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Kent D Bragg
December 19, 1943 ~ July 27, 2016 (age 72) 72 Years Old Light a Candle
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Message from Tom Paananen
August 25, 2016 6:26 PM
My condolences to Kent's family. We were shipmates on the Essex and he is remembered as one of the nicest guys I knew. I will remember him fondly and wish his his family my deepest sympathy.
Message from William and Pat fooks
August 19, 2016 10:17 AM
Was a great shipmate. It was joy to work with him. Will miss men like this. God Bless, and may the family be covered in our prayers.
Message from Joe Conroy
August 19, 2016 7:53 AM
I was sorry to receive the news of Kent's passing.
I was a shipmate of his on board the USS Essex. He was very well thought of by the guys in the "IC Gang" both for his work ethic and sense of humor.
My condolences to the family.
I was a shipmate of his on board the USS Essex. He was very well thought of by the guys in the "IC Gang" both for his work ethic and sense of humor.
My condolences to the family.
Message from Louis Popoloski, aka Pop
August 19, 2016 10:37 AM
Kent was such a nice man, once in trouble with a faction of airmen on board the ship, his compartment mates rallied to his side and took care of those hooligan aggressors. As a new man on board, and like many of us, he was sent TAD (Temporary Assignment of Duty). To our luck, he was assigned to us as a compartment cleaner, for three months, our living space never looked so good! He often referred to himself as "Mother booger" by way of his notes posted to us, when we needed to straighten up our sleeping area.
My favorite story of Kent, was when Kent as a compartment cleaner and just prior to one of our most important ship inspections, kept us on our toes keeping everything clean and shiny. Kent took great pride in keeping our tiled deck nice and shined with floor wax. Also his damned aluminum locker door! You see, everyday leading up to this major inspection Kent would spend sometime polishing this aluminum locker door. But the morning of the inspection, his door looked like a mirror! Another sailor, Frank Butcher from New York pointed to it and said that none of us would spend that amount of time putting that kind of a finish on our own locker doors, "Bragg, your making us look bad!" he said. Off to morning chow we go, and when we came back to change into our dressed uniforms, there it was a huge round soot spot right in the middle of Kent's locker door! Frank didn't say a thing but we all knew. When Kent went to clean off that six inch diameter spot, his locker door at best looked just like the rest of the doors!
Later for afternoon lunch, the galley served baloney sandwiches, as the kitchen was almost shut down for this inspection. Frank could make a gourmet sandwich from the inside of a garbage can. A group us us, five or six from the compartment, all sat down together, when Frank went to get his two cups of milk, Kent in a flash, did something to Franks lunch plate, and I don't know what was done, it happened so fast. Several of our group began to elbow each other, as to put each of us on notice to watch Frank Butcher eat. Frank takes his first huge bite out of his sandwich . . . . . . . nothing. Second bite, the bread and lettuce covered with Mayo and Mustard, Frank bites into something like the skin on the baloney on that was in his sandwich. Frank, not to give up, is going to bite through this covering no matter what. Frank grabs his sandwich in a death grip because the baloney is beginning to slide out in a holy mess. Now we are all watching Frank while Kent notices nothing. Frank is pulling and pulling with his teeth clenched on to this thing that is now three inches out of the sandwich. Now there are more of the sailors watching, and what ever it was stretching out finally snaps out and smacks Frank from his nose to his eye brows, it was covered in mayonnaise and mustard mixed, most disgusting thing we ever saw, why? The thing was an unraveled condom that Kent had slipped into Frank's sandwich. Frank never lived it down, and probably to this day, Frank has not eaten another baloney sandwich! This is one of my favorite ship board stories. Pop
My favorite story of Kent, was when Kent as a compartment cleaner and just prior to one of our most important ship inspections, kept us on our toes keeping everything clean and shiny. Kent took great pride in keeping our tiled deck nice and shined with floor wax. Also his damned aluminum locker door! You see, everyday leading up to this major inspection Kent would spend sometime polishing this aluminum locker door. But the morning of the inspection, his door looked like a mirror! Another sailor, Frank Butcher from New York pointed to it and said that none of us would spend that amount of time putting that kind of a finish on our own locker doors, "Bragg, your making us look bad!" he said. Off to morning chow we go, and when we came back to change into our dressed uniforms, there it was a huge round soot spot right in the middle of Kent's locker door! Frank didn't say a thing but we all knew. When Kent went to clean off that six inch diameter spot, his locker door at best looked just like the rest of the doors!
Later for afternoon lunch, the galley served baloney sandwiches, as the kitchen was almost shut down for this inspection. Frank could make a gourmet sandwich from the inside of a garbage can. A group us us, five or six from the compartment, all sat down together, when Frank went to get his two cups of milk, Kent in a flash, did something to Franks lunch plate, and I don't know what was done, it happened so fast. Several of our group began to elbow each other, as to put each of us on notice to watch Frank Butcher eat. Frank takes his first huge bite out of his sandwich . . . . . . . nothing. Second bite, the bread and lettuce covered with Mayo and Mustard, Frank bites into something like the skin on the baloney on that was in his sandwich. Frank, not to give up, is going to bite through this covering no matter what. Frank grabs his sandwich in a death grip because the baloney is beginning to slide out in a holy mess. Now we are all watching Frank while Kent notices nothing. Frank is pulling and pulling with his teeth clenched on to this thing that is now three inches out of the sandwich. Now there are more of the sailors watching, and what ever it was stretching out finally snaps out and smacks Frank from his nose to his eye brows, it was covered in mayonnaise and mustard mixed, most disgusting thing we ever saw, why? The thing was an unraveled condom that Kent had slipped into Frank's sandwich. Frank never lived it down, and probably to this day, Frank has not eaten another baloney sandwich! This is one of my favorite ship board stories. Pop
A candle was lit by Diana Bonewitz Sell
on August 1, 2016 12:07 AM
Message from Ronald Myers
July 31, 2016 7:16 PM
My sincere condolences to the family, will always remember him as the HHS athletic star he was.
A candle was lit by Cheryl (Dalrymple) Warner
on July 31, 2016 7:13 PM
A candle was lit by Ron Myers
on July 31, 2016 7:10 PM
Message from Jim Waggoner
July 31, 2016 7:03 PM
Sorry to hear about Kent. We did lots of ball playing and other things at or near Lincoln school in the 50's.
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