George David Hatfield was born 13 November 1944 in Mackay, Custer, Idaho to David Franklin and Verle Deserett Cloward Hatfield.

He grew up in Mackay learning to hunt and fish, and working in the hay and potato fields. He did have one significant experience with guns as a youth while target practicing with his older brother, Lowell. George had his arms full of glass bottles and Lowell was holding a gun when the hair trigger went off. The bullet and all the glass from the bottles went into George's stomach. He was rushed to Idaho Falls, Idaho hospital, 90 plus miles away, and the surgeon and his team placed his internal organs on his chest and vacuumed his abdominal cavity to remove the glass. What a gamble! Our family was very thankful that a small Idaho town of 30,000 people had the medical care and a fearless surgeon available to save George's life and that he was not paralyzed.

After graduation from the Idaho Industrial School in St Anthony, Idaho, George enrolled in an electronics school in Salt Lake City, Utah. He supported himself by working in a plastic factory making disposable cutlery. He joined the Navy 19 November 1963 as a radarman and received an honorable discharge 4 March 1977 with the rank of OS1 after traveling literally around the world and serving many tours in Vietnam. Thank you for your service.

He married Shirley Ann Jones on 22 December 1964 in Los Angeles, California. Their children Gene David was born 2 May 1966 and Tawna Marie born 17 August 1968. George and Shirley were divorced on 13 March 1969. George married Shirley Arletta Stockhaus Anderson on 20 November 1970 in Las Vegas, Nevada. He became stepfather to Marcus, Jeri, Carla, and Lincoln Anderson.

George was left-handed; He enjoyed taking tests; which he did well. He liked the sequence of numbers and was very analytical. He excelled at scratch cooking meals and breads. He had passions for hunting, fishing, and reading. He liked flashlights, small knives, books, and gadgets and had many of each. He was always aware of his appearance, being well groomed and still hand-shined his shoes.

He had a sense of humor. One thanksgiving he served a game hen to over a dozen guests. The surprised reactions he got was worth the effort, but everyone did get their turkey as he had cooked that too. He also had an uncanny ability to guess gifts before opening them no matter how smartly they were disguised in wrapping. When he genuinely laughed, it was a full throttle, rolling chuckle sound which we heard too infrequently, and now miss. He had a Cheshire cat smile he would share when he was tolerating your opinion, but mostly he was quietly observing people and his surroundings. He did have an opinion about everything and was not shy about sharing.

George worked many jobs after retirement to stay socially involved. He worked as a welder in the San Diego, California shipyards; as a security guard for a timber company in Montana; and as a convenience store clerk in Washington and Arizona for may years until he was beaten so badly in 2017 that his eye was permanently damaged because he refused to sell alcohol after the 2 AM cutoff.

George died 23, January 2022 in Meridian, Ada, Idaho. He is survived by his son Gene David Hatfield Toumi; his four stepchildren: Marcus, Jeri, Carla, and Lincoln Anderson; his six siblings and their spouses: Cheryl Powell Hatfield, Vera Wanstrom, Edward Hatfield, Norene and Paul Jones, Julia Clemson, Anita Hatfield, and Gerry and Tana Hatfield. He was preceded in death by his daughter Tawna Marie; his parents Dave and Verle; his brother Lowel; and his two wives.

No local services were held as George was cremated and was interred in the National Military Memorial Cemetery of Arizona in Phoenix, Arizona next to his second wife.

We acknowledge and thank the many doctors who cared for George, the Meridian Police, the Ada County Coroner's office and staff, the grief counselors, and Zeyer Funeral Chapel who helped our family tremendously at his passing. Your kindnesses are appreciated more than you know.

George, we know as John Muir said, "The mountains are calling, and I must go." We will wait until we hear you say to us again, "George here. Say, how about you helping me......"

Bravo Zulu, George, Bravo Zulu.

Love Ya