CARL J. PETERSON, LCDR, USN

LCDR Carl Peterson, USN '58, was a Navy junior "who decided to settle down and carry on the tradition of the family. A great sports fan, Carl played a mean attack on the lacrosse field and was a valuable member of the regular "Freedom" crew on her many races."

Carl served in various ships, on the Navy Staff, and on staff of the Commander, Mideast Force. He was operations officer aboard USS Ogden (LPD 5) from 1966-1968, participating in eight major assaults against Vietnam during this time. In December 1968 he volunteered for riverine duty and assumed command of Patrol River Boat Squadron 57.

On April 2, 1969, while embarked in an assault support patrol boat returning to his command center in USS Harnett County (LST 821), Carl was mortally wounded when an enemy rocket detonated against his vessel.

He was survived by his parents and two sisters; he is buried in Arlington National Cemetery.

To Honor! 

VICTOR P. BUCKLEY, LT, USN

Victor "Pat" Buckley '66 arrived at the Naval Academy as a legacy — his father was '39 and his brother '64. "Pat has always faced life straightforwardly, except plebe year when he and his chin looked at the world with a 15° port list. One of the few men around that can see humor in almost anything, he has often dispelled tense moments with a quip that makes everyone forget the tension of the time."

Pat's A-7 Corsair II went missing on December 16, 1969, while returning to USS Hancock from a combat mission over North Vietnam. He was a Lieutenant serving with Light Photographic Squadron (VFP) 63. 

He is remembered: "I wish that I had the words to describe to you what a handsome, bright, dynamic individual he was. He just loved life and had so much to offer." Another friend: "A lifetime ago, when Pat was an Ensign in flight training at Meridian, MS, we were friends. Actually, we dated for a while. How he loved life, laughter, his TR3, his motorcycle, and flying jets! Time spent with Pat was time spent having fun."

Pat's family will be among those that is honored for their service and sacrifice at the annual Honor Our Fallen Heroes event in November. See https://www.usna.com/hofh for more information on the event.

To Honor! 

HUBERT M. HAYTER, LCDR, USN

LCDR Hubert Hayter '24 came to the Naval Academy from Abingdon, Virginia; "Plebe year his ability to call the cows, pigs, chickens, etc., won him distinction and very frequently his melodious, well-trained voice resounded throughout the mess-hall."

Hubert was damage control officer aboard USS New Orleans (CA 32) and was lost on November 30, 1942 when that ship was heavily damaged at the Battle of Tassafaronga. "The Damage Control Officer on the New Orleans, Lieutenant Commander Hubert M. Hayter, and two of his men, Lieutenant Richard Haines '28 and Ensign Andrew L. Forman, remained at their damage control posts despite the fact that it was filling up with toxic fumes. These three brave men were eventually asphyxiated by the fumes and perished. The ship’s chaplain, Howell M. Forgy, later wrote about Hayter, 'I wondered what he thought about in those final minutes, but I knew one thing: he was not afraid.'"

Hubert was awarded the Navy Cross for "extraordinary heroism and distinguished service."

He was survived by his wife, Maurene, two daughters, and a son. Hubert is buried in Arlington National Cemetery.

To Honor! 

ELLIOTT E. MARSHALL, CDR, USN

CDR Elliott “Steam” Marshall ‘31 was lost in December 1942 when USS Capelin (SS 289), was sunk by Japanese forces. He was the boat’s commanding officer. 

The author of his Lucky Bag biography noted: “It is a little hard to get acquainted with Steam; but once acquainted he becomes one of your best friends. Four years together have served to strengthen our friendship with him and to give us a full insight of the inner man.” 

He had previously been awarded the Navy Cross for his success on a war patrol while in command of USS Cuttlefish (SS 171).

Elliott was survived by his wife and a son.

To Honor! 

MILLENER W. THOMAS, LT, USN

LT Millener Thomas '33: "Philadelphia is the boastful podunk that ejected Tommy one June morning and sent him to this resort on the Severn. And is he loyal to the town! Just ask him who is going to win the pennant.

Fortunately, Mim has always been able to hold his own completely with the Academic Departments. While not exactly savvy, a wealth of common sense and a practical mind have kept him far from the bottom of the class.

He isn't one of the best athletes in the class either, but class numerals have come his way in football and track.

His particular mystery is his unfailing devotion to no less a master than Cupid. True to one girl, he spends his evenings writing letters and his money on telephone calls.

His hobby during the cold months was perching on the radiator and dreaming of "Sep" leave, and many a Friday night has been spent boning the Cosmo.

As a roommate, he is ideal, never borrowing stamps or clothes; he always has enough for himself. Possessing an intangible charm of personality, he has endeared himself to all those fortunate to have him for a friend."

Millener was lost on July 30, 1942, when USS Grunion (SS 216) was sunk by an armed Japanese freighter near Kiska, Aleutian Islands. He was the boat's executive officer.

He was survived by his wife and 3-year-old son.

Virtual Memorial Hall includes the story of how his son received his father's Purple Heart Medal — in 2010, 68 years after Millener gave the "last full measure of devotion."

CRAIG O. REYNOLDS, LT, USN

LT Craig Reynolds '73 was lost when the SH-3H he was piloting crashed near Fallon, Nevada in March 1978. From the Lucky Bag: "Craig faced his roughest clashes with the ocean blue in the choppy waters of the Natatorium. Leaving such temporary difficulties behind, Craig soon established a reputation for good grades and daily chow packages. Through his stay at Severn College, he managed to stay amazingly clear of the Performance Office, while he quietly gained controlling interest in the Annapolis-Oklahoma Telephone Company."

His roommate added: "Swimming was his toughest task at Navy. He would stroke, kick, breathe - and slowly sink to the bottom of the pool. We could never figure it out. He was a very quiet guy, especially in the mornings. He hated early classes. We were roommates for all four years at USNA, and I bet he never said a dozen words before noon.""

"In any group of 30 guys, there will inevitably be groups that form. Craig transcended them all. He felt comfortable with everybody, and they all called him their friend."

"He was a devoted husband to Rhonda, who he had dated since High School. He was a Christian, and he was the best roommate a Mid could have for 4 years. I am a better person for having known him."

To Honor! 

Swim To Honor

The two articles below constituted the feature of the October 2018 issue of Shipmate, the magazine of the US Naval Academy Alumni Association.

Loreto '95 Completes the "Triple Crown" of Open Water Swimming

By Dave Richardson '95 and Jeff Webb '95

After more than 14 hours of swimming through strong winds, currents and heavy seas of the English Channel, Jimmy Loreto ’95 swam ashore to the beaches of France as the sun set on the evening of 22 July 2018. Greeted by friends and family, his English Channel crossing accomplishment was the final leg in the endurance goal that he set many years ago. The celebration of the successful English Channel swim also included the added bonus of Loreto becoming the 188th person to achieve the “Triple Crown” of open water swimming.

Over the last three years, he successfully completed the following three marathon swims to achieve this distinction:

  • Manhattan Island Marathon Swim (28.5 miles), completed on 1 October 2016
  • Catalina Island Channel Swim (20.2 miles), completed on 24-25 July 2017
  • English Channel Swim (20.9 miles), completed on 22 July 2018

Loreto was inspired to train in the sport of open water swimming after becoming involved with a group of Naval Academy alumni—and one of three official shared interest groups of the Alumni Association—known as “Run to Honor.” Founded in 2007 after the combat losses of several members of the Class of 1995, Run to Honor sought to honor all heroes listed in Memorial Hall and support the families of Naval Academy fallen. Loreto served for many years on the original board of directors for the non-profit group. Notably, he helped expand the organization’s activities to include a “Swim to Honor” component that included a group of Naval Academy Alumni participating in the 2012 Great Chesapeake Bay Swim. This led to him falling in love with the sport of open water swimming. Loreto explained, “Honoring the fallen in Memorial Hall, including my six ’95 classmates who are listed on our class panel, inspired me to set higher goals for myself and eventually developed into training for marathon swims.”

The training regimen for marathon swimming is grueling. In the last three years, Loreto adopted a routine of swimming at least 100,000 yards per month on a year-round basis, both in the pool and in open water. With the English Channel water temperatures typically ranging between 60 to 62 degrees in the week of Loreto’s planned swim, he turned his attention to both mental and physical preparation and cold-water acclimation.

“The water temperatures and tides and currents can be unforgiving,” Loreto said. “To prepare for the cold, I swam the last two years with a group of swimmers as part of Cork Distance Week in Kinsale, Ireland. It is nine days of intense training in water temps usually ranging from 53 to 58 degrees. This training experience taught me that it’s the people that make all the difference. Like we all experienced at the Academy, my Ireland training camp helped me form important bonds as we all were faced with adversity and supported one another in our goals of completing major swims around the world.”

“The mental preparation for the English Channel swim was the bigger part of it, quite honestly, because you have no idea going in if the currents are going to force you to swim over 30 miles on a 20-mile crossing,” he continued. “It’s never a straight line, as my final track shows clearly. Many swimmers have been close to the finish and then added over four more hours of swimming because of missing the tide. You have to be mentally prepared for anything to happen on the day of the attempt.”

In talking with his classmates and the board of Run to Honor, Loreto knew his mental preparation involved drawing inspiration from his fallen classmates in Memorial Hall. To support his swim, Run to Honor produced a custom-made “Swim to Honor” cap for him to use. Loreto swam the Channel with the last names of classmates Major Doug Zembiec ’95, USMC, and Lieutenant Commander Erik Kristensen ’95, USN, on the side of his cap that also included a gold N-star in honor of all Naval Academy Gold Star families. “They were my inspiration to keep going no matter what occurred during my final phase of training in the Irish Sea and on the day of the swim attempt,” said Loreto.

In the end, this is also a story of an Academy friendship and teamwork. Loreto’s classmate, Captain John “Doc” Dougherty ’95, USN, played a key role in the “Triple Crown” effort.

“Doc was not only my boat captain on all three major swims but my motivator,” said Loreto. “He always knew what to say at key points, to remind me why we were doing this and to never give up. The positive energy of the crew and knowing I had family waiting and counting on me to arrive in France was unreal. Without Doc, my crew and the love and support of my wife Rachel and family, I would never have reached this goal. It is not a solo sport ... it is truly a team effort. I feel humbled and honored to have had a chance to wear those names on my swim cap, and know that they were smiling down on our team and our endeavor to honor all those who grace Memorial Hall.” ⚓

Loreto's Firsthand Account

On the morning of 22 July, we met at 4 a.m. to load the boat with supplies and meet with the boat pilot and certifying official. I had six members of my support crew that were responsible for feeds, general safety and passing information to me. Doc, my crew captain for all three Triple Crown swims, handled all communications, organized the feeds and coordinated everyone’s responsibilities.

The swim was cold in the beginning but felt good. After about six hours when your body starts burning fat, you feel terrible, but I knew that was coming. I only asked for three info points—leaving English waters, the separation zone and then leaving the French shipping lane. After about six or seven hours, the weather and wind picked up. It wasn’t expected, and for the next eight hours we had 15 to 22 knots of winds and swells up to six feet. I quickly knew it was going to be a longer swim, and it was tough. I also was having trouble with the feeds hurting my stomach. I added warm soup and bananas to hold off cramps and just switch things up.

After about 12 hours, I just wanted to know how much longer and if I needed to push harder to break through the current. I just had to live “feed to feed” (every 30 minutes), and that became my goal. I never felt terrible with the cold but was thankful it wasn’t too cold and that I had trained for it. In the end, I got the call from Doc that this was the final feed and that they would give a call soon to swim to the beach.

I had no idea we were that close. The boat was blocking my view, as the beach was to my left. Once I saw it, I felt a sense of relief that we were close. Doc yelled to swim to the beach. I cut across the boat and swam ashore. Seeing the sand for the first time in 14.5 hours was surreal, and I walked the final steps and collapsed on the beach in joy and exhaustion. I was lucky to have my wife, two of my three kids, my mother, Doc’s son and my cousin’s girlfriend there to greet me. It was surreal. After five to 10 minutes we swam back to the boat and it was freezing ... all the adrenaline was gone. I got on the boat and had a 2.5-hour ride home that consisted of me throwing up the whole time. All the salt water I swallowed from the bad weather and the feeds got to me.

But it was worth it!

BENJAMIN TAPPAN, III, LCDR, USN

LCDR Benjamin Tappan, III, '66, was a third generation Naval Academy graduate. From the Lucky Bag: ""Academics" proved to be Ben's big obstacle at the Academy, where he always seemed to be far from the top of his class and not too far from the bottom. Despite this one little handicap, however, Ben was always able to nourish his love for SCUBA Diving through the USNA SCUBA Club. No matter how cold the water, or where the dive, Ben was always there. We feel this is the way he'll be as a Naval officer ... a man with an undying devotion to the service both he and his father love."

Ben was lost on June 2, 1980, when the A-7E Corsair II he was piloting crashed near Naval Air Station Cubi Point, Philippines.

We remember his service and sacrifice today and every day. To Honor! 

ROBERT P. VESSELY, LCDR, USN

LCDR Robert Vessely '72 was lost in a mid-air collision on August 31, 1983. He "always excelled, whether in the classroom, on the athletic field, or at a party." As a midshipman, he was active in the scuba and skydiving clubs; as an officer, he received the distinguished student award at the Naval Test Pilot School.

He was survived by his wife, daughter, and unborn son.

To Honor! 

WILLIAM R. WATKINS, III, LTCOL, USAF

William "Salty" Watkins, III, '89 was killed in action over Iraq on April 7, 2003 while serving as a weapons officer aboard a F-15E with the 333rd Fighter Squadron of the USAF.

He was a NFO for 12 years before transferring to the Air Force to be stationed with his wife, an Air Force Major. She survived him, as did his young son and an unborn child.

His sister remembered: "My brother was one of the most loyal and generous people I've ever known. He was a wonderful father, husband and brother. He will be missed by all who knew him. Not only was he a gentleman, he was a gentle man."

To Honor! 

LEWIS W. ADKINS, JR., LT, USN

Lewis "Lew" Atkins '46 was "Conscientious and filled with a determination which became even more intense as exam weeks approached, he could be depended on to do a job right. Taut sails and many hours on the soccer field occupied his free time. …when the smoke of battle is blown away, he will be there waiting for the next round."

Lew was lost on February 2, 1955 when the F9F Cougar fighter he was piloting crashed near Otay Mesa, California. He was survived by his wife, Lois, and two daughters, Lynn, age 7, and Gary, age 2.

To Honor!