Dad spoke little to me about his service or the war until late in his life. He even then avoided talk about actual war aspects but spoke of attempting to use a boomerang to hunt a kangaroo, of women he dated in San Diego and Australia, and only mentioned once that he had helped sink an enemy ship when I asked him. When he was discharged he was on a tender; so, I do not know the name of his submarine. Dad had tried to sign up before Pearl Harbor but was turned down because of chronic essential tremor. Canada did allow him to sign up but he transferred to US Navy after Pearl Harbor. I have trouble imagining him crowded on a submarine at least partly due to his reticence to even ride on the Chicago train transit system, calling them 'cattle' cars. Maybe it was the crowding in the war that made him hate crowding into our subway cars so packed during rush hour. Wish he had told me more.