Before the sun ever rose on March 24, 1943, the USS Wahoo (SS-238) had already made a name for herself. She was not just another Gato-class submarine; she was the boat sailors whispered about with awe and admiration. Under the relentless and fearless command of Lieutenant Commander Dudley “Mush” Morton, Wahoo had become a wolf in the water—bold, cunning, and, above all, lethal. Morton had replaced “Pinky” Kennedy after two patrols of frustrating near-misses and faulty torpedoes, and from the moment he gave that now-famous talk—declaring Wahoo “expendable” and inviting any unwilling soul to walk away—her character changed. Continue reading “Wahoo On The Warpath”
The Depths of Courage
It is the spring of 1943. The tides of war are shifting, but slowly, and not without price. Across the vast reaches of the Pacific, the United States Navy’s submarine force is waging an invisible war, slipping silently beneath enemy shipping lanes, severing supply chains one torpedo at a time. These boats are not the sleek, nuclear-powered giants of later decades, but diesel-electric beasts with steel hulls and sweat-stained decks. Their crews, young and dogged, live and die in a steel tube barely longer than a football field. It is here, in this crucible of pressure and silence, that the USS Kingfish (SS-234) earned her scars—and her survival. Continue reading “The Depths of Courage”
USS Kete SS-369
By March of 1945, the Pacific War was reaching its final, ferocious stages. The island-hopping campaign had brought American forces ever closer to the Japanese homeland, and the noose was tightening around the Empire of Japan. The skies above were thick with carrier-based aircraft, and beneath the waves, the silent hunters of the U.S. Navy submarines prowled the sea lanes, disrupting what little remained of Japan’s merchant fleet. Among these hunters was the USS Kete (SS-369), a Balao-class submarine that had already tasted action and was proving to be a formidable adversary beneath the waves.
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