Jason Scott Corvin
20 Years Old

January 3, 1978 to August 31, 1998

Jason was a wonderful son. He was likable, good-natured, kind, loving, sweet and had “a special way about him.” He made such an impact on our lives. God blessed us with a special angel to forever remain in our hearts.

Jason loved life, loved the simple things in life and had “a heart of gold.” He was full of love and kindness and would “lend a hand” to anyone. He wanted everyone to be happy; if others were happy, Jason was happy. He made friends with everyone he met. Jason celebrated the simple pleasures of life. He lived the way he wanted to, full of energy, being himself.

When Jason entered a room, somehow you knew it. He was the first to say “hello.” Jason was a joker and loved to make us laugh; he did that well. He had to much to give us. He did excellent in trying to do well. Jason never judged anyone, “took” a person for who and what they were, as he wanted the same; no make-believe...just honest in being Jason. He had many friends who truly loved him. I know he touched them all in some way or another and that would please him.

Someone who could accomplish every ounce of his desires was Jason. But he fell-pray to the evils of an evil world and became a victim of incredible injustice that caused the unthinkable loss of his life…

Jason was a Crew Chief for the 78th Fighter Squadron 20th Groups Flagship of the United States Air Force Base at Shaw Air Force Base in South Carolina. He received the U.S. Air Force Achievement Medal for Heroics during Hurricane Bonnie along with nine months of deep dedication to his work.

Jason set his goals for life: to be good at what he did...and he was good. Jason found his purpose in life and on this earth, to do good and make people happy...and he did it well. He wanted to live life the way God intended for everyone to live and he did the best he could do.

Thank you, son, for showing me there was good in this world. I thank God every day for allowing me to have time to know and love you...the Lord is going to have a tough time filling your shoes…

God bless you, son.



On August 27th, 1998, Hurricane Bonnie was headed inland from the East Coast.

Shaw Air Force Base in South Carolina was getting ready to evacuate all the F-16’s on base. The jets were to be sent inland to an airbase in Ohio.

A request came for a volunteer to check the F-16’s to make sure they were safe and ready to be flown. Jason checked 30 of them.

After inspecting the aircraft, Jason found jet engine support brackets that were dangerously loose. His job was to inspect the aircraft, not fix them.

Jason reported what he had found to the authorities.

I received the phone call the morning of August 27th at 12:20.

Earlier that evening on August 26th at approximately 10:20PM, Jason was lying on the sidewalk in front of his murderers room.

Jason had a six inch gash in the back of his head. His spleen was damaged and bleeding. His brain had been severed from his spinal cord.

The final report from the Air Force Base stated Jason had gotten drunk and started a fight that resulted in his death. Within 90 minutes from when Jason got to the hospital, his blood alcohol level was .01%.

In the base report, a number was added to read .013%, a number that does not compute.

From all evidence given by witnesses to the contrary, Brian J. Decker walked-away with no more than “a slap on the wrist.”

Our son laid on the sidewalk for 90 minutes while outside EMS help came to carry our son to the flight deck so an emergency helicopter from Richland Hospital in Columbus, South Carolina could carry him to the emergency room.

While Jason was lying on the sidewalk, bleeding to death, the command on the base retired our son Jason from the Air Force within 90 minutes of his beating...in other words, Jason was retired before he got to the hospital.

After that, it was a non-base issue because Jason had died four days later on August 31st, 1998 after being retired for reasons no one has ever been able to justify. Our son’s murder, like so many others in the military, was covered-up, “swept under the rug” and just forgotten….

To this day, no lawyer would dare take-on the United States Air Force for our son’s death.

I am ashamed of the United States Air Force and ashamed of Brian J. Decker...may God forgive them because I cannot…..

R. D. Corvin

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