Navy Gold Star Coordinator Support

Greg was born in Lansing, Michigan, to Patricia and William Semrau, the 3rd of 4 boys. Growing up in St Johns, he enjoyed the Boy Scouts, Little League, performing in the high school drama department, and time with family. Greg was a man of faith, raised and confirmed in the Lutheran church. He enlisted in the Navy directly after graduation, attending boot camp at Great Lakes Naval Academy, and serving at Camp LeJeune, NC and Camp Pendleton, CA furthering his training as a Hospital Corpsman specializing in nuclear medicine. One of his career highlights was saving a young woman’s leg from amputation by getting better medical images for the surgeons. Greg’s plans were to re-enter civilian life after serving out his second term with the Navy seeking employment at a hospital radiology department. Greg is survived by both parents, 3 brothers, sister-in-law, 5 nephews and nieces, and 1 daughter.

My name is Diana I am or was mother of HM2 Clayton ( Doc ) Beauchamp. Clayton was my middle child. He was so special. Never met a stranger and always took up for the people less fortunate and that were being  bullied. Clayton had such a fun loving personality. His teachers all looked forward to seeing him come to class because he kept it interesting. When he decided to join the Navy of course his dad was so very proud. I was also proud but you know how moms are we worry. But Clayton wanted to save lives so he became a Corpsman and did just what he set out to do. SAVE LIVES!  When Clayton decided to go to Afghanistan I could not talk to him for about a week because every time I tried to speak to him I cried. My worst fear was he would not return home safe and yet he did not return home at all until it was too late. On August 7th 2012 my life was forever changed. Clayton stepped on an IED. I learned later that Clayton did not have to go on foot patrol with his marines. He volunteered for every patrol because he was afraid one of his brothers would be injured in the field and would need him.  So he went voluntarily doing what he loved taking care of his brothers. We miss him every day, but know he is taking care of us from Heaven.

My son lived a life of courage, honor, and deep love. As a Navy sailor, he served his country with pride and unwavering dedication, embodying the very best of what it means to stand for something greater than oneself. He was taken from us far too soon in a tragic accident, leaving behind a love that continues to grow through his wife and the child he never got to meet. Though his time here was brief, his legacy is lasting; carried forward in the life they created together and in the pride we feel for the man he became. I am endlessly proud to call him my son (and his wife, my daughter-in-law, who’s also an active-duty Navy sailor). His strength, his heart, and his service will never be forgotten. He lives on in every memory, every heartbeat, and in the future of the family he loved so deeply.

Billy-Jack, my son, I miss you so very much! I love you! I wish you were still around so I could give you a hug and tell you how much you are loved! Oh how I miss you son!   My heart still aches, and it always will.   The hole that’s in my heart is deep and indescribable! Even after 5 years, but at least it’s a little more bearable now, although some days are really hard.  I am just very thankful that your dad was spared this kind of heartache (oh how I miss him too).   I am doing my best in choosing to remember your life and not your death. It’s hard sometimes but at least it’s a start.