USS Aucilla (AO-56) - Assigned Recovery Ship For Titan IIIC Heat Shield

Assigned Recovery Ship For Titan IIIC Heat Shield

She put to sea again on 18 October to serve as a recovery ship for an U.S. Air Force Titan III-C heat shield qualification test. She returned to Norfolk from that mission on 21 November and remained in port for the rest of the year.

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