William Edmund Lisenby
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William Edmund Lisenby, 75, of Chesterfield, S.C., formerly of Havelock, died Friday, June 13, 2008, at his home

His service will be at a later date, with final entombment in Arlington National Cemetery.

Born April 24, 1933, in Greensboro, N.C., "Wild Bill" ran off to join the Marines at 17. The years of shooting squirrels and rabbits paid off in his military career as the Marines took advantage of his keen eye and marksmanship and trained him for sniper and ordinance duties. A decorated veteran of the Korean and Vietnam wars, Capt. Lisenby quickly rose in rank and responsibility. A member of the world-renowned Marine Corps Rifle team, Captain Lisenby kept shooting well into his 70s competing and excelling in 1000-yard long-distance shooting events. Earning his doctor of chiropractic degree in 1976, he was a practicing chiropractor until his recent retirement. A master gunsmith, "Doc" was an avid hunter, fisherman and member of the Southern Riders Motorcycle Club

He is survived by his wife, the former Cindy Taylor of the home; his daughter, Valerie Lisenby Potter of Newport; and his grandchildren, William Robert Potter and Rachel Anne Potter of Newport.

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Published in Sun Journal from Jun. 14 to Jun. 17, 2008.
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June 28, 2008
Doc was a great man. I got to know him through NAFEX. I found out that we had an interest in shooting...although he was about a thousand times better at it. I will always be grateful for the help he gave me as I mastered reloading centerfire rifle ammo.
Joe Hecksel
June 25, 2008
Doc was a hell of a man. He always was there with supportive comments, keen of wit, and gracious in demeanor. My world is a little dimmer with his passing. Tonight I toast in the memory of a friend. And ol' Doc would not even recognize my real name, so I'll sign with my "net" persona. I’ll miss you my friend.
the fluffy bunny
June 24, 2008
I got to know Doc through the North American Fruit Explorers discussion group. He was always generous in sharing his horticultural knowledge and later, when we found that we were both Vietnam War veterans, we found our mutual concerns about the effect Agent Orange and other chemicals used in warfare continue to affect veterans. I am glad I got to know Doc and am saddened by his passing.
Sam Brungardt
June 24, 2008
Doc was a gracious friend who freely shared his knowledge and his plant materials - gifts that will live on with others although he is no longer with us.
Although I never met him in person, he was a kindred spirit,
and reminded me very much of my own departed father - two men whom I can only aspire to emulate as I journey into maturity.
I mourn his passing, and identify with the sense of loss felt by his
family and friends.
My thoughts and prayers are with you.
Lucky Pittman
June 23, 2008
E-Mail Friend and trees friend. Met at NAFEX (National Fruit Exploreres
Gordon C. Nofs
I missed your e-mails for the last few months, and feared what had happened.
Gordon Nofs
June 23, 2008
Doc was a wonderful person , I had the pleasure of him teaching me some of his judo skills. at the time he was around 65 years old and could throw me around like I really wasnt 200 lbs but 10 lbs
Wayne Melton
June 18, 2008
When I am dead, my dearest

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

By Christina Rossetti
The Poetry Foundation

Valerie Lisenby Potter
June 18, 2008
Be Still

Be still like the grass on a melancholy summer day
Be still like desert shrub.

Be calm and you will hear your loved one speak, in the stillness, in the calm, their love resounds.

If you are still this promise I make, you will hear the voice of your loved one helping you along your way.

Denise Doman
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