Jeff Cooper: The Most Influential Marine You’ve Never Heard Of – Leatherneck Magazine by Barrett Tillman
Article used with permission from Leatherneck Magazine and the Author, Barett Tillman
Recent Correspondence from one of our Contributors
Recent correspondence from one of our Contributors:
Lindy,
Our country had been shackled in 1938 by A.H., only to see itself be engulfed by the ever so hungry red beast from the east. The iron curtain and the totalitarian regime kept such a strong squeeze on our throats that we did not know what George Lucas’ Star Wars was, the information simply could not penetrate through. Despite this most unpleasant reality, I managed to find a strange name with butchered up spelling in numerous military and LE instruction books of that era. The materials were taught to the troops and police personnel. The man in the black and white photographs demonstrated proper firearm grip with the finger strictly off the trigger. The environment around him looked like a desert. The misspelled name of that individual read “Džef Kůpr”.
This year we get to celebrate Gunsite’s 50th anniversary. To the Czechoslovakians, that is ten years longer than the Soviets managed to hold us hostage with the aid of 20+ million active soldiers strong.
Such is the power of the Raven!
-Lukáš Rozkovec
Growing up Cooper – Part 2
Growing Up Cooper – Part 2
Along with the questions I am so often asked about my father, I can share with anyone who may be interested some aspects of his character that are not part of the normal dialogue regarding Jeff Cooper.
1. He was a good singer.
Dad could not only carry a tune without accompaniment, he could harmonize at will. He had a good ear for music and a very nice baritone singing voice. As a family of five, we learned two pieces that we sang often. One was the Orchestra Song, where Dad was the tympani. Mom started it off as the violin. Christy and Parry were the clarinet and the trumpet and I was the horn———–only one note since I was the youngest and that was the easiest part to handle. Dad joined last as the tympani and we ended in a lovely five-part harmonic note. Such fun.
The second piece we sang as a family was Hark, How the Bells (Carol of the Bells) at Christmastime. I remember learning this together in the upstairs office portion of the local Catholic church in Big Bear. I do not know how that came about, but I enjoyed singing it immensely and the last sustained note was the lowest of the entire song, held by Dad. Lovely.
The American Handgunner – May/June 1977 – Gunsite – The Intensive Combat Handgun Course
Courtesy of American Handgunner Magazine, www.americanhandgunner.com
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The American Handgunner – March/April 1977 – American Pistol Institute
Courtesy of American Handgunner Magazine, www.americanhandgunner.com
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The American Handgunner – Gunsite Staff Report – 1977
Courtesy of American Handgunner Magazine, www.americanhandgunner.com
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