USS Thrush (AM-18) - Transit To The Pacific Ocean

Transit To The Pacific Ocean

After making port at San Juan on 12 June, Thrush commenced a month-long repair period before getting underway for the aiian Islands. She transited the Panama Canal and called at Manzanillo, Colima, Mexico, and San Diego, en route, and reached Pearl Harbor on 26 August. The tender remained in Hawaiian waters through 20 September and then returned to the U.S. West Coast at San Pedro, California, on 30 September. She next returned to the Atlantic—via Manzanillo, Colima, and the Panama Canal—and arrived at Norfolk on 1 November.

The following day, she set out for Massachusetts waters, via New York City and the Cape Cod Canal, and arrived in Boston, Massachusetts, on 4 November 1945. There, the Navy decided that the venerable seaplane tender was beyond economical repair.

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