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Fred Manson

Fred Manson


Frederick H. Manson, 52, of Charlottesville, died Thursday, April 5, 2001, in Atlanta, at Emory University Hospital.
He was born Dec. 26, 1948, in Charlottesville, the son of Peter C. and Nancy H. Manson. He is survived by his wife, Valeria Matthews Manson and two daughters, Telside and Nancy; and by his parents and two brothers, Hunter and Bo Manson.
Following two years of college, Fred entered the U.S. Army in 1969, and enlisted in the Warrant Officers' program and became a helicopter pilot.  After training, he was sent to Vietnam in May 1970.  In Vietnam, Warrant Officer Manson flew light observation helicopters on low-level reconnaissance missions, until he was shot down in February 1971.
He received the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart medals.
Although he was disabled by injuries sustained in Vietnam, his positive attitude and determination were an inspiration to all who knew him.
Fred was a member of the Retired Officers’ Association, the Navy League, St. Paul’s Episcopal Church, Ivy, the English Speaking Union, and the Greencroft Club.
A funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. Monday at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Ivy. 
In lieu of flowers, it is suggested that contributions be made to the Disabled American Veterans, 807 Maine Ave. S.W., Washington, D.C. 20024.

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05/16/09 03:39 PM #1    

Stan Maupin

Fred was one of the best all around guys I have ever known. Great athlete, scholar, brave soldier and friend to everyone. I hope he forgave me for dumping sawdust from the broadjump pit into his gym shorts!

06/27/09 12:47 PM #2    

Dexter Williams

Circa spring 1969, I was weighing produce at the Barracks Road A&P and Fred walked in wearing an ankh medallion, a tweed sport coat and blue jeans. I told Fred I was going on active duty in the Navy soon, and Fred said he joined the Army to be a warrant officer and fly helicopters.

Circa fall 1973, I was in the Scott Stadium west lot at a tail gate and saw Fred sitting on a tail gate. He recognized me and told me the story about the helicopter that fell on his head.

RIP, Fred, you gave your all.

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