The Chief served his country for the duration of the war and stayed in the reserves afterwards. After a few years, he decided to come back on active duty to finish up twenty years of active duty and earn a normal retirement. He did this through the so-called "TAR" program, which stood for Temporary Active Reserves. Because he was over 65 years old when I made his acquaintance, he was actually on some kind of official waiver to be assigned to sea duty. He loved going to sea on a ship.
During the 1930's, Chief Morrissey had invested some money with a schoolmate of his who was expanding his restaurant business. That fellow's name was Howard Johnson. The result was that when I became acquainted with the Chief, he was an extremely wealthy man. That wealth led to something that seemed fairly bizarre at the time. We would come into port from a month out at sea. A long chauffeur-driven limousine would appear at the end of the pier, and Chief Morrissey would be whisked off for his weekend. His home was in Cohasset, Massachusetts, as I recall. And his wife was bedridden with some long-term debilitating disease, for which she had round-the-clock nurses. He would spend his weekends with her when we were in port and then he would return to the ship in time for Monday morning muster.![]() |
| Typical Ship's Office |
We decommissioned the Maloy in 1965, after which the Chief was transferred to a shore duty assignment to complete his career. He was a real gentleman, a good shipmate, and a beloved member of the crew.



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