It is with great sadness that I sit and write this letter about my friend Carl Bennett. Carl and I met in 1984, both of us serving as prior-service Marines with H&S Company, 2d Marine Amphibious Brigade at Camp LeJeune, North Carolina. Fate brought us together then, but now our friendship over those years leads me reflect on what he meant to me.
Over eighteen years ago, I had to leave my beloved home state of Louisiana because of a natural disaster named Katrina.
It was then that I had a chance encounter with Carl on Facebook, where I quickly learned that he was quite the historian and wise country gentleman. I enjoyed reading his content so much that each day I would anxiously log on to see what he was posting.
Through his writing, I learned that he was a true scholar and a man well-versed in history, our Louisiana heritage, and the richness of same. I knew he was a State Trooper, but I didn’t know he was a cattleman, and his extensive knowledge of the logging industry in the West Florida tradition. I found that our families were connected by wars from the American Revolution, War of 1812, and Civil War. I found that our paths through the generations had similar experiences in nearby places and events. As we continued talking about our common heritage, I developed a deeper appreciation of our shared history. As a novice genealogist, I was already steeped in my family history. The more Carl and I shared, the more I realize how intelligent and knowledgeable he was about topics we both enjoyed. I learned about his life and the hardships we both shared in our upbringing, and how the Marine Corps gave us a foundation that we built on. I learned about his volunteer service at the local museum. I also learned about many meaningful things he did for others-teaching young people the ways of country people, appreciation of the simple things in life, and how he carried on these values from those who came before him. I learned how he would post an advertisement for his friend, Mo, selling shrimp on Highway 22. He did a lot of neighborly things for people because of his inherent belief in the “country way”.
I feel a huge hole in my heart that may never be filled. Carl was a rare individual who personified the values of living a life of honesty and integrity. He would comment on the morals of others, and if he didn’t like them, he simply dropped them from the page. I realized that we stayed friends because we shared a common view of the world.
I extend to Mary Lou, the Lil Bennett Gal, Sarah, and the extended family my heartfelt condolences. Because Carl was a man of God, I am assured he will continue to watch over us all until we rejoin. When someone we love dies, the tears we cry are for the joy and happiness he brought into our lives.
Rest in Peace friend, and Semper Fidelis.
Joe Wallace