Our squadronmates who have passed.
Art Doty (Moosepaw)
(from Spoon) Art was on a similar timeline with Chris Wuethrich and me, checking into VF-32 right after the first F-14 Med cruise. Many of the pilots who transitioned from the Phantom were checking out and we were the first nuggets seen in a while (other than Wally Baker). He, Chris Wuethrich, and I all bought homes in Lake Christopher. Also, a resident of the Port Quarter, Art never picked up a callsign that I can remember other than “Art” He contributed to the scholarly discussions in that bunk room with his detailed knowledge and eloquent explanation of the different names and subtle categories of human flatulence. He was part of the small group of us who visited the pyramids during the Kennedy Alexandria port visit. He got into the culture with the rag on his head but did not quite pick up the skin tone. Regret I lost contact with him after her left VF-32. I heard he left the Navy after his initial obligation.
Chris Wuethrich (Wheatly)
(from Spoon): I came to VF-32 after the first F-14 cruise along with Wheatley and Art Doty (also on the deceased list), fresh nugget replacements from the RAG. Wheatley had nearly completed the F-4 RAG when they yanked him out and started him over in VF-124. There was a sudden lack of F-14 pilot trainees when the Marines abruptly pulled out in 1974. Wheatley was unique because he had run intercepts from the front seat in F-4’s so he had a basic clue as to the magic going on in the back seat. As one of the rare new pilots in a while, Wheatley was sent to Legal School enroute to be the Swordsmen Legal Officer. Wheatley and his wife Lisa bought a house in Lake Christopher right next door to Art Doty. Early on, Wheatley was inspired to become an LSO. I respected the great work LSOs did but would never tell them. Wheatley became a resident of the coveted Port Quarter and was initially crewed with Peeps who, I believe, gave him his call sign. I remember Wheatley for peering at you through his cigarette smoke, saying insightful stuff, and loving the life of a fighter J.O. During the first North Atlantic cruise in 1976, a few of us made a trip to London to the Tower of London and dinner at the Tudor Room. For second cruise Skipper Crabbs made him his pilot, having the pick of the litter. He was an exceptional LSO, keeping us all off the ramp. He eventually rose to AIRLANT LSO and was sent out to help my second tour Airwing, CVW-17, become carrier qualified. Wheatley turned it around, getting the current Wing LSO removed, and retraining the remaining guys to stop trying to talk us all down. Regret I did not keep up with him after VF-32. Others may know his story better as a fighter pilot through tours at VF-43 and the RAG, and his second marriage with triplets, living out in Croatan.
(from Bammer) Wheatly and Snort got me through CQ in the RAG. Without them I would’ve been “flying rubber dog shit out of Hong Kong.” Later on I was fortunate to serve with both in VF-43. I look at both as mentors, incredible leaders. Great memories of those two
Herb Kressel
LCDR Herbert John Kressel, US Navy (retired), 79, passed away December 3, 2016. He was born in St. Clair, Pa., the son of the late Herbert Kressel and Anna Kovich. Survivors include his wife of 60 yrs., Jane Lazo of Mill Creek, Pottsville Pa., son John, son Steve and wife Pam, daughter Patricia Ann, six grandchildren, Michael, David, Hannah, Patrick, Jakob and Lydia, and four great grandchildren, Layla, Ben, Luke, and Ryden. Herb graduated from St Clair HS in 1954 and was an Eagle Scout, Brotherhood member of the Order of the Arrow, Cubmaster, and Scoutmaster. Herb served 24 years in the US Navy where he was a Mustang, being a Chief Petty Officer, a Commissioned Warrant Officer, and Lieutenant Commander. He earned a BS in Aeronautics and an MS in Management from the US Naval Postgraduate School. After retirement from the Navy in 1980, he was employed as an Engineering Manager in companies providing services to the Armed Forces and to NASA. His memberships include the American Institute of Aeronautics and Aerospace, National Rifle Association, the Society of Logistics Engineers, the Aerospace Maintenance Duty Officer Association, and the F-14 Tomcat Association. His love of Nature fueled volunteer activities at the Virginia Aquarium & Marine Science Center, the Military Aviation Museum, and for the Back Bay Restoration Foundation, where he was a naturalist and tram driver for fifteen years. He received BBRF’s prestigious Conservationist of the Year Award in 2014 and static memorials are planned at the Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge in his honor. Herb was a master wood carver, and his passion was carving shorebirds and creating life-like renditions of shorebirds in their wetland environs. His birds and displays are valued greatly, and their auction proceeds benefit the BBRF.
Art Fredrickson (The Art of Flying)
Capt. Arthur Hugh Fredrickson, USN (Ret.), passed away on January 10, 2023. He was 87.
Upon his military retirement, Art and Aggie settled in Springfield, Va. Art continued flying professionally, piloting commercial passenger planes for another 10ish years while chafing at FAA age restrictions for commercial airline pilots.
He was always ready with “fatherly” advice, e.g., don’t eat Polar Bear liver, use short sentences, and lock your doors! He raised his kids to be independent, though he sometimes opined that he did too good a job of that. Upon Aggie’s death in 1993, Art became the family correspondent, focused on keeping close ties among the entire extended family. Asked to describe his life, he would have said in typical Minnesota style, “It could have been worser. Not half bad, pretty good even.”
Art had an illustrious career in the U.S. Navy that he absolutely loved. It began with his enlistment in the Naval Air Reserve at age eighteen and concluded as Commanding Officer of the aircraft carrier USS Ranger (CV-61). As a fighter pilot, he accumulated more than 4000 flight hours, 700+ carrier-arrested landings, and 137 combat sorties. He held the Legion of Merit, Air Medal with eight Strike/Flight awards, Navy Commendation Medal with Combat V, Navy Achievement Medal, Navy Unit Commendation, Navy Expeditionary Medal, National Defense Service Medal, Armed Forces Expeditionary Medal, Vietnam Service Medal with 3 Bronze Stars, Sea Service Deployment Ribbons, and Vietnam Campaign Medal with device.
Art had a great sense of humor, with a boisterous laugh and a twinkle in his eye. He had a favorite joke, dubbed “The Ole Joke”; only a few of the people he tried to tell it to actually heard the punch line because he’d laugh so hard that he couldn’t finish telling it. Art enjoyed traveling, playing cards, church fellowship, gardening, and houseplants (particularly violets), and Dairy Queen M&M blizzards. A sports fan, he held season tickets to the Seattle Seahawks and the Washington Redskins (as they were known then) football teams. Art threw out the first pitch at a Seattle Mariners baseball game while he was Commanding Officer of the USS Ranger.
Ed Andrews (Hunyak)
Edward Keith Andrews, 72, of White Stone, Virginia passed away suddenly on September 16, 2014. He was born in Corpus Christi, Texas in 1942. Ed served his country in the U. S. Navy for 30 years as a fighter pilot. His numerous awards include two Distinguished Flying Crosses, the Meritorious Service Medal, and the Purple Heart. Ed was a joyful, exuberant person who thrived on contributing to his community by helping others. He worked with Habitat for Humanity, Meals on Wheels, and the YMCA of Lancaster County.
(from Kevin Myette) Ed Andrews was the first Fighter Pilot I ever met, and first VF-32 officer to welcome me aboard. He had just flown in from the Big John, met him on the hanger ramp. Little did I know 8 years later I would meet him on the ramp in Athens as my new CAG. Being his CAGMO was full time job fill of surprises. Fast forward a few months and I met him on the flight deck in the back of a helicopter that picked him up after being shot down in an A7E. Several weeks later he took me flying in his back seat for my first Tomcat traps and cats. (VF -32 aircraft).
(from Denny Dubois) I reported to VF-32 in Sept’74. Not all squadron personnel had reported and there were no aircraft yet. The squadron had a BBQ on a Saturday shortly after I reported as a sort of “welcome back to Oceana” from Miramar. By this time, four aircraft had been delivered and were in the hangar: 2/ea. Swordsmen and Tophatters. As the JO, I drew my first SDO watch. It was a hot late-September/early October day. Shortly after SDO turnover, I walked down to look over the aircraft and hangar: all was good. Later in the afternoon I made another “routine” swing through the hangar. All was not good! There was fuel all over the floor under the four planes and dripping from the wings. The Tophatter SDO was no place to be found. I was by myself, literally! I quickly ran around gathering waste baskets as fast as a I could to catch the fuel drips and streams. Fortunately, a Swordsman ADJ-1 came by the spaces! Brick phones were not yet a thing and we had no way to contact the BBQ in the park for help. The ADJ got a defueling (?) truck and with a “hail Mary” I became qualified as a wing walker. By the time we started to get the third plane outside, others showed up and cleaned up the mess. On Monday morning I was told to report to the Maintenance Officer, Ed. I was certain this was the end of my VF32 tour of duty and probably my Navy career. I walked into Ed’s office. He was on the phone and didn’t acknowledge me. He looked like a Gruff SOB! When he finished, he shuffled some papers on his desk and said, “I understand you’re interested in becoming a Maintenance Officer!” He then shook my hand, smiled that big “Hunyak” smile, and told me it was a good job. That was the beginning of a long friendship with Ed!
(from Spoon) We had very little overlap with Hunyak in VF-32 but could tell immediately this was a warrior, a fighter pilot’s fighter pilot.
Shortly after checking in as six new nuggets, VF-32 decided to have a dining out at the Cavalier. After our wives dressed up nicely in long dresses, we proceeded to go try and make a good first impression with our new squadron, adhering to the best traditions in “The Navy Wife” and formal protocol. During pre-dinner cocktails in a very classy venue, Jo Ann approached me fairly agitated. It seems Hunyak with an unnamed wingman executed a perfect Polish Heart Attack and bit her on the posterior (through her formal dress).
So, this is how it’s going to be! We understand some of the other new wives were similarly initiated. Not sure it still works this way in the new Navy, for better or for worse. Welcome to VF-32.
As Kevin pointed out it must have been incredibly interesting in Hunyak’s CAG tour, serving under an equally crazy warrior, RADM Tuttle. It was an honor to have known of him as he became famous, serving his country in his way – aggressive, unafraid, and on his terms.
(from Boom Boom) Gents: 1973 F-4 cruise: Johnny Skull was clearly one on the best / most intense / hardest working 1st tour RIO’s and Animal, recently transitioned from F-8’s was getting use to us back seaters. Skipper Zeke Burns (RIO) also intense by nature, blessed the crew pairing. After Ed had reached his limit of Duggery’s back seat driving and critical / helpful comments as to altitude / airspeed / Marshal pattern timing, Ed borrowed a stick grip from Supply and secreted it on his next night sortie with Johnny. When the comments resumed, Ed told the story that he said to Duggery’s: “if you want to fly this jet….it’s coming up the right side” and passed the extra stick grip back between the ejection seat and the opera glass window between the canopies. Almost immediately, Ed started to wipe out the controls. Johnny quickly passed the extra stick grip back to Ed and the PIO’s stopped. Ed said it was very quiet for the rest of the flight. With Hunyak’s comedic telling, the story was hilarious UNTIL Zeke heard about it. The Skipper was not happy: Hunyak was confined to quarters and off the schedule for a day but another legendary “Gypsy” RF tale. God bless all Gypsie
Lew Baker “Wally”
When Wally arrived in the squadron while we were deployed, I was crewed with him. He was so young, wide eyed and shiny that he was almost unbelievable. As I did to many others, I decided that Lew Baker just wasn’t going to work and tried out a couple of different names. He really hated Wally and said so. Of course, that I remember right after the Kennedy collision that a bunch of us were sitting around the ready room remembering where we were when Kennedy was shot for some reason. I said I had just walked into the student union after my freshman English class at school. Wally got this look on his face and said, “Really? I was in third grade.” I about dropped a load in the ready room. He was a fine pilot and a good man. I think of him often and remember him fondly.from Spoon): I first met Wally at advanced training in Kingsville. He was a few classes ahead. While there he met his wife Debra (Hughes) who was student at Texas A&I. I believe he was the second F-14 nugget pilot to come to VF-32, joining them midway through their inaugural Tomcat cruise. Pretty unique at the time. He and Debra bought a house in Brandon Woods and eventually had two sons. Wally was an LSO and was also selected for TopGun, crewed with “Mountain” Argenzio-West. I believe he received his squadron and wing LSO quals on the second cruise. Wally roomed in the Goat Ranch, aptly named for the fragrance. Some wives may remember the dependent’s charter during the second F-14 cruise. It was a charter run by the Navy to bring dependents over to Naples and bring some early bird’s home. Apparently the charter from hell:
After VF-32, I believe he went to 101 then to the airlines, living in Colorado. I last ran into him when he was CAG-20, the reserve F-14 wing at Carswell. Wally and Debra lived many family tragedies, and following his death, we believe Debra settled back in her hometown of Dilly, Texas.
(from Ron Lang) We were on the beach at Oceana, Flack was the skipper. It was summer and the squadron was going to have a BQ at the park. Wally and I went to Brunswick to pick up the Bugs. Those of you who picked up lobsters know that we put 2 blivets on the airplane and when you got to Brunswick a truck with the lobsters was allowed to enter the ramp and they filled the blivets with seaweed and lobsters. There was an actual Lobster! departure out of Brunswick so your ascent was flat to not explode the bugs.
Well, there was a delay with the lobsters, so Wally and I went over to the Base Exchange to kill time. While at the exchange we ran into a guy who went to VT10 with me. I forget his name. He had been a POW in Vietnam, and we spent some time talking. It turns out he was OIC of the Survival School. So, he says, you know Ron its Thursday and the class is in the compound, would you like to go buzz it? Of course we do! He took us over to his office, showed us pictures of the compound and gave us all the coordinates. Piece of Cake. I was a LCDR and had to try to be somewhat responsible and I said to Wally…..we got these damn lobsters so we must be careful not to kill them. Wally dutifully rogered that.
Off we go… when we get to Rangeley, we had a little trouble finding the compound. As you know it is on property owned by a paper company and they collect wood for pulp. It is completely forested with logging trails all over the place. We went back and forth to the lake looking for the compound and because of fuel, I was just about to say to Wally, let’s go home. when he saw the compound.
From that moment on it went a little crazy. Wally racks the airplane and heads for the compound, and we crossed over it very low. Wally then pulls the airplane vertical, and we climb up over the top and come down directly aimed at the compound. I am saying Wally the F….lobsters….but he is not listening to me. We went by the compound so low that it seemed to me that I was looking level with the guard tower and saw the guards aiming their machine gun at us and the entire compound was lying flat on the ground. Wally was completely into attacking the compound, he was talking to himself out loud using tactical jargon. I am screaming at him, and he does not know I am there. He climbs again and rolls it over to dive back down when over Guard comes “F14 at Rangeley Maine depart the area immediately”. I did not know where that came from but was sure it came from the FAA Center. Wally says “OK we are going to exit” dives down and we cross over the compound one last time and he heads down one of the logging roads and to me we were below the treetops in the road.
Wally is giddy happy, and I am totally deflated and am sure we are going to lose our wings. Plus, I am also sure all the lobsters are now dead. I am thinking about what I am going to say to the skipper. It was a quiet flight back and we were very low fuel when we arrived. I was the senior guy and Wally was quiet but wanted to know what I was going to do. There was no way that I was going to tell Flack. I said Wally if they are waiting for us when we land, we will have to tell the truth otherwise keep your mouth shut. We landed, they took the bugs, they were alive, and the squadron had a great picnic. No FAA guys were waiting for us.
A couple of weeks later while we were hanging around in the ready room several young officers came into the ready room and asked if Wally Baker is around. He was and they immediately start praising him loudly. Flack is sitting in the ready room chair reading the messages and looks quizzically at what’s going on. I quickly grab these guys and shoo them out of the ready room into the hall. They love Wally and are gushing about how great it was while in the compound and being harassed by the guards to see an F14 attack the place. Wally of course is beaming. I had called the school and apologized to my friend. He was laughing and not upset and told me the Guard call came from his people at the site. So, all was well.
I loved Wally and he was a great shipmate. I flew with him many times while in 32. I certainly wish he was here to offer his view of what happened. (Ron Lang)
(from Mountain) I flew with “Wally Lew” in Fighter Squadron 32 from 1976 thru most of 1977. We were crewed together for most of that time. In 1977 I had the pleasure of attending TOPGUN with Wally —- at the time we were one of the youngest crews to go thru the training. Many, many happy memories. Rest in peace……no longer do you need to check six!!!!
Gib Hooker (Gib)
Gilbert Norman Hooker, 79, of Virginia Beach quietly took his last flight on Tuesday, September 27, 2022, with his close family seeing him off. Gib was born in Muskogee, Oklahoma, on May 5, 1943. He spent his youth rolling tractors, chipping teeth and readying for a golf career before attending and graduating from the University of Texas.Gib volunteered to join the United States Navy and became an exceptional fighter pilot. He was highly regarded and respected by his fellow pilots. He deployed on two cruises on the aircraft carrier USS Ranger (CVA-61) during the Vietnam War and flew the F-4 Phantom on multiple missions. He received a Gold Star for successfully escorting an RA-5C Vigilante reconnaissance plane deep into enemy territory. Later in his career, Gib transitioned to the F-14 Tomcat fighter jet and went to Top Gun, first for training and later to fly as the enemy in the A-4. He retired from flying in 1989 but continued his Navy commitment, instructing the next generation of pilots on the F-14, and later F/A-18 Hornet, training simulators for 16 years.
As a young pilot in San Diego, Gib met his wife Connie, a schoolteacher, on an impromptu motorcycle ride with friends. Later that day, they met again at a Navy party, where Gib consoled Connie about her father’s recent passing. His gentleness and compassion won him her heart. Their relationship quickly bloomed into an undying love and commitment to each other. That love brought new life into this world, four adoring children, and nine grandchildren, along with many, many wonderful memories.
He is survived by his loving wife of 50 years, Constance Hooker, his children Elizabeth (Matthew) Lighthart, Matthew (Jayna) Hooker, Brad Hooker, and Sarah Hooker.
Gilbert to those in the know. Gib was my best friend in VF32, and I think I was his best friend. I did not know him before the squadron, but we became lifelong friends after. He had been a member of a training wing staff after his first fleet tour before coming to F14’s. He and his wife Connie would come visit us in Northern Virginia and we would visit him in Va Bch. I would fly down with my Duke and he and I would just go out and have fun. Our kids grew up together and they are still friends. He had a tough time his last few years with the diseases that were crippling him, but he was always in good spirits. He is buried in Chesapeake and many of the good guys attended his funeral, T’Ball, Mick Sumnick, Bill John and others.
(from Ron Lang) Gib and I roomed together for two full cruises. We were very compatible, and he was a calming influence on my personality. I anguished with him over his decision to get out of the Navy. I tried to talk him out of it, but he was convinced that because of his time in 32 that his professional career in the operational Navy was over. I understood what he meant because I felt the same way about myself, but I still tried to talk him out of it. He did not want to be an airline pilot and found out about the Grumman program to train Iranian students on the F14 in Iran. He dragged me to several of the meetings with the Grumman VP since they were looking for both pilots and RO’s. They actually offered me a job, but I had serious reservations about the whole thing, and I still loved the Navy. Funny, I did eventually go work for Grumman. It was lucrative making about 100k a year and with a guaranteed job at Grumman if you lasted three years. Gib took them up on the offer and got out of the Navy the month the Shah fell…. bad timing, end of Grumman job. He bounced around without real work for a little while. My old boss VADM Bob Monroe had lots of Admiral friends, one who was Commander of the Naval Reserves. I called the Admiral and Gib got an interview to be a TAR. He came back in the Navy as a TAR and was able to keep flying reserve aircraft long after his fleet contemporaries were able to do.
After retiring as a Commander, he went to work operating the F14 simulators as a contractor. He, Bill John, Sam Flynn, and I think T’Ball all did it. Imagine how lucky the F14 students were to have such talent training them. I used to come down late at night and Gib would take me to the pilot simulator and I would fly it for hours. I got pretty good at bringing it aboard the boat. At the time I was head of Logistics for the F14, and I owned the simulators and funded the contracts, so nobody complained about my playing pilot.
Gib and I rarely flew together, which was probably a good thing. I think I flew with him less than twelve times during my time in 32. There was one memorable flight, memorable for the wrong reasons.
Eddie Crabbs was skipper, we were in the Med, I think. The wing was conducting an air power demonstration and missile shoot for some dignitaries to watch from the ship. Gib and I were tasked to shoot a winder at a flare somewhat near the ship. The setup was all wrong and they had us marshalled at a bad angle to the ship. An A7 dropped the flare, and we were cleared in. As I saw it develop, I felt that we were too acute to the ship and was concerned that we were going to fly over the ship, so I wanted it gone now. I said “Gib, get rid of the F….missile” which he did. He should not have launched it since we were too close to the ship, but in fact he trusted me and did what I said. Well, the missile guided to the flare, but I am told it scared the hell out of the ship.
Skipper Crabbs was very unhappy and did a good job chewing our asses. I think what pissed him off most was that two of his LCDR’s screwed the pooch. Gibb took most of the heat but in truth I was equally or more so at fault. Gib did what I told him to do because he trusted me. He took the criticism and never tried to blame me. Eddie Crabbs was a great skipper, always a gentleman and a solid boss. Gib and I were really saddened that we had disappointed and embarrassed him. Sometimes in life you wish you can have a redo and that was one of them for Gib and me.
I was fortunate as I believe you squadron mates were to know such a fine gentleman and officer as Gib Hooker
Jerry Knutson
Commander Jerry Knutson and Lieutenant JG Dave Leestma flew the first F-14 aboard the USS John F Kennedy. In addition, Jerry Knutson became the first East Coast F-14 centurion September 1975 as the ship seamed in the Aegean Sea in support of NATO Exercise Deep Express. The same month, the squadron flew 578 hours, the most ever flown in a single month by an F-14 squadron.
(from Cash) Skipper use to knock gently on our Six Man Palace after the last hop of the night on the JFK. We had a Palace agreement that the last Palacite not in bed had to be his host which normally lasted well into the night.
(from North Eye) As I recall, Gunner seemed to somehow know when the knock was coming and always made it into his rack first. I was under his bunk so finishing a close second wasn’t difficult.
(from Cookie) Remember it well! It was during one of the last day of operations parties we typically had in one of the bunkrooms (this one was in the Goat Ranch). Jerry Goat had left the squadron as CO but was assigned to the Admiral’s staff. After a long night of either porn or poker, Jerry was the last one left – quite inebriated but still hanging out with the JO’s. Most of the Goats went to bed, and I don’t remember who “carried” Jerry back to his stateroom at O Dark Thirty. Naked had left his watch (don’t think it was a Rolex, but it had a nice gold band) on his desktop. In the morning when we got up, we found about a dozen cigarette butts squashed out inside the watchband. Jerry was so drunk I guess he thought it was an ash tray! Fond memories of some great Americans!
(from Naked) Cookie has it right…my watch on my desktop that was covered in yellow reflective tape. It was a disgusting sight the next morning and helped keep me from ever smoking. Played a lot of Gin on that desktop with Wizard. I thought my dad had taught me the game well, but at a penny a point…I think I owed Wizard hundreds of dollars in the next few months. A lot of good times in the Goat Ranch including stashing 23 cases of beer under the bed, under the closet, in desk drawers and other places just before going on cruise; one case at a time up the stairs and saluting the OOD each time
Al Fancher
Commander Allen P. Fancher was born on March 28, 1932, in Montevallo, Ala. He attended the University of Alabama and Auburn University, where he received a Bachelor of Science degree in 1954 and a Master of Science degree in 1957. He entered the Navy under the NROTC program and was commissioned an ensign in June 1955.
Commander Fancher was designated a Naval Aviator in November 1956, and following completion of Photographic Reconnaissance School reported to VFP- 61 in May 1957. During the next four years, he flew the F9F-8P and F8U-1P aircraft from five CVA’s in the Pacific while serving as a photo recon pilot. In July 1961, he attended the Naval Postgraduate School, where he received a Master of Science degree in Operations Research. Subsequently, the commander reported to the Fleet Work Study Group, Atlantic at Norfolk, Va., for duty as department head of the Maintenance and Material Management Project Center, which was charged with developing and implementing the Surface and Aviation 3M systems.
In October 1965, Commander Fancher served as administrative and maintenance officer with VF-62, while flying F-8C, D, and E Crusader aircraft from the USS Shangri-La (CV A-38) on Caribbean and Mediterranean deployments. The commander reported to Fighter Squadron VF-162 as operations officer in March 1968. During this tour, the squadron deployed on board the USS Ticonderoga (CV A-41) and participated in the first combat deployment of the F8J.
Following assignments in the Office of the Assistant for War Gaming and the Systems Analysis Division, Commander Fancher served as the Officer-in-Charge, Strategic Analysis Group at the Applied Physics Laboratory, John Hopkins University in Silver Springs, Md. In January 1971, he returned to a squadron assignment with VF-101. After completion of F4 training in November 1972, the commander was assigned to VF-32 as executive officer. He assumed command in August 1973 and later began with the transition from the F-4 Phantoms to the new F-14 Tomcats.
Commander Fancher’s awards included the Air Medal and the Navy Achievement Medal. After VF-32, Commander Fancher commanded VF-124 at NAS Miramar and following a tour on the staff of Commander Operational Test and Development Force, he retired as a Captain in 1977 and went back to law school. Allen Fancher has been practicing law in Virginia Beach for going on 24 years.
(from Wizard and Patti) Patti and I arrived in Virginia Beach in mid- July, 1974. The only other crew member there was Al Fancher, my new CO. Al invited us over on a Saturday afternoon to visit with him and Marie. We showed up and probably stayed too long, so Marie invited us to stay for dinner with the family. Patti says she quickly added a few potatoes and vegetables so there would be enough for us and their family of five. They were so gracious and kind to us, and it made a lasting impression on both of us. We even named our middle daughter after Marie, with the hope that she would be just as kind and gracious.
One day long after leaving the squadron, I got a phone call out the blue. It was Al Fancher, I think he may have just turned 80, calling to check up on me and ask how I was doing. We had a brief chat and then he had to hang up. What a great feeling it gave me to be remembered by Capt. Fancher, and for him to make the effort to contact me. I imagine that some of you also may have received a call from him.
Steve Ramsdell (Ram)
Captain Steven Ulrey Ramsdell, a resident of Bremerton, passed away on March 22nd, 2023. He was born on February 28th, 1943, in Tacoma, Washington to Judge James V. Ramsdell and his wife Jane Williams Ramsdell. He married Gretchen Giese of Seattle and moved all over the country during his 26-year Naval career.
He followed his dream of becoming a Navy fighter pilot. First, flying F-8 Crusaders in VF-13 aboard the Shangri-La; and flying the F-14 Tomcat in squadron VF-32, Swordsmen, on the John F. Kennedy. He was commanding officer of VF-143, the world-famous Pukin’ Dogs on the Dwight D. Eisenhower. He culminated his career as an instructor at National War College in Washington D.C., and his last 3 years as Director of the Naval Historical Center, publishing Naval Aviation News magazine and overseeing the exhibits at the Naval History Museum.
In August 1991, Steve retired from the Navy. He and his wife moved back to the Northwest to be near their moms and close relatives. They built and settled in their new home in Bremerton. He had already earned a master’s degree in history at Old Dominion University while living in Virginia Beach. He then enrolled at Central Washington University for 2 semesters to obtain his teaching certificate. After completing his student teaching at Foss High School in Tacoma, he then taught mathematics at South Kitsap High School in Port Orchard for 7 years, from 1995 to 2002.
He was the quintessential family man: beloved husband, devoted father to his two sons, and proud grandfather to 3 grandchildren. He was married nearly 58 years. He loved doing everything with his family, visiting and hiking many national parks. They spent many years enjoying their vacation home at Lake Gaston, NC, water skiing, sailing, and rowing together.
They continued with all their activities in the Northwest. They cruised all over Puget Sound, the San Juan Islands, and Gulf Islands in their Bayliner. They enjoyed going to the opera, symphony, chorale concerts, and musical theater. They hiked and climbed together literally all over with their hiking buddy, Tom Reynolds.
One of Steve’s major accomplishments was the huge multi-level train layout he built in his basement to show off all his “O” gauge Lionel trains, with trains displayed on the shelves covering every wall. He loved playing bridge and chess. He had an endless passion for history and had a huge library of books.
Steve and Gretchen had been running since the ‘70s, but after moving to Bremerton, they joined the Silver Striders running club in 2012, and that has been more wonderful than they ever imagined. Steve did well, running in his age group, winning medals. From that association they made many lifelong friends.
(from Woody) I remember Ram for being an excellent aviator, great Maintenance Officer, and a guy who seemed to have a unique sense of humor !! I can remember one day, during the first set of work-ups for the F-14, being down off Jax, and I was flying on Ram’s wing… when we got the word that one of our helo’s had made an emergency landing in the water… and we were Bingo’ed to Cecil Field while the ship picked up the helo… and as the radio info was coming in, I saw Ram shaking his head, and he came up on the front seat radio: “Oh no… don’t make us go ashore and have a beer!!” LOL!!
Hank Kleemann
Hailing from the corn fields of Illinois, Hammering Hank arrived here at the Academy with a slight weight problem. But after a grueling plebe year in the fourteenth company, he emerged as a physical specimen that Charles Atlas would be proud of. In high school Hank spent his fall days on the gridiron and the springtime would find him on the old cinder track. Hank amazed everybody with his ability to pull straight A’s without cracking a book. I doubt if any of us will ever forget his extra instruction sessions for those of us who were lacking in mental dexterity. Hank was so impressed with our swimming program that he took extra instruction on the side stroke in the afternoons for two years. Henry always had an eye for girls, cars, and food in just about that order. Henry was the subject of many jokes, but he will always be remembered for his ability to laugh along with the rest of us. His good nature and academic ability will take him far in the world.
Earl Kraay (Packy Jay Rat/Pearl)
Earl was born in Meridian, Idaho to Eddie and Beryl Kraay. The only child to parents who had long awaited children, Earl remembered his boyhood as idyllic. If you asked him about it, he’d reflect on going over the hill from the bench to hunt squirrels and find snakes, building a tree house with his dad and buying a new toy at Newberry’s on his mom’s payday.
He enlisted in the Army and became a paratrooper for two years in Panama. From there, he and three army buddies volunteered to go to Vietnam, where he was forward observer in the infantry.
Returning from Vietnam, Earl attended Boise College and graduated in 1970. He married Carol Millensifer in 1970. In 1971 he attended Navy OCS in Pensacola, where he earned his wings of gold as a Naval Flight Officer. Earl flew fighter jets, the F-4 Phantom and the F-14 Tomcat, deploying to the Mediterranean out of NAS Oceana, Virginia. Shore duty took the Kraays to Upstate New York, Pensacola, San Diego and Juneau, Alaska where he retired in 1992.
Following a 21-year Navy career, Earl worked as a contractor for the military first in New Jersey and then California. At NAS Lemoore, CA he was simulator instructor for F-18 Hornet pilots until 2007. He then became a senior flight test engineer at Naval Air Weapons Station, China Lake, CA until November 2013.
As a three-year-old, Earl told his mother that someday he would fly airplanes and land on big ships. From Cub Scouts through Naval retirement, Earl was most comfortable wearing a uniform. Off duty, he was a man of multiple interests: history, biology, art, music, gardening, and old Land Rovers. He collected books, artwork, rocks, and music—a man whose depth could never be plumbed.
Steve Williams (Red Cloud)
(from Jackal) Red Cloud: He was in the clouds at night flying w/ Andy D. (I think) and mentioned how all the clouds were red [or something to that affect]. Word got back to the ready room & next thing you know he’s Red Cloud. — Also, he was flying on the wing of a Russian Bear as they flew into the clouds close to the water & the Bear turned into him & made contact. RC almost flew into the Med as his F-4 pitched nose down. He lit his burners & was able to climb back up. It almost became an international incident because the ship & powers to be tracked the damaged Bear to make sure it also landed safely back at its base.
(from Naked) Spent a lot of time with Red Cloud up close and personal during time in VF-201 (F-4 Reserves Navy Dallas) 1979-1985. He was a “natural” when it came to flying fighters and truly loved what he did. We shared many stories drinking beer in a pitiful BOQ bar talking about women, flying and native Americans (which he was passionate about). After VF-201, he joined the Squadron Replacement Unit attached to VF-101 flying the F-14 again training new pilot. He could be very exuberant and jovial, but no doubt he carried a lot inside and left us way too soon.
Marty Drees (Ma)
Martin Alfred “Marty” Drees, 76, of Hertford, NC, passed away Tuesday, January 18, 2022 in his home. Mr. Drees was born in Alvin, TX, on July 17, 1945, and was the son of the late Ralph Joseph and Freida Elizabeth Boehm Drees. In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by brothers, Joe and John Drees.
Retired as a Lieutenant Commander from the US Navy following 20 years of service, he later owned and operated Colonial Clock Repair. A member of St. Anne Catholic Church in Edenton, he was a Fourth Degree Knight with the Knights of Columbus and was active with the Kairos Prison Ministry.
Surviving is his wife of 52 years, Nell Hodges Drees; a daughter, Amy Shriver (husband, Heath) of Taylorstown, PA; a son, Mike Drees (wife, Niki) of Fairmont, WV.
MA DREES (from Spoon): Following the first VF-32 F-14 cruise, six of us nuggets came out as initial replacements for the guys who transitioned. My first job assignment was to replace Ma Drees as the Schedules Officer, working for Dave Sjuggerud (Ops O) and Cash Callaway (Asst Ops). I was a bit intimidated suddenly being thrust into a position telling experienced crews
when they could fly and what they would fly. But not to worry, Ma had the entire ready room trained to not give any grief to Schedules. If they wanted a better flight, they were off the schedule. If they preferred flying with someone else, they were off the schedule. There was a rumor that if they even came around his stateroom, they may be off the schedule. Turned out to
be a piece of cake.
Johnny Johnson (JJ)
John Scull (T Belly)
(from Spoon): Came to VF-32 mid cruise in 1978. I believe he was picked from the RAG by Skipper Logan because he was an industrious, dedicated, hardworking officer and great RIO. We are pretty sure his callsign “T Belly” or “Belly” came from his total body shaking belly laugh that would come so naturally. A great guy. I became his pilot, and our first flight together was a night sortie, the last go. Since it was the last go, it was a short cycle, and we had plenty of gas, so I decided to “experiment”. I figured after a burner shot, if I just held the AOA to 15 units, we could make a beautiful unrestricted, high angle climb off cat 1. Should be more spectacular because it was a pitch-black night. Of course this is T Belly’s first flight, in his new squadron, from a new ship, on a black night. Everything went great until we hit zero knots around 5000 feet, then into a tail slide. Following a miraculous, recovery, I think we also came back and got a night bolter or two. Welcome T Belly to VF-32 and your new pilot. He was completely cool throughout. T Belly bunked in the Port Quarter. I think he was the hardest working officer in the room and totally dedicated to his family. He was always working while the card games were on, or he was writing to his wife, Mary Paul. I understand they lived in a very nice place at the beach.
(from Buck Buck) To my recollection, Belly came to the squadron during workups for the ‘78 cruise. We roomed together for that cruise down on the third deck. One night as I was loading things for the cruise something seemed different in the room. Finally, I realized that John had lashed a bicycle to the overhead, how I got it aboard I never found out. BTW, we departed for the Med with something like 50 cases of coke and 30 pounds of popcorn in the room. John went to the Royal Navy War College in Greenwich, U.K when he left the squadron. What roommates I had — Buck for the ‘77 cruise and Belly for the ‘78 cruise, I was truly blessed.
Rusty Chiasson
(from Spoon) Rusty was just ahead of me in the Training Command. In a time when getting a 3.08 flying grade average vs a 3.06 meant the difference between getting props and jets in Basic, grades were everything. Rusty reportedly came in with about 2000 civilian hours and a commercial pilot rating. He tore up the program with something like a 3.3 average. He could talk on the radio and fly at the same time. I lost track of him when he went to Beeville for Basic and Advanced jet training. We were sure he would ace the program but somehow, he got crosswise with the instructors and ended up flying T-39’s out of Guam. Somehow, he miraculously worked his way back to getting an F-14 assignment and joined us on the Kennedy. Definitely a Cajun, he lived in the Port Quarter, and was crewed with Goose Lortscher.
(from T Ball Hayden) I can help with Rusty. I had just arrived in the squadron as XO when a night mid-air happened while we were on detachment in Rosey Roads. I led the accident board. Rusty hit Bill Cross during a night flight…literally “out of the blue” (in the dark?). Hulk lost an engine but did not realize what had happened. He declared an emergency and safely recovered. When Rusty failed to return, we realized what had happened.
Indications of the collision on Hulk’s airplane led us to the conclusion that Rusty somehow came up under him, hitting him in the belly of the aircraft. We knew roughly where the collision occurred, and the Coast Guard conducted a day-long search. But there was no sign of Rusty or Goose…or their airplane. It was a sad day.
(from Ron Lang) I do not know how many of you know this story about Rusty.
I found that when you are in a squadron (or any organization for that matter) you have lots of people that you know but you only have a few that you consider a real friend, someone that you value well past your time in the squadron, In my time in VF32 I had a few good friends, Gib Hooker, Norm Ross, Tony Cook and Rusty Chiasson. Surprising as I look back at it, they were all pilots. Three of the four are now gone, Tony and I are still close. Rusty and his wife Sookie became close friends with my family. We had a house on the water in Sandbridge and he would come visit us often. He wanted a child, and our daughter Kyle was 2 years old. and he would love to play with her. I have many pictures of her sitting on his lap. Kyle is now Corporate Vice President for Contracts of a 40,000 plus person company. and is well compensated. My second daughter was born a few months after Rusty’s death while I was stationed at NAVAIR. In honor of Rusty, we made her middle name Chiasson. Today she is the mother of three and is considered one of the few experts in the world on the management of coffee plantations. She travels the world visiting far flung plantations deciding whether the world bank will lend them money. She is very proud of her middle name.
Rusty was born dirt poor in Baton Rouge la. His future wife’s family sort of adopted him when he was an early teenager. They bought him shoes and taught him how to use eating utensils at dinner. They helped shape and direct him when he was young. I know this because he told me. Due to his very poor background, he valued material things. You might remember that he drove a flashy convertible, had a Rolex watch, fancy diamond rings and bought a very expensive house. He always wanted to be an airline pilot and make the big bucks that they used to get. I had the sense that he was not well regarded by the VF32 leadership. I knew him to be a rock-solid pilot and excellent naval officer.
One day as we were walking back across the ramp after a flight, he suddenly passed out and dropped to the ground. We got a tractor, called an ambulance, and he was taken to Portsmouth Naval Hospital. He spent several days in the hospital, but they found nothing wrong and released him. Obviously, everyone in the squadron was concerned. Sometime later, it might have been weeks, I got a call from him in the middle of the night. His wife Sookie was finishing up the year as a teacher in La and was not at home. He asked me to come over to his house and help him. He passed out while taking a shower and fell through the plate glass shower door. When I got there, he was still laying amongst the broken glass. I got him into my car and took him back to Portsmouth.
The next day I went to visit him. He was in a blue Navy bathrobe laying on top of the bed. He asked me to get a wheelchair and take him for a walk which I did. He was very distraught and told me that they thought he had some form of cancer, and the hospital was planning to do exploratory surgery, open him up and fully expecting to find out of control cancer/ He was adamant that he did not have cancer. As we were walking down the corridor a Navy Captain in his blues walked by. Rusty grabbed the Captain by his sleeve and almost crying told the Captain that he was being mistreated by the hospital. Turns out this Captain was head of surgery for Portsmouth. He directed me to bring Rusty to his office. Rusty unloaded on the Captain telling him all that had happened. The Captain called for his record and got madder and madder when he read it. He called in several doctors who were full commanders. and told them he wanted a CT scan done immediately. The CT scan was a brand new device to the hospital and had a long waiting list for examinations. The other doctors tried to convince the Captain to wait until there was open space on the machine. He was having nothing to do with their advice and told them that this was an order not a request. The Captain had all of them standing at attention, something that I really enjoyed seeing. Rusty went immediately to the machine.
Turns out that Rusty had a perforated appendix. The bile was encased in a sac and had slowly moved within his body until it hit a nerve bundle and caused the shock that made him pass out. It became a multi-step operation, first to remove the sac before it killed him and then several weeks later remove the appendix. Rusty was out for a long time, maybe even a couple months but he eventually got his flight medical back.
And then he had that fateful collision with Bill Cross. What a tragedy. After all that he went through. He had just talked to his wife right before the flight. Because there was no body she was never able to accept that he was dead. Goose, as you might remember, was going to retire from the Navy and move back to England and run a British pub. His wife was the daughter of a British general. I have a different take on how the accident happened but that is just my opinion.
Mike Licki
Norm Ross (Stormin’)
Stormin Norman Ross (quietest young guy ever who continued to amaze us all)
Jim Robb (Rookie)
RADM James “Rookie” Robb, USN (Ret) made his Last Take Off in Emerald Isle, NC, with his family by his side. Rookie was born on 4 January 1951 to a Naval Aviation family. He grew up in many places, as his father moved from assignment to assignment, with Corpus Christi, TX, the closest place to a hometown. He attended Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute (RPI) and Naval ROTC, graduating with a Bachelor of Science Degree in Mechanical Engineering.
He was commissioned an Ensign on 7 June 1972. August found him at the Primary Training Command, flying the T-34B Mentor, at NAS Saufley Field, FL, immediately followed by Jet Basic and Advanced training at NAS Pensacola, FL, flying the T-2 Buckeye, and TA-4J Skyhawk. He received his Wings of Gold in October 1974 and was one of the first six pilots selected to join the F-14A Tomcat fleet introduction directly out of the training command. Replacement pilot training with the VF-124 Gunfighters was next and, while there, he was handpicked to join the VF-14 Tophatters for the first east coast F-14 deployment aboard USS John F. Kennedy. Thus, the genesis of his call sign, “Rookie.”
Rookie’s nugget tour aboard Kennedy and at VF-14, were eventful and productive, with job assignments as the Line Division Officer, First Lieutenant, and NATOPS Officer. During the turnaround between deployments, he led the first fleet F-14 section to attend TOPGUN. While on his second Mediterranean deployment, he was demonstrating a gun’s defense and departed controlled flight, which quickly progressed into a fully developed flat spin. In a feat of truly phenomenal airmanship and situational awareness, he stayed with the airplane and recovered, the only fleet F-14 pilot believed to have ever done so. In 1978 he was named the AIRLANT Pilot of Year for his pioneering work in F-14 tactics development and assigned to the VF-101Grim Reapers in 1978 as an instructor for F-14 Fleet Replacement pilots. There, he flew the Tomcat and the A-4E/F as an instructor and dissimilar adversary during the air combat maneuvering phase.
According to Rookie, however, his greatest achievement came shortly thereafter when, on 2 June 1979, he married the love of his life, Judy. During this tour he was selected to be the east coast F-14 Air Demonstration Pilot. In 1980 and 1981 he returned to sea duty for Mediterranean deployments, this time as the Operations Officer and Maintenance Officer of the VF-32 Fighting Swordsmen, once more aboard Kennedy. Rookie flew some of the earliest F-14 Tactical Air Reconnaissance Pod System missions in support of the Lebanon Crisis in 1981 and served another deployment aboard USS Independence in 1982. During these tours, VF-32 won the CNO “Battle E,” recognizing proficiency and readiness, the “Safety S,” the Navy’s highest flight safety award, and the Joseph Clifton Award as the best fighter squadron in the Navy.
In May 1983, Rookie was selected to be a TOPGUN instructor, and he spent the summer flying the F-5E Tiger II, first with TOPGUN and then with the Air Force Adversary Instructor Course at Nellis AFB, NV. He was the Officer in Charge of the Navy/Marine Corps Detachment of the 4477 Tactical Evaluation Squadron (TES) at Nellis flying the F-5, T-38 Talon, the Mitsubishi MU-2, the MIG-21C, and its Chinese variant the F-7 until the summer of 1985. The highly classified mission of 4477th was to train Air Force, Navy, and Marine Corps pilots on the best ways to fight and win when encountering MiGs in aerial combat. The Air Force selected its MiG pilots primarily from the ranks of the Weapons School and Aggressors at Nellis AFB. Similarly, the Navy and Marine Corps pilots, like Rookie, were recruited from the instructors of TOPGUN. Rookie flew more than 500 hours in the A-4, F-5, F-16N, MIG-21, F-7, and T-38 as an adversary pilot, with 200 missions in the MiG-21 and the F-7 from the test ranges in Tonopah, Nevada.
Immediately following the Adversary squadron, Rookie underwent F-14 refresher training with VF-124 and became the Executive Officer of the VF-51 Screaming Eagles, aboard USS Carl Vinson, and NAS Miramar, CA. Later, as the Commanding Officer (CO) of VF-51, Rookie deployed four F-14s and a KC-130 to Adak, Alaska, in support of Operation Coyote, flying intercept and escort missions against Soviet Bear H aircraft conducting simulated nuclear attack against the U.S. During the 1986–1987 deployment on board USS Carl Vinson, VF-51 also conducted operations in the Bering Sea that winter. In October 1988, Rookie was selected as a Deputy CAG at NAS Miramar and became NATOPS qualified in five tactical aircraft as DCAG-11: the EA-6B Prowler, A-6 Intruder, F-14, S-3A Viking, and A-7E Corsair II. He was a pioneer in developing and refining the DCAG program, flying every aircraft in the Carrier Air Wing and serving until the summer of 1990 when he became the CO of TOPGUN. In this role, Rookie served as Adversary Program Model Manager, working to mitigate F-16 fatigue life issues, and helping to establish the Strike Fighter Tactics Instructor (SFTI) Program. He flew the A-4E/F, F-16C, and F-14 there until February 1990 when he was posted as the Commander of CVW-9 at NAS Lemoore, CA, and aboard USS Nimitz. As CAG-9, Rookie flew Operation Southern Watch combat missions over Iraq in the A-6, F-14, and S-3, pioneering mixed section tactics with the F/A-18C.
In August,1993, Rookie was assigned to the CNO’s Strategic Studies Group 13, at the Naval War College in Newport, RI. Duty in Washington caught up with him in July 1994, when he was posted to the CNO’s staff in the N-3/5 as a Joint Planner. In May 1997 he became the Executive Assistant to U.S. CINCPAC at Camp HM Smith, HI, until January 1999. During this tour, Rookie was selected for RDML and returned to Washington, D.C., as the Deputy Director for Air Warfare, OPNAV N880, where he served until March 2000. As N880, he spearheaded the shift to all precision Naval Aviation munitions, procured the Active Electronically Scanned Array radar for the F/A-18, and started the F/A-18G and P-8 programs.
His next assignment was as the Commander of Carrier Strike Group Seven, at NAS North Island, CA, and embarked in USS John C. Stennis flying the S-3B, F/A-18C/D, H-60, EA-6B, and E-2C. Rookie led the Third Fleet response to 9/11/2001, coordinating the operations of the 25 ships that emergency sortied from San Diego to provide CAP and Cruiser coverage of West Coast high value locations. From October 2000 until February 2001, he was concurrently the Deputy Commander, Joint Task Force Southwest Asia, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, coordinating attacks on Baghdad air defense sites, including first combat use of the AGM-154 Joint Standoff Weapon. From November 2001 until April 2004, Rookie was the U.S. Central Command, Director, Plans, Policy and Coalition Affairs, J-5, in Tampa, FL. He arrived during the initial combat operations in Afghanistan and was a key contributor to U.S. and coalition efforts for the liberation of Iraq and the early counter insurgency fight there. Rookie coordinated Carrier Air integration into Operations Enduring Freedom and Iraqi Freedom and deployed 15 times to Afghanistan, Qatar, Pakistan, and Iraq, in direct support of those combat operations. He was the first Navy Flag Officer into Kabul, Afghanistan, after the fall of the Taliban in December 2001 and was a very significant contributor to Allied and Afghan operations to stabilize Afghanistan and reopen the U.S. Embassy. He also led the U.S. military delegation that negotiated the creation of the International Security Assistance Force (ISAF) for Afghanistan in December 2001. From April 2004 until March 2006, when he retired from active duty, Rookie was the Director of Readiness N43, on the CNO’s staff in Washington, D.C.
Rookie’s extensive Naval career spanned 34 years of active-duty service, during which he flew 4,820 flight hours and made 1,052 carrier arrested landings. He deployed nine times, flew 40 combat missions during Operation Southern Watch and Operation Enduring Freedom, and commanded VF-51, TOPGUN, CVW-9, and CARGRU-7. His combat awards, include two Strike/Flight Air Medals and the Defense Distinguished Service Medal for his service during Operation Enduring Freedom and Operation Iraqi Freedom. Rookie’s enduring influence on Naval Aviation includes his tactics development work in VF-14, adversary flying and leadership of TOPGUN, development of the highly successful SFTI program, and transitions to Naval Aviation weapons and airframes that will be with us for decades to come.
John Burns (Zeke)
(from Beef) I reported to VF-32 on JFK in Isfahan, Turkey in August ’72. VF-14’s new XO reported at the same time. The new ’14 XO who shall remain nameless, had a tailhook ramp strike on his first night trap since reporting. So Zeke, ’32 XO, decided he would fly with me on my first night sortie. The flight went great even though I was a little nervous flying with the XO. My approach was good with Zeke not saying anything till we are at the ramp. Then he shouts “WATER, WATER, WATER, STEEL, STEEL, STEEL” over the ICS. I was so shocked; I just held the stick and throttles in the exact position they were in when he shouted. I don’t remember the grade I got or the wire we caught, and Zeke’s only comment was “good job.” On the ’73 cruise, I was the assistant Admin Officer and lived across the passageway from CO Zeke. It was not uncommon for him to knock on my door in the middle of the night to give me a task to prepare some document for him to sign the next day. He should have got a A/C carrier but got crosswise with a black shoe admiral because he embarrassed the black shoe navy by aggressively completing his deep draft ship overhaul in record time. After retirement Zeke went on to captain oil tankers for Exxon/Mobile. He called me not long after he retired to draft his request to correct his last Navy fitness report from the black shoe admiral. He gave me several boxes of documents including daily communications he sent to his crew and the shipyard on the progress of the overhaul. I think we worked on that request for several months before submitting a rather large document to BUPERS. His request was approved, and his record was corrected, however, he was retired and didn’t get the carrier he deserved.
You can add Bob Hardy, RIO, to the list (wife Carol) who was in ’32 until reporting to VF101 before the ’73 cruise. Bob ejected from a RAG F-4 when a student lost control of the aircraft. As I recall, the student recovered from the high-speed spiral and landed safely at Oceana, Bob’s body was never found. Carol attended at least one Fighter Fling with us after Bob was lost.
(from Boom Boom) In 1972, I was mess treasurer (my 1st dept head tour) and Skipper Burns thought that our squadron patch needed more detail. It bothered Zeke that the lion had nothing in his raised paw, (we were SWORDSMEN} and the lion was sexless. Dan Connell’s wife, Lynn was an accomplished artist and was willing to add these elements to our VF32 patch. Dan modeled his “junk ” and he and the sword were magnificent. Zeke was happy and all was good in Gypsy-land! Recently I noticed the current, PC corrected VF32 patch. It still has the sword, but Leo’s legs are switched so as to now block the view of his crotch with his right leg. As a proud former GYPSY, and on behalf of Skipper Zeke Burns, Dan and Lynn Connell, I feel compelled to share this story in their memory.
Dave Sjuggerud (Sugar)
Dave Sjuggerud was in a bicycle accident in Orlando on Sunday and passed away [Nov. 26, 2008]. He never regained consciousness. There will be a memorial service in Orlando and burial in Arlington Cemetery.
We’ve lost one of the best. Dave graduated from the Naval Academy in 1964 and was with VFP-62 66-68; VFP-63 68-69 flying F-8 Crusaders and F-14 Tomcats. He was in on the engineering development of new Naval Aviation systems from the F-14 and F/A 18 airplanes and the Navy/AF Joint AMRAAM Missile, while also flying AF F-4 Phantoms. He also graduated from the Navy Test Pilot School and upon promotion to Captain, served as Engineering Director at the Naval Aviation Supply Office. His final tour was as a Naval Air Systems Command Division Head where he retired in 1986.
Upon retirement, he and his wife, Jean, moved to Orlando where he remained in defense contracting, specializing in Simulation and Training Systems. Except for three years in the early 1990s as a General Manager of a McDonnell Douglas company, they have remained in Orlando, where he managed an L3 Communications facility. He is survived by his wife Jean and their two sons and two grandsons.
Dave Sjuggerud (my first boss in my first squadron), great leader
(from Wizard and Patti) One evening before we began workups for our first cruise, I was leaving the squadron late after trying to finish up some work that was needed the next day. Sugar stopped me on the way out and said he had some advice to give me. He said, “If you can’t get your work done in the allotted 8 hours on a regular basis, you need to become more efficient with your time. Now get on home!” He was such a kind, gentle and sincere man, and one of the finest officers with whom I have had the honor to serve. He had the perfect Navy wife in Jean.
Jerry Mackenzie (Stretch/Evil)
Jerry McKenzie (Betty) passed away in 2012. We were crewed together for the ’75 F-14 cruise. A great guy and true pro: Three combat cruises in Phantoms, call sign Evil after a motorcycle accident.