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Epilog: September 4th, 1985
HONOLULU (AP) Rear Admiral James Ewart and his wife of over 50 years, Bethany Rose, died within moments of each other, Friday, August 30th at their home in Popukea.
Although a fighter ace during World War One, the admiral and his wife were members of the Office of Naval Intelligence starting with the attack at Pearl Harbor and they kept their hand in as consultants until 1983.
Services will be held at the family estate and although several high-ranking members of the Navy and Marine Corps will be present, the memorial will be closed to the public...
Admiral James Ewart Crowell turned to his family members and began to speak, trying hard not to cry.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the lives of Gram and Granddad.
"We are gathered here today to honor a man and a woman who spent their lives protecting this country from those seeking to destroy it.
"The president wanted to come, today but I asked him, politely, of course..."
He was interrupted by laughter from the crowd.
"I asked him to just let this be a family affair. It's been a while since they were in Naval Intelligence..."
There was a gasp from some of the youngest there. The old couple was always thought to be just Gram and Granddad who always had cookies and ready money and old cars to ride around in. Spies? They were spies?
"And we all know, or should know, what crazy days those were. We're still here, thank God and I'd like to think a lot of that had to do with what they and their colleagues were doing over the years."
The admiral spoke to the crowd on the hill, quiet once more in their respect for the man and his wife who had died within minutes of each other, first him and then her, as if she could not live without him in her life.
Her granddaughter was with her those final moments and remarked that her last words were "Catherine"; she thought Gram was speaking to her but her own mother told her later that was not the case at all.