Info Sheet/Obit of James E. "Jim" Rodgers
Died June 20, 2020 - 73 yrs old
James Elmer Rodgers, 73, of Lone Jack, Missouri passed away Saturday, June 20, 2020.
Funeral services were held at 3:30 p.m. Thursday, June 25 at Royer Funeral Home, Grain Valley MO; the family will received friends from 2 p.m. until the time of service at the Funeral home.
James was born March 25, 1947 in St. Louis, Missouri, the son of James and Lorah (Maples) Rodgers. He was a former Alderman on the City Council of Lone Jack. James was President and Treasurer for many years with VFW Post #6272, he was also a member of the Fraternal Order of Cooties. He served in the US Army from 1966-1969 and served in the Vietnam War from 1968-1969. James enjoyed camping, hunting, fishing woodworking and model trains. He retired from USDA.
James is preceded in death by his parents; and brother Henry Dean Rodgers.
He is survived by his wife Barbara, of the home; daughters, Gina (Jake) Crawford, Stacey (Jason) Long; and Son, James Marcus (Trina) Rodgers; 6 grandchildren and several nieces and nephews.
Published in The Examiner on Jun. 24, 2020.
Allen "KC" Allcock: I knew Jim Rogers. I looked him up several years ago and have visited with him, in his home a couple of times. The only reunion I can recall him ever being at was the 2006 Unit Reunion I hosted here in the Kansas City area. He only showed up for one evening, and only for a short while. Jim was the trooper on CQ the night I arrived in D Troop. He came over in a Jeep and picked me up from the processing center and hauled me to the 3/4 Cav (D Troop) Area. He asked me where I was from and I told him, "Kansas City" and he was thrilled because I hailed from so close to Lone Jack, where he was from. So, when we got to D Troop, we could not find anyone to issue me a "sleeping place" because of the late hour, so he told me I could sleep in his "room". Hey, he had a mosquito net around his bunk, and a nice fan to blow air. "WOW!!!" But before getting to sleep, he took me to a building and introduced me around to several people, and as he couldn't recall my name, he introduced me as ,"the Kansas City Kid." And that is how I got my nick name, "Kc" By, the way, I was dead tired from the flight over, and the day or so of processing from landing in Saigon and again more at Cu Chi. The first night I spent in Cu Chi was at the processing center, and between the biting insects, the heat, and the arty firing, I did not sleep. The next night is when Jim picked me up and loaned me his bed. Boy, did I ever sleep... even failing to find cover, no even hearing the red alert horn as Cu Chi got hit by a mortar attack.