USCGC Taney (WHEC-37) - Fate

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She was formally decommissioned on December 7, 1986 and turned over to the city of Baltimore, Maryland for use as a museum ship. Over her distinguished career, Taney received three battle stars for World War II service and numerous theater ribbons for service in World War II, Korea, and Vietnam.

In 1988, the USCGC Taney (WHEC-37), Structure - #88001826, was added to the National Register of Historic Places. She was designated a National Historic Landmark on the same day. The Taney is located in the historic Baltimore Inner Harbor as part of the Baltimore Maritime Museum: Coordinates: 39°17′09″N 76°36′23″W / 39.285810°N 76.606293°W / 39.285810; -76.606293 Taney is included in the Baltimore National Heritage Area.

Liberty ship Roger B Taney was also named for the Chief Justice. She was laid down at the Bethlehem-Fairfield Shipyard Inc., at Baltimore Maryland on June 21, 1941 and launched December 6, 1941. She was commissioned as a U.S. Army Transport on February 9, 1942. On July 2, 1943 she was torpedoed in the South Atlantic, and 3 crew members died.

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