July 21, 2015
Bill Mattos, Editor and Publisher
Leroy Pyle, Webmaster
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We made contact with Roy Chapel, the son of retired
Officer Ivan Chapel who passed away on Saturday, July
11th. His wife Judy had taken him to a Culver City
hospital where Ivan was diagnosed with pneumonia. While
being treated Ivan suffered and survived a heart attack,
but when a nurse took it upon herself to place him on a
ventilator Ivan's body failed and he was gone. Roy
provided us with the following obituary earlier today
along with the text of the eulogy he plans to recite at
the funeral that will be held this Thursday (details
May 9, 1944 — July 11, 2015
Kuropatkin Chapel, 71, passed away on July 11, 2015 in
Culver City, CA. He was the husband of Judy Chapel. They
shared 12 years of marriage together.
Born in Oakland, CA, he was the son of John and Mary
Chapel. He graduated from the University of San
Francisco with a BA. He was employed by the San Jose
Police Department, where he retired as a Detective after
30 years. He was also a Captain in the Army and did a
tour in Vietnam. He was honorably discharged after his
He will be remembered for his loving devotion to his
career, his country and his family. His sense of humor
and infectious laugh will live on through his children.
Most importantly, he will be remembered for living his
life with the highest regard for these following words:
Family. Loyalty. Honor. Courage. Fun.
He is survived by his wife, Judy Chapel. His children:
Jennifer Haining, Kerri Young, Michelle Pruiett-Haden,
and Roy Chapel. His grandchildren: Tarrah Bopp, Nichole
Bopp, Kade Young, Kai Young, and Kash Young.
His Public Viewing will be held on Wednesday, July 22,
from 4 p.m. to 8 p.m. at McKenzie Mortuary (3843 E.
Anaheim St., Long Beach, CA 90804). His funeral will be
held on Thursday, July 23, at 11:30am at the Riverside
National Cemetery with Military Services (22495 Van
Buren Blvd. Riverside, CA 92518).
Eulogy that was prepared by and will be recited by Roy
Chapel at the funeral
course of these last 12 days I have gotten to know the
people who respected and loved my father. There are more
people than I imagined, but that shouldn’t shock me or
anybody else. My father was very likable. He had to be a
hard ass from time-to-time, but with the life works of
my father, who would expect any different? He was with
the San Jose Police Department for 30 years and retired
as a Detective. He was a Captain in the Army during the
Vietnam War, where he served a full tour. He had a
father who was extremely traditional and by-the-book,
and well…he had to raise several children throughout the
majority of it. I am not certain how difficult my
sisters were to raise, but I know that I was a pain in
From all the friends that my father had from the
Police Force and the Army, along with every other job he
held in his life, I have gotten to know them a little
bit over these last 12 days. And in that time of getting
to know them, I got to know my father a little bit more.
The words "Honorable," "Protector," "Warrior," "One of
the Best" were used by many to describe my father.
Throughout everything that my father did throughout
his life, I know for a fact that he lived with a simple
code with these select words: "Family. Honor. Courage."
Although I have never been a part of the very close
brotherhood of the military, I recently had a
conversation with a friend who served with the Marines
for 9 years. He and my father had a lot in common. They
each had a mind-set directed toward there brothers and
sisters-in-arms and their families. Courage is a very
strong word for members of our military. In combat, it
doesn’t matter why you are there. Your personal views
don't matter, nor do your political views. What matters
are two things: The man to your left, and the man to
your right. My father gave orders better than he took
them. And no matter what mission he was given while in
the Army, and no matter what call he went on while in
the PD, he always made sure to take care of the man to
his left, and the man to his right. If they were there
with my father, my father would make sure to do his
damnedest to get those two people home. The man to his
left, and the man to his right. Obviously that is just a
phrase because my father wouldn’t take care of only two
people, he would take care of everyone.
My father didn’t share all of his Vietnam stories
with me, but he did tell me one story several times:
After each mission that my father accomplished in
Vietnam, he would always be asked the same question by
his C.O.: “How many did your guys kill?” All his C.O.
cared about was a number of confirmed kills to relay to
his commander. As a Capt, my father only remember one
number after each mission. At one point he broke and
told me how he truly felt: “How many did you guys kill?”
“I don’t F$%&@G know, SIR! But I do know that I lost 3
men." He only remembered the number of people who did
or didn’t make it home. My father didn’t care where he
was sent or what he was told to do. But if he had
some other people with him that were told to do the same
thing, he always made sure to take care of the man to
his left, and the man to his right. That, in my eyes, is
courage. That is true courage and honor.
In terms of honor, my father was an extremely
honorable man. I won’t get into his honor as much as I
went into his courage, if I did we would be here all
day. But I will tell you one thing, and this is fitting
since my father is be being laid to rest with many
honorable men and women. This is something that my
father has only told a few people. He never boasted or
bragged about this because he was a very humble man (I
cannot recall him boasting or bragging about anything
except his children). My father received a purple heart
among many medals while in Vietnam, but he felt that he
wasn’t injured enough to receive such an important
medal. My father felt that someone within his unit was
injured more than himself. and gave his Purple Heart to
that someone who, in his eyes, was more deserving. To my
father, it was never about him, it was never about the
medals or awards. It was always about the men and women
to his left, and the men and women to his right.
The military and the police, however, can only go so
far and do so much for you in life. Those things aren’t
always there for you when you get home. But family is
always there for you. Although family can try your
patience from time to time, it is always the driving
force for so many people. Family doesn’t always have to
be your blood, either. My father’s family extended
through the Army and through the San Jose Police force.
Your family sees you at your best and at your worst. And
in turn, you get to see your family at its best and
worst. We have all seen the peaks and hollows that my
father went through throughout his life, some more than
others. However, he always seemed to bounce back. And he
would always make sure his family would also bounce
My father was a man of patience and a man of deep
passions. His passions might not have always been the
most visible to anyone aside from himself, but his
children and the rest of his family were always a great
passion throughout my father’s life. Family was always
my father’s greatest accomplishment. Because we are all
Chapels, sometimes those times weren’t the easiest, but
he saw us all grow-up and lead successful lives. What
more could a parent ask for?
He was my coach in life, my mentor, my idol, the man I
looked up to and loved the most. He was my best friend
and my hero…
Hero. That’s another word I would associate with my
father’s name. I don’t know if my father was called a
hero while with the military or with the police
department, but he has been my hero for over 30 years.
My father, Ivan Kuropatkin Chapel, was my hero.
The following is a poem that my fiancé showed me the day
after my father passed. It's author is unknown.
You held my
When I was
me when I fell
hero of my childhood
later years as well.
time I think of you
still fills with pride,
will always miss you Dad
you’re by my side.
and in sorrow
and through rain,
you’re watching over me