World War II North Atlantic Operations
Sandpiper remained in the Caribbean into the spring of 1942. She then underwent repairs and overhaul at San Juan, Puerto Rico, and Charleston, South Carolina. In October, she moved north to Boston, Massachusetts, whence she continued on to Greenland, arriving at Kangat Bay on 11 November. For the next four months, she conducted escort runs between Kangat Bay and Narsarsuaq; carried out search and rescue missions; and performed local defense duties.
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