Chief Matthew Clifford Norris passed away the Son of Our Shipmate,
Skip Norris and wife Lillian Norris, Our Prayers are with You.
April 11th, 2005
Matthew entered the USN on 18 July 1988. He completed his Recruit Training at RTC Great Lakes with following training at Aviation Ordnanceman "A" School at NATTC Millington, TN and Strike Armament School at NAMTRADET Mayport, FL. His Initial assignment in March 1989 was USS SARATOGA (CV 60), Mayport,Fl.
July 1992, he transferred to VF-101 Oceana, VA. Matt completed F-14 Core Maintenance School in March 1995 followed by orders to VF-102 as Leading Petty Officer Day and Night Shift Supervisor, Flight Deck Coordinator and Full Systems Quality Assurance Representative. June 2000 Matt reported aboard Aircraft Intermediate Maintenance Department Fallon, NV to assume duties as Quality Assurance Representative to Armament and Avionics divisions.
June 2003 Matt transferred to NAMTRADET Norfolk, VA to attend Air Launched Weapons Supervisors course where he earned the 6801 NEC. August 2003 Chief Norris reported onboard USS BATAAN (LHD 5), Norfolk,VA where he served as the Combat Ordnance Magazine and Aviation Weapons Support Equipment Chief.
His awards include:
Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medal ( 7 awards),
Navy Unit Commmendation ( 1 bronze star ),
and Global War on Terrorism Expeditionary Medal.
Matt is survived by his parents Clifford (Skip) and Lillian Norris,
wife, Marcia and three children Grace, Matthew Jr, and Clara
of Virginia Bch, Va. and Matt's only brother John (Suzanne )Norris
We are very proud of our son and honor his memory.
Skip and Lillian
The Chief Petty Officer stood and faced his God.
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, Chief Petty Officer, How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To your church have you been true?"
The Chief Petty Officer squared his shoulders and said,
" No, Lord, I guess I ainít,
Because all of us who carry badges Canít always be a saint.
Iíve had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was rough,
And sometimes Iíve been violent Because the streets are tough.
But I never took a penny That wasnít mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime, When the bills got way too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me, Iíve wept an unmanly tear.
I know I donít deserve a place Among the people here.
They never wanted me around Except to calm their fear.
If youíve a place for me here, Lord, it neednít be so grand.
I never expected or had too much, But if you donítÖ
There was silence all around the throne Where the saints often trod.
As the Chief Petty Officer waited quietly For the judgment of his GOD
"Step forward now, Chief Petty Officer.
Youíve borne your burdens well Come walk a beat on heavenís streets,
Youíve done your time in hell"