Remembering a life lived with grace and dignity.
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George D. Navadel passed away on 9 December 2025, leaving behind a legacy of honor, service,
devotion, and love that spans family, faith, and country. He is survived by the love of his life,
Lori, his wife and partner of more than 60 extraordinary years, a marriage defined by
unwavering commitment, shared adventure, mutual respect, and deep affection. Together they
built a life anchored in faith, family, and purpose.
George is also survived by their children, George, Stacy, Stephen, David, and Helen; eight
grandchildren, Michael, Lorilee, Sean, George Max, Christian, Alyssa, Savana, and David; and
two great-grandchildren, Annabelle and Johnathan. He is also survived by his beloved brother,
John J. Navadel, with whom he shared a lifelong and close relationship marked by near-weekly
phone calls, mutual respect, and enduring brotherhood. To them, he was not only a patriarch, but
a teacher, protector, storyteller, and constant presence—a father and grandfather whose quiet
strength, humility, and steady guidance shaped lives across generations.
From an early age, George embodied discipline, humility, and quiet determination. Educated at
Saint Joseph’s Collegiate Institute in Buffalo, he worked his way through school with resolve
and ingenuity—serving lunches, cleaning classrooms, painting houses, and running snack
counters—never seeking advantage, only opportunity. A devoted student and athlete, he
balanced academics, football, and track while supporting himself financially, earning respect
through effort rather than ease. Those who truly knew him recognized his leadership long before
titles followed; to his surprise, he was elected Senior Class President and later awarded a four-
year NROTC scholarship to the University of Notre Dame. It was during those formative years
that George revealed the qualities that would define his life: resilience without complaint,
leadership without arrogance.
Born on 22 July 1936 in Buffalo, New York, George graduated from the University of Notre
Dame in 1958 and was commissioned as an officer in the United States Marine Corps,
embarking on a 30-year career that culminated in the rank of Colonel. Early in his career, he
served at Marine Barracks, 8th & I, including duty as an aide in support of President John F.
Kennedy, an assignment reflecting exceptional trust, professionalism, and discretion. He later
served two combat tours in Vietnam and held numerous command and leadership positions
across the Corps, including Regimental Commander, 1st Marine Regiment; Commanding
Officer, Marine Barracks/Ground Defense Force, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba; and Battalion
Commander, 2nd Battalion, 6th Marines, among many others.
George was a Marine’s Marine—a leader whose authority came not from rank alone, but from
character, competence, and care for those he led. He demanded excellence, shared hardship, and
never asked of his Marines what he was unwilling to give himself. His decorations reflect valor
and sustained excellence, including the Silver Star, two Bronze Stars with “V”, Legion of Merit,
Combat Action Ribbon, Presidential Unit Citation, Republic of Vietnam Service Medal, National
Defense Service Medal, Republic of Vietnam Campaign Medal, Navy Commendation Medal,
Joint Service Commendation Medal, and Armed Forces Parachutist Badge. Yet those who served
with him knew that his greatest pride was not in medals, but in the Marines who walked away
stronger, more confident, and better prepared for life because of his leadership.
At the heart of George’s life was his devotion to Lori. Their marriage was a true
partnership—one of shared adventure, laughter, faith, and resilience. Wherever duty or
opportunity took them, they built a home rooted in warmth and welcome. Together they
cultivated family traditions centered on time together, often on the water, where fishing became
less about the catch and more about presence, patience, and connection. Over the years, those
moments expanded from quiet outings to multi-generational adventures filled with storytelling,
humor, and joy. George took great pride in watching his children and grandchildren discover the
same love for family, nature, and perseverance—always happiest when everyone was together
and asking what came next.
After retiring from the Marine Corps, George began a second career with Pacifica Services,
where he wrote bid proposals and managed major projects, including work supporting the
Rebuild LA efforts and serving as Project Manager at Plant 42 in Palmdale, California. He later
dedicated nearly two decades to education as a substitute teacher at Rancho Buena Vista High
School, where he taught math and sciences, supported cross-country meets as a track clerk, and
participated in the Ranch Revues. Known for wearing ties matching the subject of the day, “Mr.
Navadel” approached teaching with the same preparation, pride, and care that defined his
military service. He believed deeply in young people and took genuine joy in their growth and
success.
George was also the author of A Rifle Company’s Tail, India 3/9. More than a combat history,
the book stands as a testament to his lifelong belief in service before self. Its dedication
embodies the principle by which he lived:
"This work is dedicated to those who gave of themselves—completely and without
reservation—for others. To the Marines and Corpsmen who stood shoulder to shoulder in the
hardest moments, to those who paid the ultimate price, and to those who returned home forever
changed." It honors not only acts of recognized valor, but also the countless quiet acts of courage,
loyalty, and sacrifice that were never recorded and never sought recognition. Above all, it is
dedicated to the families who bore the weight of that service, and to the enduring bond among
those who serve something greater than themselves.
That sentiment defined George’s life. Whether as a Marine, husband, father, teacher, or friend,
he lived for others—steadfast, principled, and selfless. He was a man of faith and a devoted
member of St. Mark’s Catholic Church, carrying his values into every role he assumed.
George D. Navadel leaves behind far more than memories. He leaves a standard. A model of
leadership grounded in humility. A vision of marriage rooted in devotion. A legacy of fatherhood
defined by presence, patience, and love. He was the kind of man others aspire to be—and the
kind of father and husband all hope to emulate.
George will be laid to rest at Arlington National Cemetery at a later date (TBA).
In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to the Rancho Buena Vista High
School Baseball Team. (see donation section)
Silver Star write up https://valor.militarytimes.com/recipient/recipient-40866/
RBV Retirement video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCeKEqA9b_8
Vista Heroes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcB2JJc22XA
You can contribute to the memory of George D. Navadel by adding to his webpage on Online Tribute- www.online-tribute.com/GeorgeDNavadel
Eulogy
Eulogy for George D. Navadel
I’m not sure how far I’ll get,
but I want to say a few words about my dad.
To me, my father was my compass.
He showed me—every day—what it meant to be a man of honor, a husband of devotion, a father of presence, and a Marine who never forgot who he served.
If I had to describe him in just a few words, it would be these:
• He lived for others, not himself.
• He led quietly, by example.
• And he loved his family completely.
Dad never sought recognition. He believed that if you did your duty—really did it—the results would speak for themselves. Whether he was leading Marines, teaching students, or simply sitting at the table with family, he brought the same steady discipline, humility, and care. That consistency was his strength.
One of the things that defined my father was how deeply he respected responsibility. Responsibility to Country. Responsibility to family. Responsibility to the people entrusted to him. He wore that responsibility lightly—but he carried it fully.
At the center of his life was my mother.
Dad loved Mom with a devotion that never wavered. Sixty-one years of marriage is not an accident—it’s a choice, made every day. He protected her, respected her, and built a life with her that gave all of us a foundation of stability and love.
Mom, on behalf of Dad, and on behalf of all of us: we love you, we honor you, and we will take care of you—always.
Dad was also the anchor of our family.
To my brother and sisters, to our children and grandchildren, he wasn’t just a father or grandfather—he was a constant presence. A teacher. A storyteller. A quiet force who made you feel safe just by being there. He believed deeply in family, and he made sure we always knew where we belonged.
That bond—what he and Mom built—will outlast all of us.
After a long and wonderful life of selfless service and sacrifice for the betterment of others, the older Marine decided we were ready.
Ready to take over and stand the watch.
Ready to carry the responsibility forward.
Dad, we accept that responsibility.
We will honor your example.
We will take care of one another.
And we will make you proud.
Fair winds and following seas, Dad.
To a father, a husband, a grandfather, and a great-grandfather.
Your duty is done.
Your love remains.
And you will always be at our side.
Semper Fidelis – I Love you, Pops.
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It was through George's old radioman, Jim Burghardt, that our paths first crossed two decades ago. Our connection was unconventional, with me in England and George in the USA, yet the bond we forged was steadfast. Despite never meeting face to face, through our conversations over the telephone and via emails we became good friends.
George, a veteran who had penned the compelling 'A Rifle Company’s Tale’ about his time in Vietnam, became not just a friend but a mentor in my own historical pursuit. His keen eye for detail guided me as I crafted the history of the Marines at An Hoa Combat Base. This was the teacher in George.
I was fortunate to lean on George's wealth of knowledge, allowing his research to enrich my narrative. His generosity in sharing manuscripts, providing feedback, and even acknowledging my wife Ruth's editing prowess with a simple, 'Ruth will sort it,' showcased his humility and genuine camaraderie.
As I reflect on the impact George had on my life and my writing, I realise the profound loss his passing brings. His legacy will forever endure in the stories we shared and the bond we forged across continents. Farewell, dear friend. May you rest in peace, knowing that you touched lives in ways beyond measure with your time in the Marines, and your work as a teacher at the Rancho Buena Vista High School.
Finally, I would like to extend our heartfelt condolences to Lori and family.
Alan & Ruth Waugh, England
Friends, family, fellow Marines, we are gathered here today with heavy hearts, but also with profound respect, to honor the life and legacy of a true American hero: Colonel George Navadel.
To most, he was Colonel Navadel. To the Marines he led, he was the embodiment of unwavering resolve in the face of danger, serving as the steadfast, unmoving foundation others could depend on. To his family and friends, he was simply George, a man whose quiet strength spoke volumes.
A Life of Service and Valor
Colonel Navadel’s story is deeply connected to the history of the United States Marine Corps. He was a man of his time, answering the call of duty without hesitation. His service during the Vietnam War highlights his courage, tactical skill, and strong commitment to his men.
He faced the crucible of war with an exceptional mix of grit and compassion. He was known for leading from the front, sharing the hardships of every march, and bearing the burden of every decision. It was in the relentless jungles and rice paddies of Vietnam that he cemented his place in Marine lore. His actions, often beyond the call of duty, saved countless lives and earned him decorations that reflect his extraordinary heroism. But if you asked George about his medals, he would always shift the focus. He would say that the real honor was the men he served with, the brotherhood—the steel-forged bond—that defined his life.
"The true measure of a man's courage is not how he stands in victory, but how he stands in the face of inevitable challenge." — A sentiment George lived by
The Man Behind the Uniform
When the wars ended, Colonel Navadel carried the same discipline, integrity, and honor into his civilian life. He was a dedicated husband, a strong father, and a valued friend. His leadership lessons, refined in combat, became guiding principles for his family. He taught them the importance of commitment, the need for preparation, and the value of seeing a mission through to the end.
Integrity: His word was his bond, absolute and unwavering.
Humility: Despite his storied career, he never sought the limelight.
Endurance: He faced every challenge—military or personal—with quiet, steely resolve.
He carried the weight of his experiences, like all combat veterans do, but he never allowed that burden to define his future. He spent his retirement years teaching high school mathematics and mentoring young people, making sure they received the support and guidance they needed. He knew that service doesn't end when the uniform comes off.
Semper Fidelis
Colonel Navadel dedicated his life to serving his God, his country, and his Corps with distinction. He lived by the Marine motto, Semper Fidelis—Always Faithful.
Today, as we remember his life, let us focus more on celebrating the extraordinary life he led than on mourning his passing. Let us honor his memory by embodying the virtues he demonstrated: courage, duty, and steadfast loyalty to what is right.
We salute you, Colonel. You have earned your rest. Your duty is complete. You have slipped the surly bonds of earth to stand guard on a higher post. May we all strive to live with the same honor.
Semper Fi.
Jack Riley and his Marines from 3rd Battalion, 9th Marines, Vietnam
A tribute by R.C. Wooten
George and I met at Rancho Buena Vista High School one morning as we both stood by to receive our substitute teacher assignment for the day. He was seated on a bench as I walked up, and we both caught each other’s eye at the same time. We looked at each other with the knowing eyes of an inspector. Without a word being spoken it only took about five seconds for each of us to realize that we were looking at a former Marine. I stepped up and introduced myself, took a seat beside George and in about 30 seconds we were best friends. In short order we discovered that we were both Marine officers, infantrymen, and Viet Nam veterans.
I did not have the honor to serve with George in the Marine Corps. He had fought in what was arguably the most intense combat of the Viet Nam war. I have always thought that I would have been a better officer had I been blessed with his tutelage. That didn’t stop him, however, as he provided me with guidance and advice when I stumbled or needed advice with matters at the high school. For me George was a gentleman warrior, and George saw me as a highly strung cowboy that he was destined to groom along with all the other students. I loved him for that. Even I wasn’t beyond redemption. We both grew together and began to apply our Marine Corps leadership to our students. It was amazing to see how the students embraced our way of teaching.
I told my wife many times that when I grew up, I wanted to be like George. She would then subtly remind me that that ship had probably sailed. She was right but I am a better man for knowing George. Maybe a gentleman cowboy. With that in mind here is a cowboy’s lament. George would understand. This lament is engraved on the urn I made for myself out of two 105mm howitzer rounds.
A COWBOY’S LAMENT
From the soft warm summer grass,
To the cold hard winter ground,
We pass between these two eternities,
With nothing left behind but our deeds.
George left deeds a-plenty that will live on in the minds of all in his family circle, those who served with him, friends and the students that he taught. He was an unforgettable force.
At the high school he was everywhere and into everything. He and I were asked one day to help with a very large and involved test of all the students except the seniors. It took a week to administer the test. We both said sure and went to the testing room where the tests were organized and given to the appropriate teachers who gave the tests to the students in the teachers’ classrooms. When we arrived, we discovered that the testing room was about 12 x 18 feet with mountains of tests scatted on the floor and 15 or so helpers. George and I were stunned and immediately began bringing order to the chaos. When the tests were over and the dust settled the principle asked George if he and I would like to do it again next year. George said sure but only if George, one assistant principle and I ran it. They hesitated but said OK. George and I reorganized everything and ran it without a hitch for years until the test was discontinued. This test was not easy to administer, and George and I would have to work like dogs to get it all done. Once a year while sweating and grinding out these tests George would suddenly jump up from his chair and with booming voice and with full body animation recite from memory Lord Tennison’s poem “The Charge of the Light Brigade”. “Cannons to the right of us, cannons to the left of us, cannons to the front of us, onward rode the 600!” While he performed all this the door to the testing room was open as usual with all manner of students walking by. By the time he finished the doorway would be full of student faces with their eyes and mouths wide open with that look of “What is going on?” As George finished the poem, I would jump to my feet, and we would sing at the top of our voices the French National Anthem “La Marseillaise” in perfect two-part harmony. We chose this song because it was the only one we both knew besides “The Marines Hymn.” When we finished the students would all clap and go about their business and George and I would sit down and continue to work like nothing had happened. This occurred spontaneously every year.
It didn’t stop here, however, as Geoge stopped by my room one day and said, “Hey Bob, can ya stay after school and help me officiate the track meet.” I said, “Sure.” and we continued this task for every home track meet until we retired from the school.
George also was a permanent fixture at the student union where the students’ made signs and decorated the school for different events throughout the year. He also loved participating in the teacher review where the teachers put on a show of their personal talents for the students. George was in the group dance review.
Most importantly, every once in a while, when I was walking from here to there, I would see George outside a classroom with a most disgruntled and animated student. He would be talking to the student in his firm grandfatherly way, and you could see the energy draining from the student as their chin slowly lower until it almost rested on their chest. Once again George had gotten through as he led the student back into the classroom. He didn’t need to call security. He was the answer.
I believe that George’s most favorite day was Saint Patrick’s day. While not Irish, George embraced the Irish tradition as he attended Notra Dame. On this special day he always wore green and made a celebration of it at school. One day I came to school with the results of my ancestry test. I proudly announced that I was more Irish than he was as my test showed that I was mostly Norse but 25% Irish! George looked up at me from his desk with the look of a calculating Leprechaun and said, “Well Laddy, I guess that explains a lot now doesn’t it.” We both laughed. In celebration of George’s love of the Irish I offer an Irish Blessing.
AN IRISH BLESSING
May the road rise up to meet ya,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sunshine be warm upon yer face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold ya in the palm of his hand.
One more thing that George and I shared was our love of history and the old ways. We both read history voraciously, then shared what we had learned. George was always giving me titles of books he had found, and I would acquire them for future reading. This drew us even closer together as brothers…him being the older brother. With
I was lucky to produce a podcast for our school for 10 years and I had the chance to interview him in 2017. The theme of the podcast that month was “Service” and it would be impossible to find a person better qualified. The interview starts at about 25 minutes if you would like to hear him.
Respect the Ranch Podcast, 2017, “Service”
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1p-2jJyTQEoAOwS1g9aviDyS-t4T1uWtI/view?usp=sharing
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