LCDR William Albert Glasson, Jr., US Navy
Missing in Action: 12 April 1966

Name: William Albert Glasson, Jr.

Rank/Branch: O4/US Navy

Unit: Heavy Attack Squadron 4, Detachment C, USS KITTY HAWK

Date of Birth: 20 February 1933

Home City of Record: Los Angeles CA

Date of Loss: 12 April 1966

Country of Loss: China/Over Water

Loss Coordinates: 210800N 1111700E (DN080420)

Status (in 1973): Missing In Action

Category: 5

Aircraft/Vehicle/Ground: KA3B

Other Personnel in Incident: Reuben B. Harris; Larry M. Jordan (missing); Kenneth W. Pugh (remains returned)

On April 12, 1966, at 1134 hours, LtCdr. William A. Glasson, pilot; and LtJG Larry M. Jordan, ATCS Reuben B. Harris, and PRCS Kenneth W. Pugh, crewmembers, were flying a KA3B aerial tanker from Naval Air Station Cubi Point, Republic of the Philippines for a return flight to their base carrier. The crew were all assigned to Heavy Attack Squadron 4, Detachment Charlie on board the USS Kitty HAWK. The aircraft had just undergone repair of minor skin damage in the nosewheel area. When the aircraft did not arrive at the ship at the planned recovery time, a search and rescue effort was initiated with the assistance of the USS ENTERPRISE (CVN-65) and units from the 3rd ARRG/13th Air Force.

A diplomatic incident occurred on April 19th when twenty-four aircraft from the KITTY HAWK hit a harbor town 35 miles from the Chinese border. No aircraft were lost over the town, Cam Pha, but a Polish merchant ship in the harbor claimed to have been nearly struck by a bomb. Messages flew between Washington D.C. and the fleet regarding details of the incident.

Hitting so close to Communist China's borders was dangerous. Soon the Chinese began claiming numerous violations of their airspace by "United States Imperialists". The Chinese claimed the destruction of the KA3B aircraft lost on April 12, saying the aircraft had flown into Chinese territory and was shot down near Hainan Island, which roughly correlated in both time and approximate location with the missing KA3B aircraft. Protests were lodged by the State Department, but the Communists maintained that the plane was attacking Chinese fishermen on the high seas of the Gulf of Tonkin.

It was later determined after search and rescue efforts were terminated that the A-3B aircraft was in fact shot down in the vicinity of the Luichow Peninsula, Kuangtung Province, China. It was the opinion of a casualty review board that the crew most likely was killed in the crash.

Normally, tankers are unarmed, but they still retained their weapons bay, and the United States never denied outright that the Skywarrior was armed. This is not the first time such a situation had occurred. From time to time, there were claims and counterclaims of shootdowns and harassment. (It is probably true also that American pilots in hot pursuit of escaping MiGs may have inadvertently - or intentionally - chased their quarry into Red Chinese territory.)

On December 16, 1975, the People's Republic of China returned ashes it said were those of Kenneth Pugh, but gave no word of the rest of the crew. The three are among less than a dozen Americans missing in China from the Vietnam war.

There is mounting evidence that China retained (and retains today) many Americans from the Korean conflict, while denying knowledge of their whereabouts. While the circumstances of the loss of the KA3B does not seem to indicate that any of the crew survived, it would seem that if China could account for Pugh, it could also account for Glasson, Jordan and Harris.

Source: Compiled by Homecoming II Project with the assistance of one or more of the following: raw data from U.S. Government agency sources, correspondence with POW/MIA families, published sources, interviews. Date Compiled: 15 March 1990

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I have elected to participate in a very worthwhile program called Operation Just Cause. In support of this cause, I am sponsoring LCDR William Albert Glasson, Jr., a fellow sailor an, unfortunately, is Missing in Action in Viet Nam.

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The following is from an email I received on 5 November 1998. Read it. And please remember that 11 November is Veteran's Day.

Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.

Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking.

What is a vet?

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.

He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.

He is the carrier pilot landing on a rolling, pitching, heaving flight deck during a rain squall in the pitch-black night of the Tonkin Gulf.

He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster (Army Supply Corps) who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is the Army Ranger who humps endless miles in burning sand for three days with no sleep or food and very little water to designate targets for laser guided bombs or swims through a disease infested swamp and crawls over poisonous snakes under the cover of darkness to conduct intelligence on a foreign government hostile to our own and our cherished way of life.

He is one of the anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say "Thank You." That's all most people need, and in most cases, it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.

Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU."