His family was very happy to find he was coming home a month later. He spent time in a military "rest area" in the Pocono Mountains before returning to duty.
He served on ships for the rest of the war, but his days of being torpedoed, fortunately, were over.
In Brooklyn, he was assigned to the SS George W. Barnes, an oil tanker. he also made several trips to North Africa bringing troops for the invasions of Sicily and Italy. he also sailed through the Mediterranean and saw preparations for the Normandy Invasion. After Germany's surrender, he helped ferry troops across the Pacific Ocean. During the war, he was on six continents, all but Antarctica.
Quite a Story. --GreGen
My Cooter's History Blog has become about 80% World War II anyway, so I figured to start a blog specific to it, especially since we're commemorating its 70th anniversary and we are quickly losing this "Greatest Generation." The quote is taken from Pearl Harbor survivor Frank Curre, who was on the USS Tennessee that day. He died Dec. 7, 2011, seventy years to the day. His photo is below at right.
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