Bradley Pemberton

I'm so extremely sorry for your loss. May good memories keep you and the Lord bless you on heavy days. Much love and condolences.

I will forever be in your debt for teaching me patience and tolerance. I vividly remember the painful lessons of you teaching me how to sword fight. Until we meet again my friend.

We hiked hundreds of miles together as a family and with the Boy Scouts. Brad always demonstrated thoughtful skills as he learned them. He could assimilate the skill and its appropriate use while sensing its human implications. He knew how to make a backpack feel lighter, when to assist another to do that, and when to just carry it for them - and he did all those and always with a ready smile. The breadth of his understanding was impressive and his closest associates confirmed that a few days ago in Hawaii. That’s just one small evidence of this man’s character and love. He is sorely missed!

I am saddened to hear of Brad’s passing. It feels like minutes since we last caught up in Honolulu. He was a very talented officer and work for me in Germany. He later helped me tremendously in Hawaii- making my life easier through his expertise. I will miss his easy demeanor and calming friendship. Be at peace, Brad.

It was an honor meeting Brad and his family while stationed at Fort Sill in Lawton, OK. Brad and his family where always fun to be around and he will be missed.

Brad was more than my boss in the Army. He was a mentor and friend. He was a truly gifted leader and an even better person.
I am racked by his loss and pray for his family’s strength through this hard time. I believe he would have wanted that.
Thanks for always leading by example. You are missed, Sir.

Brad could rock the flock of seagulls haircut with eyeliner and an illegal ear piercing that he had to rip out before dad noticed. He was always eager to learn and wanted to be successful while teaching him how to play baseball football to ride a bike to skateboard and surf before surfing. It was boogie boarding, and sometimes that La Jolla Shores we would just body surf. He excelled and everything that he put his mind to. His greatest attribute was Love. He didn’t care who you are or where you’ve been or what happened in your life. It did not matter to him your status your social standing he always had the time to land in here to give a heartfelt hug words of advice, his greatest joy where his children he loved family events and took great pleasure in organizing events that the cousins could all join together and play and visit just like we did when we were kids with our cousins this last week. I’ve spent a lot of time on a mountain top. Sometimes it 1 AM just looking at the stars, reminding me of the redwoods in the [Ciara]‘s San Jacinto Mount San Gorgonio in the San Bernardino County climbing Mount Whitney, sneaking large boom boxes and D size batteries so that we could blast the police and U2 and of course flock of seagulls. We try to have fun wherever we went. We both had the honor of having Roger Miller as our scoutmaster as young men. Roger taught us how to be respectful in nature to leave no trace to trail build something. I did two days ago in fond memory of my brother as we complained when we were young about having to repair the trails. I know that Brad is still with us and visit us and talks to us, comforting us in our pain the grief of unmet expectations because we grieve the future that we will not have with Brad. I love you, brother and I miss you and I look forward to meeting you again and seeing your big goofy smile I know now you probably have perfect hair and I hope that you’re rocking an amazing haircut.

I had the privilege of working with Brad these last 5-6 years and it was a pleasure. He was a great officer and loved his troops and had a work ethic that I rarely saw. Hell he was sitting up in that hospital bed working like a madman in Alaska before I could even drive across the island to check on him. Kodiak isn’t that big. Always getting after it in life. I would go find Brad whenever our paths even came close. He was a good leader and friend. Our family will miss him.

I had the opportunity to meet Brad, and
D found him to be a genuine, warm, kind, loving man that I was proud to call family. I had hoped to see him again. My deepest condolences tto his family, Particularly Chatlet and Jackson...two wonderful, loving people that shouldn't have to experience this loss. I love you all, and pray for healing of your hearts as time goes on.

Major Brad Pemberton was the best mentor I could’ve asked for when I joined the army. He made me into the SME I am today. To be honest he really pulled me out of a dark place and gave me something to be proud of. He was the first person that believed in me and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay that. I saw how much he loved what he did and it was infectious. It made me love it too. I hope to be half the man he was one day. I didn’t realize how much his presence in my life meant to me until he was gone, a solid rock in my life, I could reach out to if I needed anything. Not but a week before he passed he was walking me through radio configurations over the phone even though it was 5 am for him. He will be dearly missed. -JH

Bradley was the 5th in a household of 10 siblings and he had a gentleness and a peacemaking gift of a middle child. His sense of curiosity about the natural world made his expansive ideas hard to keep up with. His sensibility for photographic composition and the written word gave him depth of soul. His abiding faith in God gave him perspective and purpose.

He leaves a hole in the Pemberton family that cannot be filled and yet he earned and occupied his space as a leader in our family, and a beloved brother, a son, and a father, through his humility.

Brad had a way of rallying guys to a cause. He demonstrated that leadership through creative problem solving and action. He led his brothers and fellow Boy Scout troop in building a raft with logs on a lake in the Sierra Nevada mountains. He led his brothers and neighborhood boys building a quarter pipe out of scrap lumber. He led his unit in proving aerial capabilities when a storm had grounded their test flights but he led his team to prove the technology at altitude by attaching the required sensors to the roof of an AirBNB on a mountainside.

Thank you brother. Thank you for challenging me to read the Book of Mormon when I was 15, you changed my life. Thank you for encouraging me to run, to start a business, to pursue bigger dreams.

Until we meet again.

Brad was an amazing U.S. Army Officer and it was always a great feeling being in his presence. Through countless unrelated technical meetings, trying to solve complex problems, Major Pemberton set the bar high for everyone around him. Often under direct operational pressure or demanding constraints, Brad consistently proved to be the most technically proficient Army Major I have ever had the honor and pleasure of working with. Brad was truly an outstanding American that will be sorely missed among his most experienced friends. I will miss his smile when nothing was funny. I can only hope his surviving family always remembers his contributions to America's military efforts. We were all fortunate to serve with him.

Brad Pemberton was the MAN (Those who knew him) the MYTH (Those who knew his name) Legend (Those who knew his worth)

To me he was my friend among friends; Beastie from a diffeerent testi - Brother from another mother.

I think friendship is one of the greates love stories we'll ever have. Someone who has nothing to owe you and chooses you anyway. They become part of your life because they want to be. I don't think we talk enou about how special that is. To be loved by someone who is not family. Who didn't fall in love with you. Who just met you, got to know you, and decided, "I want you to be a part of my life." No judgment, no hidden agendas, no expectations, only freedom to be yourself with unconditonal acceptance for who you are and where you are at with your life and willing to share themselves in the same way with you.

Brad was my friend and I was his.... we were eachothers CHOOSEN Brothers with a bond stronger than blood and a signifance like no other.

For me I do not bieleve I will find this with another human being the way I shared life together with Brad.

For ever your Brother in life until I see you again my Brother (Bradley D. Pemberton) I loved you for who you were anf thankful for our time together.

I am Seth Corrigan’s mother, Cindy.
I met Brad years ago and always liked being around him. He was a good friend to Seth and to all of our family.
He was a great guy and I know he will be greatly missed. My prayers are with you all.

My sincere condolences for the loss of Brad. May your family feel peace, love and hope as you gather to share your fondest memories of Brad, the love, joy and laughter he brought into your family. May all your family and especially Brad's children, feel comforted at this time.
Love to all, Susan

Heavenly Father, I lift up Bradley D. Pemberton to you today. Thank You for the gift of his life, for the blessings of his time, attention, and talents. Thank you for every moment we were able to share with him, for the love he so freely gave us, and for the memories that remain in our hearts. For the lessons he taught us, his effortless leadership, and the ways he led by example that helped to shape and lead his family, friends, and colleagues.
We come to you with heavy and broken hearts. This loss feels overwhelming, and comfort seems impossible in the silence where his voice and physical presence once were. We miss his smile and the way he made the world brighter just by being in it. Even in this pain, we are grateful he was a part of our story. We know you are near the brokenhearted.
Please gently and tenderly wrap his family and friends in your unwavering and unfailing love, grace, and mercy. Grant them a peace that surpasses the need for understanding and surround them with patience that never tires.
In every quiet moment when silence opens up their grief, let them feel the steady embrace of your comfort and support that only you can provide. Remind them of Psalms 147:3 “He heals the Brokenhearted”.
Carry us when the waves of grief rise without warning. Give us peace and rest and strength to get up and walk in each new day. Grant us the courage to face the moments that feel too heavy and remind us we do not carry it alone.
Comfort his family, and every heart that loved him. Let them feel your presence in the quiet, in the tears, and in the memories that will always bring a flood of ever changing emotion. Matthew 5:4. "Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted”.
Help us to honor him by living with the same conviction of faith, kindness, strength, care, and attention.
I place our sorrow in your hands, be our source of comfort and peace. In these times of questions be the hands that hold and steady us. And in the days ahead, gently remind us that love does not end with death, and that you hold both the living and the departed in your everlasting eternal arms.
I entrust all who are hurting in this loss to your care, you know them by name, you know their pain and see their needs.
Amen.

I hope you are resting in a better place now, take care brother...