USS Ulvert M. Moore (DE-442) - Atomic Bombs Strike Japanese Cities

Atomic Bombs Strike Japanese Cities

Two atomic bombs -- dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki on 6 and 9 August, respectively—hastened the collapse of Japanese resistance. At this time, Ulvert M. Moore was operating with Salamaua on antisubmarine patrol east of Formosa, a duty in which she remained engaged until putting into Leyte on 25 August.

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