Atlantic Ocean Operations
During the war, she served in the West Indies, and was retained by the U.S. Navy after peace was restored. In the ensuing years, Potomac operated out of U.S. East Coast ports.
She left Newport, Rhode Island on 28 January 1914 to rescue vessels icebound off Newfoundland. Potomac was herself iced-in and abandoned on 14 February, but salvaged in the late spring, arriving New York Navy Yard on 9 June.
After overhaul and repair, she became a tender in the Atlantic Fleet during 1915, and tender to the Panama Canal Zone submarine squadron in 1916.
Late in 1916, she was transferred to the West Indies, and while based at Santo Domingo, served as a transport and tug. After training exercises with the Atlantic Fleet off the Virginia Capes and a brief overhaul, Potomac returned to the Caribbean. Based in Haiti, she served as a transport for Marines, as well as carrying mail and stores. The tug was again home-ported at Santo Domingo in early 1920, and in July of that year was designated AT-50.
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