Combat Infantry Badge. It is worn above all others

Combat Infantry Badge

Vietnam Service Medal

Vietnam Service Medal

Purple Heart is awarded when Wounded In Action

Purple Heart

Bronze Star

Bronze Star, two awards

Meritorious Service Medal

Meritorious Service Medal

4th Inf. Div.  patch

4th Inf. Div. patch




R. I. P.
Top Revels
Saturday, November 5th, 1932 - Tue 12:30pm, January 23, 2007

"For Those Who Fought For It, Freedom Has A Flavor The Protected Will Never Know."

-- Scrawled on a bunker outside Khe Sahn, RVN


Top and Ellie in an earlier time.
Top and Ellie in an earlier time.
Top fighting a fire.
Here is the picture of Jess fighting a fire in 1984 when he was made firefighter of the year working with the Central Callaway Volunteer Fire Dept.

Jesse in RVN about 1969

Year unkown

Top a little older


Ascension

And if I go, while you’re still here…

Know that I live on,

vibrating to a different measure

behind a thin veil you cannot see through.

You will not see me,

so you must have faith.

I wait for the time when

we can soar together again,

both aware of each other.

Until then, live your life to it’s fullest

and when you need me,

just whisper my name in your heart,

…I will be there

by Colleen C. Hitchcock
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A poem for Jesse by Annie Bacon

Jesse was a quiet man, who listened more than spoke

And when he offered insight, Much thought he would evoke.

The Army was his chosen field, He served for many years,

And while he was in VietNam, He helped calm many fears.

When his years in 'Nam were over, He settled in Missouri

And directed ROT-C training, With little fuss or worry.

Jesse loved the outdoors, He loved to hunt and fish -

To hunt and fish with Jesse, was many young man's wish.

He also loved his woodshop and spent some happy hours

carving things like fish and deer -

His tools had special powers!

In later life, he met a friend he'd known long years ago,

And Ellie Jo became his wife - They liked to go and go!

Jesse touched so many lives while traveling through his own

So many people called him friend, He never was alone.

Now Jesse's tour is over And he's gone to Heaven's gate

Where pain and fear are left behind and everything's first rate.

And though we'll all miss Jesse and his quiet, gentle ways,

The impact he made on our lives will stay with us always.

With love and appreciation for all that he did for his country and everyone you knew.



Top and Ellie at Christmas of 2005


Wednesday, January 31, 2007

About the Life of Jesse E. Revels


He was born November 5th, 1932 in Ontario, WI.  The son of the late Dewey and Blanche (McDaniel) Revels.  On Feb. 14, 1953, he married Helen Muehe.  She preceded him in death on Nov. 19, 1999.  On April 28, 2001, he married Eleanora Sartori in Mt. Horeb, WI.  She survives and as of April 15, she has moved back to Wisconsin.  Survivors also include a son, Edward Dewey Revels of Fulton and daughter, Susan Kay Slaughter of Fulton.  Two stepsons, Michael Mieden and Paul Mieden, both of Barneveld, WI.  Five stepdaughters, Patricia Mieden of Elkhorn, WI, Gail Endres and Mary Parks, both of Blanchardville, WI, and Emma Harris and Laura Vorpahl, both of Oregon, WI. His sister Norma Rabehl of Excelsior WI, six grandchildren; two great-grandchildren, and several nieces and nephews.

Jesse served in the U.S. Army for 20 years, retiring in 1976 as a Master Sergeant.  He was the recipient of two Bronze Stars, a Purple Heart, a Badge for Military Merit, two medals for Meritorious Service and a medal for Service in Vietnam.

He was the instructor for the Westminster College rifle team, "Revels Riflemen", that competed nationwide with honors.  He also coached the Westminster baseball team.  He taught ROTC at Westminster from 1970 to 1976.  He later worked as director of maintenance at Westminster from 1976 to 1988, and as director of maintenance at Fulton State Hospital from 1988 to 1997.  He was a volunteer fireman with the Central Callaway Fire Protection District Station 1 for 25 years and later served on the board.  He was a member of St. Peters Catholic Church in Fulton, MO.





A Poem Written in Memory of Jesse from the Mieden Family
Jesse A Poem Written in Memory of Jesse from the Mieden Family
Category: Writing and Poetry

Jesse

Jesse was a small man, with a large golden heart.
He came into our family and we knew from the start. . . ...

He was going to stay around and be with us for a while.

We could tell by his attitude and his great big smile . . .

He was a simple man who had a great deal of pride

for all of his grandchildren who he adored by his side.

Jesse loved to fish, almost any time of the year

He loved telling stories for all of us to hear.

He loved the outdoors, and air fresh and new.

He enjoyed watching nature under the skies of blue.

Jesse hunted mushrooms, somewhere near the wood.

He was skilled at finding good ones and shared when he could.

He loved the Green Bay Packers, the green and the gold.

He'd cheer them on always - in the heat and the cold.

With his pipe in his hand, he could often be seen . . . .

Telling stories to babies, the old, the young and the teen.

To anyone who would listen, Jesse had a story to share;

about things that had happeed from here to there.

His old Army buddies knew him fondly as "Tops"

And the stories of those days never did stop.

Jesse was the most proud of his time in the VietNam War,

He served his country well, never looked at it as a chore.

He was very patriotic; always glad he had paid his dues;

Hesse was proud of the U.S.A. and the Red, White and Blue.

Jesse loved his family very much, that was always very clear,

He brought happiness to many lives - to many he was dear.

Jesse made Eleanor (Mom) very happy, we all certainly knew that;

They enjoyed spending time together or just having a chat.

We will all miss you, Jesse - we'll miss your constant grin

Save a seat in heaven for all of us, we will see you again.




Jesse in RVN

Men who were at Top's final detail

The men pictured are, from left to right are Gregory Edwards, Jack Leninger, Jim Rice, Rollan Garrison, Larry Burney, and Mark Youngberg all members of "B" co. Lt. Ross also attended the services.


The phone to the church is (573) 642-5562. It is at: 700 State Road Z, Fulton MO 65251.
The funeral took place on Saturday at Saint Peter's Catholic Church. http://www.saintpeterparish.net/church.htm





Top's own words I once got an e-mail that was passed along from man to man. It went like this:

As some of you all know, I've been a soldier stationed in Afghanistan for quite some time now.  Many of you know that I'm posting this from my own home tonight, as I have been permitted to come home for ten days on leave.  It's been a very long time since I've been home. I flew from Afghanistan to Frankfurt via military cargo jet (C-17 for those 'in the know').  The next morning, we got on a commercial flight to Chicago.  I got off the plane, grabbed my big duffel bags and prepared to wait in line for customs.  To my delight, the Customs officers were pulling any soldier-types out of line and passing them through, with a pat on the back and a "welcome home".  I immediately had to re-check my bags for my final flight.  After doing so, I made a beeline outside.  I crossed the street and walked into the snow, the first I'd seen since January 2003, and stood at the base of the American Flag for a second before I finally became overwhelmed and fell to my knees.  I grabbed a double handful of snow and rubbed it all over my face.  When I stood up, I realized there were almost 20 other soldiers with me, all whom had the same idea.  Most of us didn't know each other at all, but for that moment, we were brothers who had been best of friends all our lives.  We decided to head on inside, and one young man, his name was Mike, was still overwhelmed with emotion and he could not stand. Another soldier, a friend of his, went to lift Mike, and I took Mike's other arm. Mike smiled weakly and thanked us. Here's where it gets tough to even tell the story:

Mike's friend said, "You know the saying, Mikey. . . when you can't run anymore you crawl. . ." and before he could say anymore, I finished it for him.  "And when you can't do that anymore, you find someone to carry you."

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