Mr. Speaker, I yield myself such time as I may consume. Mr. Speaker, I introduced H.R. 672 to rename the Guam South Elementary/Middle School as the Commander William C. McCool Elementary/ Middle School in memory of the pilot of Space…
Mr. Speaker, I yield myself such time as I may consume.
Mr. Speaker, I introduced H.R. 672 to rename the Guam South Elementary/Middle School as the Commander William C. McCool Elementary/ Middle School in memory of the pilot of Space Shuttle Columbia on its final mission.
I would like to thank the gentleman from Colorado (Mr. Hefley), the 26 bipartisan cosponsors of this legislation, as well as the leadership of the Committee on Armed Services for their assistance in bringing this legislation to the floor to coincide with the memorial service for Commander McCool being held this week at the U.S. Naval Academy.
With this act of Congress, I hope that Commander McCool's bravery and academic excellence will be permanently affixed in the hearts and minds of the children of Guam. Commander McCool lived on Guam while his father served as a Navy pilot, and he attended Dededo Middle School and John F. Kennedy High School. He was an exceptional student and a talented long distance runner.
He studied hard and earned the opportunity to attend the United States Naval Academy, where he graduated second in his class in 1983. He went on to receive his Masters of Science in computer science at the University of Maryland in 1985. After completing several deployments with Tactical Electronic Warfare Squadrons 129 and 133, Commander McCool was accepted into the Naval Postgraduate School/Test Pilot School, TPS, in 1989.
After graduating from TPS in 1992, Commander McCool managed a wide range of projects, often coordinating studies and tests of aviation vessels with the United States Navy. His distinguished record of service led to his selection in NASA's astronaut program in April of 1996.
Commander McCool pursued his dream of space flight with vigor and passion. He lived his dream, and we on Guam are amazed that someone we knew, who was part of our island community, was the pilot of a space shuttle. Teachers on Guam point to his remarkable life to inspire school children to dare to dream big things, to believe in themselves, and to reach for the stars. Today, we are reminded of his dream. We are inspired by his strength of character, and we are called to do our part to keep his dream alive.
Guam South is part of the Department of Defense Domestic Dependence Elementary and Secondary School System. Commander McCool would be proud to be associated with it. The school was established in 1997 and now has 750 students. The elementary school is 550 students strong, with blue and white as its colors and the Jaguar as its mascot. The middle school is 200 students strong, with the Guam South Stingrays as their mascot. Guam South is ably run by Principal William Hall and 75 outstanding teachers.
The clients of the school are primarily Navy families, just like Commander McCool's. Willie McCool was a dedicated husband and father. He leaves behind his lovely wife, Lani, and their three sons, Sean, 22; Christopher, 20; and Cameron, 15. He is survived by his parents, Barry and Audrey McCool, as well as Lani's parents, Atilana and Albert Vellejos, who live in Dededo, Guam. They join the families of Rick Husband, David Brown, Ilan Ramon, Kalpana Chawla, Michael Anderson, and Laurel Clark in bearing the burden and the glory of this Nation's space aspirations.
So for all of them and for the future participants of our space program studying on Guam, I commend this legislation to my colleagues and urge its swift passage.
I would like to end my remarks by calling for a moment of silence to remember the crew of Space Shuttle Columbia on Mission STS-107.
As we say good-bye to Willie McCool, I would like to point out that here he is standing before the shuttle just before leaving with our island flag. Pues adios, Willie; in guaiya hao. In our Chamorro language this means good-bye, Willie; we love you.
Mr. Speaker, I have no further requests for time, and I yield back the balance of my time.