I really don't know off the top of my head. But it was "fish" something or other. I will look through some of the old papers that I saved. He enlisted officially on Dec. 17, 1941 although he was at the Navy recruiter's office on Dec. 8. So many people there they gave them index cards with a date to come back. He left on Jan. 1, 1942. He went to Groton, and then according to my Mom left sometime during August 1942 for the Pacific. Could have been Kingfish but I will try to find out. No body is around anymore that I could ask. I know this: he was 33 years old at the time he enlisted, and he came home an E6. I know that he never spoke to my Mom about the war as I tried to find out from her when I was young boy. What I remember is this: once in the while, all the men and their families in the neighborhood would come by the house, drink beer and have a meal. They would speak about where they served during the war. Like one fellow said he served with Patton's 3rd; another was in the Bulge and he said, that it was cold. As a little boy, I was in awe of these conversations.