Bearing Polish Gold To New York
Bronstein and Breeman were detached on 22 March for special duty in Dakar, where they arrived on the 25th. There, they cleared space for 15 tons of gold ingots belonging to the Bank of Poland and worth over 60 million dollars. Once loaded, the two escorts sailed for New York with orders not to deviate from their course for any reason. They arrived on 3 April and were relieved of their precious cargo by an army of policemen and armored trucks.
Following a 10-day availability at the New York Navy Yard, Bronstein joined the screen of a Mediterranean-bound convoy and crossed the Atlantic without incident. The convoy reached Bizerte, Tunisia, on 4 May. Bronstein also escorted the returning convoy, which sailed on 11 May. A German submarine attacked and disabled two merchantmen on 14 May, and Bronstein remained at the scene until relieved by ships of Destroyer Division (DesDiv) 19. The remainder of the cruise passed more peacefully, and the convoy entered New York harbor on 29 May.
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