DAVID I. WRIGHT, MAJ, USAF

Major David Wright, USAF '57 was killed in action against the North Vietnamese on November 13, 1970 when his plane was shot down during a photoreconnaissance mission. From the 1957 Lucky Bag: "When Dave was through defeating the academics for the afternoon, he could usually be found on his way to the golf course, where he usually defeated par. If love for the game means anything the Naval Academy has produced the successor to Ben Hogan. In addition to his success with the varsity golf team Dave has shown us what conscientious effort can bring in academics and social life. Neither the academic departments, the executive department, nor the "female department" have given him much trouble. Tennis, aviation, and hunting rival golf were his interests. Known on the golf course as "Davy Crockett," Dave will be remembered by everyone for his easy-going manner and personality."

Dave was survived by his wife, Mary Ann; three daughters, Sharon, Susan, and Michelle; his mother; and his sister.

His daughters were present at the Naval Academy for the Alumni Association's Honor Our Fallen Heroes event in 2016.

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https://usnamemorialhall.org/index.php/DAVID_I._WRIGHT,_MAJ,_USAF

DONALD W. HALL, ENS, USN

Donald Hall '45, from the Lucky Bag: "After being thwarted in his efforts to become a lawyer, musician, radio technician, and National Guardsman, Don turned to the sea and journeyed the two blocks from his home to the Naval Academy. He brought a sincere desire to learn and a natural ability to box. With these assets he gained a pair of stars and a broken nose. To date, his greatest claim to fame are his drill shoes. Wine, women and song are a strong attraction for "Punchy," and, when you meet him in the Fleet, you'll know him to be the little man stepping ashore in the lead of the first liberty party."

Don was killed in action on May 4, 1945 when USS Morrison (DD 560) was sunk by a kamikaze near Okinawa; 151 of his shipmates were also lost.

WALLACE B. MECHLING, LT, USN

Wallace Bruce Mechling '57, from the Lucky Bag: "Since Bruce was a Navy Junior, he decided to keep the Navy in the family and follow his father into the Fleet. While at Navy, he was able to keep well ahead of the academics, and devoted a lot of time to the lacrosse stick. A few years after graduation he hoped to replace the lacrosse stick with the control stick of an airplane. His only worries while at the Academy were about which girl was his "true love" that week. He would go along with any kind of a gag, and had a good time his four years by the Bay."

Bruce became a pilot, and was lost on January 13, 1962 — 58 years ago today — when his A-3 Skywarrior crashed on a mountain in central Luzon, Philippines. He was survived by his parents and is buried in California.

To Honor! ⚓

1957 Mechling

JOHN R. YOHO, CDR, USN

John Yoho '29 in the Lucky Bag: "AT THE tender age of seventeen, honest John, the rambling derelict, cut loose from his Oregon anchorage, and sailed free and unhampered into the Severn, where he dropped the hooks to linger. Tall, blonde, and bland, and possessing that intangible appeal which has invariably caused the tidal waves of emotion to rise in the hearts of the eternal feminine, his romances have bidden fair to take him above the apprentice class. When the bludgeons of fate have fallen all around us, our cousin has always displayed the most unruffled and oblivious tranquility — undisturbed and unfettered by Executives, Academics, and other paltry matters."

John was commanding officer of Scouting Squadron (VS) 9 when his aircraft crashed near Norfolk, Virginia on January 6, 1943 -- 77 years ago today. His successor as commanding officer, Robert Donaldson '34, was lost the following month, and his younger brother, Jud Yoho '36, was killed in action in July of that year when USS Runner (SS 275) was sunk in the Pacific.

John was survived by his wife, stepson, and parents.

https://usnamemorialhall.org/index.php/JOHN_R._YOHO,_CDR,_USN

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ULMONT I. WHITEHEAD, JR., ENS, USN

Ulmont Whitehead ‘40 was a prior enlisted sailor, pride of Hartford, Connecticut, and a Naval Academy football star. 

“Years of exacting labor have failed to submerge Whitey into the drudgery of tedious detail. He dreams of the day to be when he will be able to carry out his ideas — ideas that will prove exceedingly beneficial to all those to whom they may be applied. He meets every situation with a determination and whole-heartedness that sees it successfully through to the end, realizing that to completely enjoy one's life, one must live it. Meeting each reverse with more than enough energy to turn it to victory, Whitey will soon be pushing himself to his rightful position of prominence at the top of the heap.”

Ulmont was killed on the morning of December 7th, 1941 when his ship, USS Arizona (BB 39), was destroyed at Pearl Harbor.

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https://usnamemorialhall.org/index.php/ULMONT_I._WHITEHEAD,_JR.,_ENS,_USN

DEWITT W. SHUMWAY, CDR, USN

Dewitt Shumway '32, recipient of the Navy Cross and two Distinguished Flying Crosses for action in WWII, was killed in 1946 by an errant bomb on Culebra Island, Puerto Rico. He was the acting commanding officer of Bombing Squadron (VB) 3 aboard USS Saratoga during the Battle of Midway and later the non-acting commanding officer during raids on the Solomon Islands in August 1942.

He was survived by his wife, Helen, son, David, his mother, and his sister.

To Honor! ⚓

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Memorial Hall

New on VMH is a history of Memorial Hall, from "Shipmate" magazine in 2003. It is factual and fascinating — though it is referenced as the "Naval Academy's Sistine Chapel," the Hall was routinely used for everything from lounging to dance lessons for many years.

Also new is a searing and intense account of what Memorial Hall means to the families, shipmates, and friends of the alumni whose presence gives the Hall its meaning. It was authored by the girlfriend of Robert Bianchi '83; she also knew his brother, Kevin Bianchi '85, and Pete Oswald '84. It reads in part:

Memorial Hall is not simply a place of heroes; the men and women we read about in text books, she embodies more. She silently teaches the future leaders of the Naval Academy from the experiences of her fallen. She defines the fearless determination, the gallantry, character and courage of the officers that graduate from the halls of Bancroft.

She enshrines within her walls the legacy of the everyday officers who three-hundred-sixty-five days a year put their safety, well-being, future, and dreams on the line with no questions asked for our freedom. Her fallen shipmates did not seek to be heroic, they were simply doing what they had been taught at the Academy; to lead, to protect, to “Never Give Up the Ship”. Families, friends and shipmates will forever grieve the officers whose names adorn the chambers within Memorial Hall. They will always hold dear the pride the fallen carried in their hearts serving our country.

Memorial Hall, she cradles our tears, embraces our loved ones memories, honors their valor, carries their courage, instills the Academy’s values on all who pass through her chambers. She is a constant reminder the cost of freedom is immeasurable. Memorial Hall holds the past of the Academy as well as her future not yet realized. She is simply the heart and soul of every Officer that graduates from the United States Naval Academy.

https://usnamemorialhall.org/index.php/Memorial_Hall

JOSHUA K. WATSON, ENS, USN

On Friday, Josh Watson ‘19 "showed exceptional heroism and bravery in the face of evil" when was killed while confronting an armed gunman aboard Naval Air Station Pensacola, Florida.

His brother: "He died a hero and we are beyond proud but there is a hole in our hearts that can never be filled."

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JOHN R. SPIERS, LCDR, USN

★★★ Memorial Monday ★★★
John "Jack" Spiers, '32. From the Lucky Bag: "We've always imagined Welshmen as very small, quick people with impossible names, but Jack is our human paradox. Six long feet of him convince us that crew is not for us. Intractable brown hair and hazel eyes complete the picture.

Jack was born and brought up in Philadelphia. Penn Charter was his stamping ground before the lure of the uniform got him. We will always feel that Jack has gotten a great deal more out of this our vale of tears than most. He believes implicitly in his ability to shape his life after his own ideals, though he is never obtrusive about it.

Athletics appeal to him in their ultimate importance to health. Music has charms to soothe him, but he seldom raves over it. His keenly inquisitive mind, coupled with his inherited conscientiousness, keeps him booming long after we have knocked off for the day.

Somewhere in the service we will meet him again and will be reminded of the good it has done us to know him. Always considerate, interested and active, we know his success is assured."

Stationed at the Naval Air Station at Quonset Point, RI, Lieutenant Commander John R. Spiers was lost in a plane crash off the Atlantic coast on October 11, 1942. He was survived by his wife and a young daughter, Martha, his parents and three sisters, Faith, Marcia, and Phoebe. Mrs. Spiers returned to California, where she raised their daughter.

To Honor! ⚓

https://usnamemorialhall.org/index.php/JOHN_R._SPIERS,_LCDR,_USN

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LUCIEN P. BORDEN, LTJG, USN

Lucien Borden, in the 1952 Lucky Bag: "L. P. entered Bancroft's halls with an eager look, a brightly polished Eagle Scout ring, and two volumes of high school photographs gripped under his right arm. It is said that Pete's three day routine was spent papering his locker door with pictures of the fair and innocent of fabulous Colorado Springs. The OAO, however, always stood number one in Don Borden's little black book. Since he lived from one leave to the next, our hero paid little heed to the multitude of academics which filled the void in between but he managed to terrorize the Math Department by scoring several near misses on their unattainable 4.0 exam grade. He will have many friends in the Navy."

L.P. was lost when the F2H Banshee jet he was piloting crashed while taking off from Fallon Air Force Base, Nevada, on June 30, 1955. He was survived by his wife, Jeanne; though she remarried, they are buried together in Arlington National Cemetery.

To Honor! ⚓

Lucien Borden

Honor Our Fallen Heroes 2019

Today at the Honor Our Fallen Heroes event we remembered 33 alumni killed in action or lost in military operations. These alumni were represented by over 200 family members, shipmates, classmates, and friends. The senior class represented was 1922 (!); the junior was 2008.

Thank you to the Alumni Association for putting on a great event, and thank you to ADM Mullen '68 and VADM Buck '83 for speaking.

Mostly, though, thank you always to our families for your incredible service and sacrifice. To Honor!

Families of the fallen before being they went on the field to be acknowledged by the crowd at Navy–Marine Corps Memorial Stadium.

Families of the fallen before being they went on the field to be acknowledged by the crowd at Navy–Marine Corps Memorial Stadium.

JAMES L. SMEE, MAJ, USMC '70

Major James Smee, USMC '70. From the Lucky Bag: "First coming to Annapolis from Tehran, Jim, a defector from an Army family, occasionally called Fort Lupton, Colorado, Fort Monroe, Virginia, or San Francisco, home. After spending Plebe year as an intramural jock, he renounced the dusty fields for the musty corner of Maury Hall that houses the debate team, where he became a member of the first string. As the result of his debating feats, Jim managed to avoid the Naval Academy on weekends, but still managed to remain high in the class. Although his workouts were primarily composed of carrying around two bags of file cards, while leaving the more difficult evidence carrying to his nefarious forensic colleague, the Dwarf, Jim managed to try sailing and squash as well. His military and academic prowess, tied with a truly genuine interest in others, will make him a fine officer."

In the Class of 1970's 40th Reunion Book: "Jim began flight training in April 1971 in Pensacola, after completing The Basic School at Quantico. He received his wings in Kingsville, Texas in October 1972. His first assignment was F-4 squadron VMFA 235 in Kaneohe, Hawaii. He was selected for the Olmsted Scholar Program, class of 1975, and spent two years at the Institut d’Etude Politiques in Grenoble, France. Upon his return, he was deployed for a year to Iwakuni, Japan. After attending Amphibious Warfare School in 1978-9, he spent three years in Beaufort with VMFA 122 and 312, deploying to Iwakuni as the Operations Officer of VMFA 312. In January 1983, he attended the Armed Forces Staff College in Norfolk. In August 1983, he was assigned to MAWTS-1 in Yuma, Arizona. At the time of his death in May 1984, he was serving as the Operations Officer of MAWTS-1.

Jim married Susan Garnett in September, 1970, in Ft. Riley, Kansas. They had two daughters, Melissa Kristine Smee Walker and Sarah “Gayle” Smee Minden. Melissa lives in Nashville with her husband Tim, and has three children: James Lawton, Katherine Alexandra, and Margaret Susan. Gayle lives in Denver with her husband, Vaun, and has one child: Zoe Elizabeth. Susan Smee lives in Burke, Virginia. We miss Jim every day."

Jim's family will be joining many others this weekend as we honor their incredible service and sacrifice at the annual Honor Our Fallen Heroes event.

JAMES L. SMEE, MAJ, USMC

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!