Celebrating New Year's in New York
Bronstein stood out to sea with TG 22.2 on 13 November for training near Bermuda. She spent Christmas in the West Indies, but returned to New York in time to celebrate New Year's Day, 1945. During January and the first two weeks of February, the destroyer escort performed a variety of duties such as lifeguard work for carrier qualifications, training, and coastal escort assignments. On 11 February, Bronstein departed Casco Bay to join Core (CVE-13) south of Iceland.
She sighted the Core group, TG 22.4, on 16 February; and all 12 destroyer escorts of the group formed a scouting line 90 miles long to search for a weather-reporting submarine believed to be in the vicinity. The task group did not find the U-boat, but did encounter high winds and mountainous seas. For two days, the escorts fought the weather and, as it improved, made needed repairs. The winds returned in force on the 23rd, but Bronstein made port safely at Hvalfjörður, Iceland, on 25 February.
On the last day of February, the destroyer escorts put to sea again to follow several submarines reportedly heading west toward the Flemish Cap. Although the weather had improved somewhat, the warships were continually pounded by the seas and were grateful to be relieved on 14 March. Bronstein arrived in New York on 17 March for five days of voyage repairs and then, with Baker, reported to New London, Connecticut, to serve as an escort and target ship for submarine training.
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