The Silent Prowler and the Submarine School Graduate: USS Cod’s War Patrols 2 and 3 through the Eyes of Calvin Baker

When the USS Cod (SS-224) first slipped into the Pacific war, she was one of dozens of Gato-class submarines sliding down the ways in 1943. The war was still young for the Silent Service, but it had already turned into a proving ground for men and machines. By the time Cod was commissioned on June 21, 1943, under Commander James C. Dempsey, the submarine force had become America’s sharpest spear against Japan’s supply lines. Cod herself was a sleek, steel predator, long, lean, and packed with 24 torpedoes, a 5-inch deck gun, and the engines and batteries to make her a silent prowler beneath the seas. She was part of the answer to Japan’s sprawling empire: cut the lifelines, sink the ships, starve the war machine. But ships are only steel and rivets until men step aboard to bring them to life.

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The Last War Shot: USS Spikefish SS-404

In the summer of 1945, USS Spikefish (SS-404) was a young boat in a veteran’s war. A Balao-class submarine commissioned only months earlier, she was part of the U.S. Navy’s relentless undersea campaign that had, by then, strangled Japan’s maritime lifelines. Built for endurance and stealth, the Balao class represented the peak of American submarine design in World War II, long-ranged, heavily armed, and capable of diving deeper than their predecessors. Spikefish was on her second war patrol in August 1945, operating in the waters south of Japan, where danger still lingered in every sonar ping and radar contact.

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The Last Dive of the Bullhead: Martin Sheridan and the Price of Silence

In the summer of 1945, Martin Sheridan was no stranger to the silent, steel corridors of a submarine. As a war correspondent, he’d seen more than most. But aboard the USS Bullhead, he’d seen it all: the crack of deck guns, the eerie shimmer of a drifting mine, the close-call scrape with a Japanese convoy, and the pale dawns when a depth charge’s echo still rang in the ears. His Boston Globe article, published June 29, 1945, reads like a love letter to that boat and her men; a mosaic of danger, camaraderie, and cool defiance beneath the Pacific sun.

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