Today, we honor the life and legacy of William “Bill” S. Hesse, who would have turned 77 years old on February 2, 2024. Born in Springfield, Massachusetts, in 1947, Bill was a remarkable individual whose presence touched the lives of many. Known for his kindness, dedication, and adventurous spirit, Bill had a profound impact on his family and friends.
Bill grew up with a passion for swimming, showcasing his athleticism as a member of the Maloney High School swim team, graduating in 1965. His pursuit of knowledge led him to attend William & Mary College, where he embraced new ideas and experiences. A true craftsman, Bill mastered various trades, including carpentry, plumbing, and electrical work. Yet, his greatest joy came from cooking, as he delighted in experimenting with new recipes for his loved ones.
A proud veteran, Bill served in the Marine Corps with the 1st Battalion, 9th Marines during the Vietnam War. His bravery and dedication earned him the Purple Heart and other commendations, solidifying the deep bonds he formed with his fellow Marines over the years. He remained active in veteran organizations, including the American Legion and the VFW, contributing to his community and honoring his comrades.
Bill shared 25 wonderful years with his beloved wife, Joan, who was by his side through thick and thin. He was also a caring brother to Wayne Butcosk and cherished uncle to his niece, Kim Spagnulo, and her family. Bill’s loyal dog, Chester, was a constant companion, sharing in the joy of everyday life.
As we celebrate Bill’s birthday, we remember the love he spread, the friendships he cherished, and the unwavering spirit that defined his life. Though he is no longer with us, his memory lives on in the hearts of all who knew him. Today, we honor Bill not just for his service but for the remarkable person he was—a loving husband, devoted friend, and a true American hero.
I am not a veteran. I am a member of the Civil Air Patrol, the United States Air Force Auxiliary. But in 1991, personal loss brought me to a place I never left.
Over two decades later, that loss led me to the State Veterans Cemetery in Middletown, Connecticut, where I took on the coordination of Wreaths Across America — which grew into the largest and fastest growing veterans program in the state. I didn’t do it for recognition. I did it for them.
In 2016 I founded the Connecticut Veterans Bulletin. Not because I served, but because I believe those who did deserve to be honored, connected, and kept alive.
Twenty-two veterans die by suicide every day. I knew about that number before it became a hashtag. I knew it personally, long before anyone was talking about it.
This publication exists because that number is unacceptable. Because every veteran in Connecticut deserves to know someone gives a damn.
That someone is me.