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William M. McVeigh III

William M. McVeigh III

No. 1987917 May 1932 - 4 June 1995

Died:
San Antonio, TX
Buried: Interred at Ft. Sam Houston National Cemetery, San Antonio, TX

WILLIAM MOSS MCVEIGH III was the only son of William and Lorena McVeigh of Ft. Worth, TX, and lived in his beloved Texas until he entered West Point. In 1949, he graduated from Highland Park High School in Dallas, and with the help of a Texas senator, Bill entered the Academy with the Class of 1954 on 5 Jul 1950. It was a hot summer along the Hudson River, but Bill, like a true Texan, had no problem acclimating. From the start, he was “Tex” to his newfound friends.

During his four years as a cadet, Bill participated in every aspect of Academy life. He swam for two years on the corps squad swim team, served on the Hop Committee for several years, played golf, skied, and fi shed. He topped it all off as head Rabble Rouser his Firstie year.

On a memorable November Saturday in 1953, the Corps of Cadets, in long overcoats, marched into Philadelphia’s Veterans Stadium, halted, and faced the tall stadium wall. On top of the wall, wearing the white sweater and trousers of the USMA Rabble Rousers, stood Bill “Tex” McVeigh, slowly waving his megaphone for attention. The stadium went silent as he slowly placed the megaphone next to his left foot, assumed the starting position, and led the Corps in a rousing cheer to announce their presence. On that cold day, we celebrated the only football win over Navy during the Class of 54’s four years at the Academy.

Graduates of Bill’s era also remember an earlier Navy encounter. After Bill and several other classmates successfully violated curfew, they commandeered a large canoe, padded its sides with blankets, and drifted down the moonless Hudson River. There, they quietly painted “BEAT NAVY” in very large letters on the starboard side of a visiting Navy frigate. Of course, they had cleverly planned for the strong outgoing river tide that demanded they brush the letters in reverse order—“YVAN TAEB.” To add to the coup, someone in the group had alerted a well-read New York newspaper and arranged for an early dawn aerial photo of the ship to appear on the front page of the morning edition. Sadly, Army lost the football game that year!

At the Academy, Tex was described as “Mr. Corps Spirit,” but his involvement in so many extra-curricular activities never threatened his achievement of the required academic results. He also never lost sight of his goal to be an Air Force pilot. To the chagrin of many of his cadet friends who properly pursued the Army goals of Infantry, Artillery, Armor, and the other options available to Academy graduates, Tex chose Air Force and was accepted for flight training upon graduation.

Tex successfully completed flight training and earned the silver wings he had sought. For his first assignment, this unmarried second lieutenant jet pilot was selected as an Air Training Officer (ATO) at the newly opened Air Force Academy in Colorado. The ATO’s job was to act as an upper class cadet and set an example for those early Air Force Academy cadets. No better selection could have been made than the new 2LT McVeigh! After his Air Force Academy tour and a short upgrading to a new aircraft, Tex was posted to a NATO tactical reconnaissance base in France, flying RF-101 aircraft.

Tex returned to the States in 1961. He soon met and married Martha Baker, a young Air Force widow. Tex, Martha, and her two young boys then moved to The Citadel in South Carolina, where Tex served as an instructor in the Air Force Reserve Officer Training Program.

In the mid-1960s, with war looming in Southeast Asia, Tex was reassigned to the Air Training Command, where, as an experienced instructor, he trained new jet pilots. In 1968, Tex served in Viet Nam, flying missions into North Viet Nam from Thailand. The newly minted pilots he had trained became his copilots and wingmen when he fl w these missions. Tex was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross, a Bronze Star, and eight Air Medals for his excellence in Viet Nam. His combat tour complete, Tex was selected to take his piloting experience to the Air Training Command, this time as a flight training squadron commander.

Tex’s wide-ranging experience as an instructor, staff officer and commander was soon recognized. He and his family moved to Hawaii, where Tex, now a colonel, joined the staff of the commander in chief of Pacific Command in Hawaii. After four delightful years in the islands, the family went back to Texas, where Tex served as the assistant director of operations for Air Training Command. After a few years, Tex and Martha decided it was time to settle down. He retired from the Air Force and went back to school.

Tex earned an MBA from Webster University and worked briefly with an aeronautics company in north Texas. Tex saw an interesting future in the Texas banking business, however, and began working as an assistant vice president in the Dallas-based Republic Bank. He once described those early banking years as “surviving mergers, bank failures, and buy outs” in several banks. Never deterred, over the next twelve years he progressed from working as an assistant to become the “Executive’s Banker” in NationsBank’s Private Banking Division. In 1994, Tex retired from banking.

Shortly thereafter, Tex contracted cancer, denying what would have been many good years from this fine officer and gentleman. On 4 Jun 1995, he died at the age of 62. He is survived by Martha, his wife of 34 years; a son, Bill IV; two daughters, Peggy and Charlene; a sister Marilyn; two step-sons, Larry and Aaron Baker; and nine grandchildren, one of whom is a Class of ’97 grad. We all miss Tex McVeigh.  

His companymates and family

Originally published in TAPS JANUARY / FEBRUARY 2006

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