Sheldon "Shelley" N. Goth

The volunteers, flight team and board of Badger Honor Flight mourn the loss of their hero, Sheldon Goth. We are thankful for his military service and proud to have served him on his trip to Washington, D.C. on May 21, 2016.

Dad you left a hole in my heart that can never be filled . I love you and miss you so much. I would like to thank my coworkers and bosses at Engineering Industries for being so thoughtful in my time of sorrow.Mike

Sheldon-Martha opened the heavenly door on Friday and you followed suit on Saturday. I will always remember you and Martha sitting at the table at Pat and Bruce’s house comparing the pitfalls of aging. You’ve made it past those pitfalls. Rest In Peace as you proceed on your heavenly journey. My deepest sympathy. Carol Buckmaster

I have many fond memories of Uncle Sheldon. He was a wonderful man with a positive outlook on life. I am unable to attend, due to health issues currently affecting me. however, I will be there in heart. Larry Carpenter

In 1947, Uncle Sam brought Sheldon and I together to serve with the Occupation Forces in Japan. Our unit, the US Army 25th Inf. Div., Recon and MP Co. was billeted in a six-story, modern building in downtown Osaka, Japan. Little did we know that we would continue to live in that same building for over two years. Sheldon was there until he was sent to the Korean War in August 1950. While serving in Japan, we were unaware that a monster was quietly growing just over the horizon in Korea! Within a short time, most of us became brothers. Sheldon was one of the great men that became my Army buddy; my brother. As with all the troops in the unit; we would have fought and died for each other – so many did. During the Korean War, Sheldon fought the North Koreans and Chinese hordes, and every painful emotion known to man. He survived hunger, frost bite, frigid temps, blizzards, lack of adequate cold weather clothing and gear, and worn out World War II equipment that we used in Japan. He had only been in combat a bit over a month when he was wounded, then a couple days later, was severely wounded and transported to a hospital. A month later, he returned to the front lines to fight alongside his buddies. Sheldon was truly an American hero. He was a quiet, soft spoken man, but when he spoke (in his military authoritarian tone of voice), he got your attention - we knew he was serious. Yes, he was a bit “hard-headed”, but I think that was his means for primitive self-preservation. We respected him, and found him to be an easy going young man, full of energy and full of mischief (as most of us were). His little giggle was so neat, when he giggled; we giggled! Throughout most of his life, my old brother fought memories of those terrible days in Korea, however, he confided that thoughts of the friendship, the love of his brothers, would immediately displace those horrible memories. He returned to civilian life, married, and raised a great family. He was truly a great man. Although he is out of sight, he will remain in my heart, and in the heart of many others, as long as I live. He is my brother. I love ya bud. Leon