USS Arthur W. Radford (DD-968) - Fate

Fate

Arthur W. Radford was decommissioned in 2003, then stricken from the Naval Vessel Register on 6 April 2004 and eventually assigned to the Inactive Ship Maintenance Facility at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. On 8 June 2010, the ex-Radford was transferred to the State of Delaware for eventual sinking as an artificial reef onto the Del-Jersey-Land Inshore Reef site (38°31′N 74°31′W / 38.517°N 74.517°W / 38.517; -74.517Coordinates: 38°31′N 74°31′W / 38.517°N 74.517°W / 38.517; -74.517), about 30 nmi (56 km) southeast of Cape May, New Jersey and northeast of Ocean City, Maryland. After being scuttled on 10 August 2011, the ship became part of the largest artificial reef on the east coast, and the longest vessel to be used for this purpose in the Atlantic.

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