USS Newell (DE-322) - Temporary Duty With The Coast Guard

Temporary Duty With The Coast Guard

Newell recommissioned in the U.S. Coast Guard 20 July 1951, steamed to Chesapeake Bay for shakedown, then transited the Panama Canal and proceeded to Mare Island Naval Shipyard for post activation overhaul and conversion to a WDE-type ship for ocean station search and rescue duty. Yard work completed, she steamed to Hawaii for operational training. She arrived on her first ocean station 27 April and for the next year and a half operated out of Pearl Harbor in the northwestern Pacific, ranging north to the Aleutians and west to Japan. Following first phase inactivation at Pearl Harbor the DE arrived Long Beach, California, 21 February 1954, decommissioned 31 March, and entered the Pacific Reserve Fleet.

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