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David Lindberg
Steve Lindberg
May 29th, 1961 - December 9th, 2016
May 29th, 1961 - December 9th, 2016
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Jeanne Reitan
It took me a while to post on here. No words can express how I feel. Loved you yesterday, today and all of the tomorrows Steve. Thank you for some of the best years of my life. Cheers to you up above until we meet again.
Siyue Pan Lindberg
One more angel
John Herron
(...continued) “Lindy” would launch off the Enterprise on the darkest nights with rolling seas, and his crew knew they would return with a safe and successful arrested landing. We all understood “Lindy” was cool under pressure. As for myself, I remember one dark night in particular when it took four attempts, then aerial refueling, before I successfully arrested on my fifth try. We call that a “night in the barrel”. After being debriefed, Steve welcomed me to our stateroom and reassured me my flying abilities were still intact and I just had a bad night. I was served an adult beverage from a bountiful stash that magically found its way into our stateroom. Steve Lindberg is one of the most thoughtful people I have ever known. He visited my parents, and before departing he graciously gifted a tree for their yard. And that tree still grows in South Jersey, where Steve is often thought of with fond memories there and everywhere else he went. My friendship with “Lindy” is always with me. I will pass along his kindness, authenticity, and drive to my son. You see – Steve is the kind of person that stays with us forever. Man he lived......John Herron “Wally”........“Those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near. Still loved, still missed and very dear.” “Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.” An Irish poem
Mark Caren
I was Steve’s Commanding Officer while he was a pilot in VAQ-135. I will always remember his love of life and pursuit of fun. “Lindy” was typically joined in this exercise by his best friend in the squadron, John “Wally” Herron (see his comments below). These two guys really added a youthful spirit and made life in the squadron so much more palatable for the rest of us. As a pilot, Lindy was a natural and gifted professional. It is not easy landing on an aircraft carrier with a pitching deck on an overcast night, and he always oozed a sense of confidence that calmed the rest of us. Being a naval flight officer and not a pilot myself, he was my choice to pilot the most difficult missions because I knew he would make the best decisions. Looking back this past 25 years from when I was there, it is hard for me to believe he’s gone. For those of us he touched, he lives on as a reminder of the best of times. My sympathies go out to his son and brother; I urge you to live like he did. Sincerely, Mark Caren
John Herron
Steve and I flew and lived together while we served in the United States Navy. Our service included combat during Operation Praying Mantis in Iran territorial waters aboard the USS Enterprise. Steve was one of the finest pilots I have ever flown with because he was intense when needed but always calm, and he was respected because of this. I also respected Steve because he had humility, he was a superb athlete and tremendous skier, he had a zest for excitement, he was a successful officer who cared for sailors he served, he was a thought-provoking writer, and he was a genuine friend. “Lindy” was real. When “liberty call” blared throughout the USS Enterprise, and liberty boats launched for shore, there was no question fun was at hand. On more than one occasion, we joined our boundless energies and went out on a tear – a real adventure. At a small family restaurant in Thailand, when asked what he wanted to eat, “Lindy” responded: “What’s the hottest thing you have?” He then proceeded to eat every bite. At sea, we flew attack jets fast and very low. On a section flight I asked to “fly-by” the French aircraft carrier Clemenceau. The request was granted, and we split into combat spread formation at full power. I zoomed just ahead and slightly below the top of the bridge. “Lindy” was on the other side of the bridge – lower. We snow-skied downhill on fresh snow between the switchbacks of a winding road at a ski resort – in boxer briefs and nothing else. (continued...)
Jim Korin
First off and most important David, my condolences to you...I know how close you were to Steve and how important you two were to each other. To you, Steve's Son and other loved ones our thoughts and prayers are with you. I met Steve back in the fifth grade. He was from the west coast and I heard that he was a hockey player. I thought ....right....they don't play hockey in CA. At tryouts Steve was such an accomplished skater they used him to demonstrate drills for the tryouts. In Fridley we quickly learned that they played hockey on the west coast! Steve was skilled at pretty much anything that required hand eye coordination and there was no doubt in my mind that when he went into the armed services to fly he would be a top gun (thanks for confirming that John). Steve didn't do anything half way...he was an all in guy and that made him a lot of fun. Many of the stories are better told face to face and not go down in writing but one story that still amazes me took place at his first home on Puget Sound. I went out to spend a few days with steve. Had a flight back home at 1. We went into town and hung out most of the day and got back to his house around 5pm....we started drinking and listening to tunes and just hanging out...sometime later I noticed my flight was at 1AM not 1PM and I started trying to figure out how I could change my flight and how much it was going to cost (we didn't have a lot of money back then)!! Steve looked at the time and said "I can get you there". I knew we had been drinking and told Steve we couldn't possibly make it and he shouldn't take that risk. The challenge was on....he figured to get there we had to average 70mph. We were flying down the hiway coming over the hill and coming the other way was a cop. We went over the hill as the cop passed us. About a quarter mile down the road Steve saw a road, turned to the right, immediately did a 180 and turned his right turn signal on ( I was thinking what the hell are you doing). The cop came flyi
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