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Phil Coyle

I grew up in Philadelphia living with my mother, sister and my mother’s parents, since my father died when I was two years old from a heart attack. Since my grandfather was a fanatic Phillies fan, he schooled me on baseball every chance he got. Eventually, I got good enough to make the All-Star team in the junior league and got to play at Connie Mack stadium. After a year at LaSalle College, I got a principal appointment to West Point and joined the class of 1969. I enjoyed my time at West Point, both academically and physically, which enabled me to select my first choice for a branch as Field Artillery, and for assignment as Augsburg, Germany. 

There I met my wife, Marianne, who was teaching in the DOD school in Augsburg. We married before I left Augsburg and spent 49 years together, producing four children and seven grandchildren. We enjoyed every assignment in the army from Korea to Fort Sill to Georgia Tech, teaching in the Math Department at West Point, back to Germany, onto the Navy Command and Staff College at Newport, Rhode Island, and back to Fairfax, Virginia for my final eight years in the army, totaling 23 years. Staying in Fairfax, I spent 24 years working as a contractor on army contracts. During all of my time in the army and then retirement, I managed to find a noon-time basketball game to keep in shape. My passion after I was no longer able to play Basketball (after 2 knee replacements) has been Golf, which has kept me busy twice a week until today. I have been active in the Knights of Columbus and the St. John Neumann church in Reston, Virginia, as chief usher.

  • Men in Red Sashes
    My story was about how my attitude was formed as I met the man in the red sash.  After about 4 times being directed to pick up and then drop my suitcase, I noticed that the man in the red sash had to bite his lip to keep from smiling (or laughing).  At that point,… Read more: Men in Red Sashes

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