Hi Chris, My dad, Richard George Sumner Albee, was a 90 day wonder in WWII, a Lieutenant on a subchaser in the Pacific—no Captain, duty rotated with the officer holding the watach. I gather there was a fair amount of partying involved in the early days of his Navy career, as in their patrol they crossed the equator quite regularly. Ecuador to Colombia? He also mentioned being in Cuba. Later on, they were at Guadalcanal and Leyte with Bull Halsey. Dad then taught radar and gunnery at the War College in DC—nice for him as that was his home. He didn't talk too much about the war, though he did describe picking up a raft of sailors who been without water or shelter for a week. If they ever destroyed a submarine, he didn't mention it; however, it isn't the kind of thing he would have talked about voluntarily. What he said he regarded as requiring the most skill was maintaining fleet position without instruments which would give away their location. What mystifies me is why he was stationed in the Pacific at all when he grew up in an Austrian household in which German was spoken daily.Go figure. Oh, why Austrian, being an Albee? His dad, Robert Sumner Albee, died when my dad was nine, so his mother, Irma von Ezdorf Albee, moved back to her parents' home. He spent summers with Albee family in New England and Wisconsin. Apparently, there was a Captain Edward Albee from Maine during the Revolution. I'd have to look that up. I do have a family gun from that war. I'm not sure whose, I'll have to check that out in my grandfather's notes. All you need is a big enough wall! Good luck!