogs already trained to attack and it took them a day or two to get in the cage “very carefully” after feeding their dog every day and “visiting” them.  The big dude next to me got a mean one and when he stepped in the cage I watched him and his dog was like a lion prowling back and forth growling at him.  Wish you well soldier !

On Thursday we started basic obedience at 6:00 AM after breakfast and trained until noon due to the heat.  That weekend I got a job at the store on base and worked afternoons.  I think the next Monday the sergeant told us that they would be watching us and would pick out dog teams for the graduation, called the “Demo Team” to put on the demonstration for visitors.  I told the sergeant that me and Boots would be on the Demo Team but they never selected me.

By that Friday, after 7 days of training, the dogs new every command by voice and hand signals.  When I talked to Jesse Sampson last week, January 2020, he said he was 15 years old when the Army came to check Boots and see if he was a good dog for the Army before they put Boots in a kennel on the train.  Boots passed with flying colors and it was a sad day for Jesse.

The next 6 weeks we went on a bus with our dogs muzzled up.  They took us out to Medina in the brush to train the dogs to alert on the enemy, attack, then we would search and escort.  If the “enemy” in the attack suit moved while we were searching him the dog would “reattack”.  That was comforting !   We continued “agitation” training to make the dogs mean and no one else could come near us, we were their only friend, except for the Colonel story.

While one guy would be hiding in the attack suit in the bush, one dog handler would be out searching for him.  The rest of the guys were relaxing, visiting and smoking.   I took Boots to the side and kept working with him on a 30 foot leash doing all the basic obedience commands.  I trained Boots to crawl, although Jesse told me when his dad would yell at Boots to let go of the cow’s tail he knew he was in trouble and would crawl back to his dad so I really didn’t train him to crawl.  I also taught Boots to bow, as I know every knee will bow to Jesus Christ one day.

The last two weeks we were on night patrol training so I worked at the store during the day. The Sergeants must have been watching me and Boots and on Friday night of Labor Day Weekend in September, they came to me and said, “Carlson we need you on the Demo Team on Tuesday because 2 (or 3 dogs) had failed”.  So they took me out on Saturday and showed me what things to do to replace the other dogs.  I only remember the 30 foot leash.   The Sarg just didn’t listen to me !!!  gin.   Well we graduated as “Honor Graduates” from Lackland AFB !

Charles (Chuck) E. Milner 981st 67-68

I just got this from Paul Friedrich, 981st 68-70. 
 MILNER, Charles Eugene “Chuck” 76, of Tampa, went to be with the Lord on January 10, 2020. He is survived by his wife, Patricia Kelley Milner; daughter, Joy Milner; daughter, Jerrie Pellizze and husband, Patrick; sister, Jan Milner; stepson, Kit Kelley; stepdaughter, Kathi Hancock and husband, Mel; stepson, Chris Kelley; stepson, Kevin Kelley and wife, Michell; stepdaughter, Karin Frame and husband, David; 12 grandchildren; and three great-grandchildren. Memorial service will be held at 10:30 am on Thursday, Jan. 16, at Oakwood Community Church, 11209 Casey Rd., Tampa, FL. The interment will be held at Florida National Cemetery. Visitation for family and friends will be 4:30-7:30 pm on Wednesday, Jan. 15 at Oakwood Community Church. Flowers can be sent to the funeral home or church. Donations can be made to Oakwood Community Church and earmarked for Cuba missions.
Published in the Tampa Bay Times on Jan. 13, 2020

Reunion 2021 Update

In December I met with the event coordinator (Emily) at the Strater Hotel and discussed our upcoming reunion.  At that time I was thinking the first week in June but she told me the cost of rooms would be $200+.  She said if we made it the end of May we could do rooms for $150.00.  We agreed on Memorial Day.  Emily was leaving the Hotel on January 1st and she said the new event coordinator would do the contract and get back to me the middle of January. 
I did not hear from anyone so I contacted the new coordinator ( Danny).  He did not have any of the paper work Emily.  We started over.  Danny sent me a contract quoting room prices from $185.00 to $210.00 per night.  Of course I got upset and explained the agreement with Emily.  Emily was gone and anything she agreed to was also gone.
I contacted the General Manager (Tori) and explained what had occurred and the problem we were having.  She told me Memorial Day was the start of summer and the prices were higher.  We finally agreed to move the dates back one week, May 20-23 and the room prices would be $149.00 per night.  (See my wiping the sweat from my forehead)
We are now set up for May 20-23, 2021.  I have booked 10 rooms for Wednesday and Sunday for those who want to come early and stay Late. 
You can call 800-247-4431 or visit their web site at  Tell them you with the Military Police Sentury Dog reunion.
This is a great historic hotel, that’s why I fought so hard to get a good room rate.  Look at their web  site and you will see the history of the hotel.
I will be talking with the Durango Silverton Railroad about a group rate to do the train ride on Saturday for those who may be interested.  See their web site a
More information will be coming as soon as we get more details.
I can be contacted at or 970-759-2068.
Bob Bousalugh

George F. Runner 212th 70-71 Executive Officer, Commanding Officer

George F. Runner

George F. Runner passed away on September 13, 2019 as a result of a tragic accidental fire at his residence. George was born on November 28, 1946 in Sandusky, Ohio to Dr. Alfred G Runner and Betty L. Runner. George being born on a Thanksgiving day was always reminded by family members for disrupting turkey dinner.

George was a proud graduate of Maumee High School, Class of 1965. During his attendance at Union School Elementary School, George was awarded the MUGS award for being an outstanding student. George, according to friends, was a “teacher’s pet” under the instruction of legendary teacher, Alta Richardson. George never lost his love of Maumee and the quality of life afforded him. On top of his involvement in athletics, scouting, and church activities, George completed the 50 mile challenge that President Kennedy fostered to improve America’s physical fitness. In retrospect, George wished he had not chosen a brutally cold day for his feet.

In George’s younger years, he was an excellent musician focusing on the trombone. During his high school years, he played professionally in a small dance band group with fellow Maumee classmate, George Chapman and John Fedderke. During his one year at the University of Toledo, George was a member of the marching band. George always acknowledged the encouragement and instruction that he received from Maumee band director, Jerry Kiger and Jazz artist, Gene Parker.

George transferred to The Ohio State University where he obtained a bachelors in Arts Degree in Sociology. During his studies, George became involved in the Reserve Officers Training Corps (ROTC), and successfully completed the program leading to an officers commission in the United States Army. Prior to his entry into the Army and the Vietnam War conflict, George began graduate school at The Ohio State University. George was one of the invited students to become involved in the Disaster Research Center. This involvement led to George being stationed in the Gulf Coast area immediately following the devastating Hurricane Camille. His work and the Disaster Center’s involvement were groundbreaking in assessing the impact of disasters on local communities and the implementation of needed programs and assistance to aid these communities in terms of recovery from disasters.

As a result of his ROTC involvement, George proudly served his country in the United States Army. George was assigned to the 212th MP Company and was eventually deployed to Vietnam. On April 11, 1971, George was honorable discharged from the Army with a ranked First Lieutenant.

It would be remiss not to mention the effect of the Vietnam War on George and other veterans. Only in his last few years did George open up concerning the anguish and pain associated with military combat service. The letters to several fallen soldiers’ families caused great trauma and depression to George as their Commanding Officer. Unfortunately, similar to other Vietnam War Veterans, George was too proud to seek counseling to treat those invisible wounds.

On a brighter note, it cannot be denied that George loved the Ohio State University Buckeyes football and athletics. Attending OSU during the Woody Hates era of National Championships ingrained in George a rabid spirit and devotion to Buckeye traditions. Be it Brutus Buckeye, TBDBITL, Hang on Sloopy or Carmen Ohio. George loved fall Saturdays and Ohio State victories.

Upon his return to civilian life, George enrolled at the University of Toledo Law School earning a Juris Doctor Degree in 1975. His admission to the Ohio Bar enabled him to enter private practice with Attorney, Jude Aubrey. George valued the experience, wisdom, and friendship that Jude provided to George from their collaboration.

Subsequently, George found his true passion in the law when he became an Assistant Lucas County Prosecuting Attorney under the leadership of Anthony Pizza. George was a skilled prosecutor who quickly became a senior Prosecutor entrusted with the most serious cases. The highlight of his career was his successful teaming with Curt Posner to convict the serial rapist killer, Anthony Cook, in the murder of Peter Sawicki. Cook was implicated in at least nine murders in Lucas County. Through the determined efforts and trial skills, the Runner-Posner Team Citizens of Lucas County citizens could rest easy that the scourge of community was finally off the streets and behind bars for the rest of Cook’s natural life. George was also lead attorney in the prosecution of environmental violations that threatened the safety of Lucas County Residents.

In additions to his Lucas County service, George was appointed Waterville Solicitor for over twenty years. George’s legacy in Waterville is forever preserved in the green space area in Waterville, now known as Prairie Trail Park. George, under the guidance and support of, Mayors Charles Peyton and Charles Duck, successfully negotiated terms with developers that preserved the natural beauty and environmentally responsible development of land in Waterville. Unlike current developments, in Waterville, substantial portions of land were guaranteed to be designated to be parks for the people. Numerous attempts by developers to avoid their contractual obligations were always met with strong presentation that prioritized the Citizens interests.

As if George was not busy enough, he also served as Prosecutor for the Village of Whitehouse for a period of years. Also, he served many years as an instructor at Owens Community College, providing legal training for many local police officers.

As previously detailed, George was an high energy, high motivation driven individual. Unfortunately, his later years were severely impaired by the insidious disease rheumatoid arthritis. George bravely fought through numerous surgeries, treatments, medications, and therapies in a valiant effort to stem the tide of this progressive debilitating disease. Ultimately, the disease overwhelmed him and was a significant contributing factor in his untimely death. George, a proud man essentially withdrew from life rather than exposing his disabilities to the outside world. The agonizing pain that never abated, is now being suffered by his family and friends who suffer his loss. George’s pain and suffering is now over.

George was not a perfect man. George was prone to impulsiveness and in temperate poor decisions. Yet, his kindness triumphed over his weaknesses. His service to his country and community will be a perpetual testament to his legacy utterly overwhelming any petty references to his life.

“John 8:7 He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.”

“The faults of our loved ones we write upon the sands, their virtues upon the tablets of love and memory”

George was an unique individual whom affected all those that he met in a positive warm manner. George will be greatly cherished and missed by those whom interacted with him. His memory, sense of humor, kindness, and legacy will live on through those who knew and loved him.

George was preceded in death by his parents and cousin, Karl Sammetinger. He is survived by his brother, Raymond A Runner (Carrie Russell); his cousins, Jack Runner (Connie), Sally Foxx (Ron), William Sammetinger (Sharon), Fritz Sammetinger, Julia Merschman (Leo); special cousins, Tracy Peterson (William), Jack Runner (Stephen); and special friend, Larry Albright and his family. George is also survived by his former wife, Laura Runner-Abodeely.

Visitation will be held from 2-8 P.M. on Thursday, September 19, 2019 at Maison-Dardenne-Walker Funeral Home, 501 Conant St., Maumee, Ohio. Burial will be private on Friday, September 20, 2019 at Riverside Cemetery in Maumee, Ohio. In lieu of flowers, memorials for George may be directed to the Maumee Schools Foundation or the Toledo Area Humane Society.

Letter from Raymond A. Runner brother of George F. Runner