USS Hyades (AF-28) - Return To The Atlantic Ocean

Return To The Atlantic Ocean

The ship sailed through the Panama Canal to Norfolk, Virginia, to join the Atlantic Fleet, arriving 14 June 1948. She departed for her first cruise to the Mediterranean 12 July 1948, during which she operated with the fast Carrier forces serving as a mobile replenishment ship. During this troubled period, 1948–1955, U.S. fleet units did much to protect freedom in the area, notably in Greece and Turkey; Hyades brought supplies and showed the flag in many Mediterranean ports, including Piraeus, Greece, Naples, Italy, Valencia, Spain, and Gibraltar.

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