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William Dean Liby

No. 19770 • 10 August 1929 - 26 February 2004

Died: Tucson, AZ

Interred: Cremated and interred in East Lawn Palms Cemetery, Tucson, AZ

William Dean Liby, son of William Gaylord and Lois Gertrude (Duncan) Liby, was born in Biggsville, IL, on 10 Aug 1929. He was followed by his brothers and sister: Robert (ex-’55), Jack, Sandra, and Richard. Their father died in Europe in 1945 while serving in the Army during World War II. Bill spent his summers as a youth working on his grandparents’ nearby farm. After graduating first in his class from Galesburg High School, Galesburg, IL, in 1947, Bill began a career in the service of his country. ˆThat career, however, started out somewhat rocky when he withdrew from the University of Illinois and a Navy ROTC scholarship, as a result of spending too little time with the books. Perhaps to avoid embarrassment, Bill joined the Army and found himself assigned to a U. S. Cavalry ceremonial unit as part of the occupation forces in West Berlin, Germany. While there, a perceptive first sergeant recognized Bill’s potential and lured him into taking the West Point entrance exam in exchange for a three-day pass. Having successfully passed the exam, he was appointed to the Academy as the son of a deceased veteran.

 

Bill attended West Point prior to the establishment of the Air Force Academy, at a time when both West Point and Annapolis commissioned a third of their graduates in the Air Force. Since the Air Force slots had run out early for some prior classes, Bill made an extra academic effort to ensure that he would achieve his dream to fly.

 

Upon graduation in 1954, he entered the Air Force and was assigned to Marana Air Station, just north of Tucson, AZ. There  he met Sharon Lee Day and one-year old Steven. After a two-month courtship, Sharon and Bill were married and Bill adopted Steve. From Arizona, they moved to an assignment in Texas, where Gus was born, and then on to Florida and to New Jersey, where Cheryl was born. Follow-on assignments took him, and usually the family, to Greenland; Washington, DC; Maryland;

Alabama; Thailand; Italy; Germany; and Colorado before returning to Arizona.

 

During his military career, Bill was an active participant in many historical events of the Cold War. In 1957, he flew in the U.S. airlift to rescue Hungarian refugees following the Soviet invasion. Having piloted the first aircraft to land, he was greeted on the ramp by grateful Hungarian officials and the international press. Subsequently, Bill was stationed in Greenland as part of the U.S. and Canadian Arctic defense forces on the direct flight path precisely half-way between Moscow and New York City. While there, he was gravely injured as a passenger in a plane crash into the Sonderstrom fjord.

 

Upon recovery, Bill flew round-the-clock missions as the U.S. responded to the Cuban Missile Crisis and the two superpowers came to the brink of war. Years later, the world learned that war was almost fought with nuclear weapons and that many of those missions were ferrying nuclear warheads.

 

He served as pilot and escort to then Vice President Lyndon Johnson during his tension-filled South American tour, when mobs threatened him and the people around him. He also escorted congressional members through the streets in Jordan and flew them to safety when they were stranded after the British and French attacked the Suez Canal Zone.

 

Among the many renowned world leaders who also benefitted from Bill’s expertise were Queen Elizabeth and Jordan’s King Hussein, both of whom he took on tours of the United States; the Shah of Iran, who nearly got Bill grounded by bouncing the plane hard during a landing (although the Shah was the pilot, Bill was the aircraft commander); Costa Rica’s president, who “requisitioned” Bill and only permitted him to return to the U. S. after some minor political intrigue; and Willy Brandt, Chancellor of West Germany and Nobel Prize winner, for whom Bill served for awhile as personal pilot when it was discovered that East German agents had infiltrated his government. It was quite an honor that Bill was entrusted with the responsibility for safely flying this essential, but besieged, allied leader.

 

For his service piloting the AC-130 Specter gunship during the war in Vietnam, Bill was awarded two Distinguished Flying Crosses and six Air Medals for extraordinary and meritorious achievement in aerial flight during combat.

 

After 22 years in the Air Force, Bill retired in 1976. He and Sharon left Colorado to settle ultimately in Tucson, where he went back to school at the University of Arizona, receiving his Master of Business Administration in accounting prior to beginning work for the city of Tucson as a business tax auditor.

 

In this new phase of his life, Bill refocused his sense of duty from his country to his family, providing unconditional support to Gus and Cheryl as they formed new families and embarked on their own careers. And as his family grew, so did the love and energy he provided, it now also encompassing Gus’s wife Debbie and Cheryl’s husband Bob. Bill’s nieces and nephews also benefitted from the love and generosity of Bill and Sharon, who were grateful to participate in their lives and support them in a similar manner.

 

Bill’s single biggest joy in his later life, however, was his relationship with his grandchildren: Andrew, Allison, and Patrick. The excitement accompanying each successive birth brought him unsurpassed joy and happiness. He took advantage of every opportunity to provide them with support, love, and encouragement, and was there, from no matter how far away, for every important step in their lives. Quite obviously, he felt that being a grandfather was the best job he ever had.

 

Very well done, Bill. Be thou at peace.

—Jack Porter, classmate

 

Originally published in TAPS, July 2011

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