In Memory of and a Tribute to
James Ralph Spletstoser
July 02, 1927 - August 21, 2016
Cochran, GA – James "Tony the Old tiger" Spletstoser, age 89,
died Sunday, August 21, 2016, in Fairview Park Hospital in
Dublin, GA.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, August 27, 2016 at
11:00 A.M. at Mathis Funeral Home with visitation from 9:30
until time for the service at the funeral home. Burial will be
private.
Mr. Spletstoser is survived by his children; Yva L'Heureux,
Kathryn Spletstoser, James Spletstoser, Anton Spletstoser,
Nicola Spletstoser, Hai Spletstoser, and step-son Phouc Huynh
(Jimmy) as well as his 15 grandchildren. He is predeceased by
his wives, Hoa Kim Huynh, Frances Crockett and beloved
daughter Nicole.
James AKA “Tony the Tiger” Spletstoser was a veteran of World
War II, having enlisted in the United States Navy at the age
of 17.
He served in the United States Navy from 1943 to 1946 as an
electrician's mate aboard an LST in the Pacific Theater of
Operations.
After the war he worked as a radio and TV repairman in
Florida.
In the 1950s and early 60s he worked for the government in
Alaska, helping to setup the microwave communications system
to improve communications throughout the state. He worked in
Grand Bahama on communication systems used by NASA during the
early days of the space program. After returning to Florida,
he was an employee of the Telephone Company, where he made
many lifelong friends.
He then worked in Vietnam for four years doing various jobs
ranging from an aviation mechanic
to battle damage assessment photographer for Aberdeen
Proving Grounds.
During this time he became associated with several
aviation units including the 135th Assault Helicopter Co.
(the EMUs) and D Troop 3/5th D/ Light Horse.
In 1972 he returned to the United States and worked in
avionics at Robins Air Force Base where he continued to work
for 43 years before retiring at the age of 85.
In his free time, James was an avid outdoors-man. He enjoyed
hunting and fishing in and around his 100 acre farm.
He was also an aviator and had owned and flown a number
aircraft over the years ranging from 45 hp ultralights to a
2000 hp war-bird.
His pride and joy was an F4U Corsair, which now resides at
Pensacola Naval Aviation Museum.
He loved telling stories. He often talked about how his high
school, West Palm Beach High School, had many famous people
graduate from it including; George Hamilton, Chris Noel, and
Burt Reynolds. He took a shop class there and they had surplus
P-39 Air-Cobras to work on as projects.
These airplanes are now worth millions of dollars, and he and
his classmates would see who could really wreck an engine.
Much of his high school career he admits he didn't take
studying seriously, he was, as he put it, “More interested in
chasing skirts than reading books.”
He would tell us of the many times “someone was looking out
for him,” such as when he drove over an improvised land mine
in Vietnam and it didn't explode.
Or when he crashed an airplane in a canal near his home in
Florida and came out without a scratch.
Then, again in Vietnam, a cafe he was in was bombed by the VC,
but instead of landing on the veranda where he was sitting the
tossed bomb bounced off the railing and fell back into the
street below. He told us of the friends he had made and the
friends he had lost in the aviation units he worked with.
Stories of his travels to Singapore, Hong Kong, and Tokyo. His
life read like an adventure novel and he loved to share his
experiences.
His greatest joy was watching his family and friends enjoy the
outdoors at the family farm.
Leaving behind years worth of fond memories of hunting and
fishing for many family and friends.
He was an active man and had already planned to hunt this
coming deer season, but from a ground blind instead of a tree
stand as he had up to last year.
He loved dogs and would tell us about his favorites he had
owned over the years.
He also loved horses, and though he no longer rode them he
still owned and cared for five of them.
He loved and was loved by many and will be missed.
A
few photos of Tony