World War II Atlantic Ocean Operations
Straus was fitted out and held sea trials at Galveston, Texas, until 25 April when she sailed to Bermuda for her shakedown cruise. She then sailed to Boston, Massachusetts, for a post-shakedown overhaul from 28 May to 9 June. The ship arrived at Norfolk, Virginia, on 11 June and sailed for Panama the following week as an escort for USS Mississinewa (AO-59). The oiler loaded at Aruba, off Venezuela, on 23 and 24 June and continued to Panama. On the evening of the 24th, the escort attacked a sound contact with depth charges and hedgehogs. Oil slicks and bubbles rose to the surface, but Straus had to break off the attack to rejoin Mississinewa. Straus left the oiler at Cristóbal and transited the Panama Canal on 26 June to sail independently to California.
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