★★★ Memorial Monday ★★★
LCDR Henry Batterton, USN '23 was lost on August 11, 1942 when a "signal depth charge" accidentally exploded off Port Angeles, Washington. His entry in the Lucky Bag:
"SMUG. No other word would characterize Soc more aptly than that. His close clipped raven locks, and the cynical smile, would also lead one to suppose that he was of the cold and haughty type. That is, before a close scrutiny of his eyes—which give the secret away. He is amiable.
Did someone mention the Radiator Club? He is charter member and secretary of that organization. Any winter afternoon (except Wednesday, when he migrates to the Circle) you can find him propped up on his bed boning a Cosmo and chewing Juicy Fruit. They say he keeps a file of the Red Book, too, back behind the box of Washington apples which he always seems to have at hand.
He doesn't fuss. Seems to be rather satisfied with life in general without the more deadly of the species—but wait. Some of these days a girl is going to catch him out of his shell and marry him for his good looks."
Henry was a native of Malaga, Washington, and was survived by his wife, daughter, and mother.
To Honor! ⚓
https://usnamemorialhall.org/index.php/HENRY_D._BATTERTON,_LCDR,_USN