A Father’s Service, PT 161

We honor our fathers for their presence in our lives.  For those who are veterans, we should also remember their service.


Prior to Japan’s attack on Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941, John McElroy had never considered the military as a career.  Impacted, however, like so many others by that horrific event, he enlisted the following  day and chose the Navy for the devastation and losses  suffered.  Subsequently called to active duty, he was ordered to Northwestern University and the Navy’s exceptional Midshipmen’s School.  There college graduates were trained as naval officers and known as “90-day wonders.”

Seaman McElroy - Northwestern University , 1942 (Back row, 3rd from the left). Appointed Seaman Apprentice on April 11, 1942, the training involved a one-month period of instruction.

Seaman John McElroy (Back row, 3rd from left)
Naval Midshipmen’s School
Northwestern University
Appointed Seaman Apprentice (April 11, 1942)

Excerpts of Lt. John McElroy’s WWII notes:

Training involved a one-month period of education. There was a thorough indoctrination course on apprentice seamanship and instruction in all sorts of nautical abilities, knot tying, survival skills, and such.  This was followed by instruction in ordnance, gunnery, navigation, engineering and PT (Patrol Torpedo).

Seaman McElroy in Naval Training at Northwestern University, 1942

Seaman John McElroy
Naval Training at Northwestern University
April 1942

Upon completion of Midshipmen’s School, I was asked by Commander Bulkeley if I might consider volunteering for Motor Torpedo Boat duty.  In deliberation, I felt drawn to the adrenaline and independence of torpedo boat service and the close engagement with Japanese forces.  It was also nearly the only way I would ever skipper my own boat and the very thought of it intrigued me. Upon receiving notice for selection of duty with the “Mosquito Fleet,” I considered it an honor to serve.

Midshipman John McElroy Appointed May 15, 1942) Prior to reporting to Motor Torpedo Boat Squadron Training Center (MTBSTC) Melville, Rhode Island June 1942

Midshipman John McElroy
(Appointed May 15, 1942)
Reported to Motor Torpedo Boat Squadron Training Center (MTBSTC)
Melville, Rhode Island
June 1942

An intensive three-weeks torpedo course was provided prior to reporting for two-months of torpedo boat training in Melville, Rhode Island.  When I first strolled down the hill toward Narragansett Bay and saw those deadly looking boats in the lagoon, I wondered what loomed ahead.

We were trained on an Elco 80-foot PT boat.  She was quite a speed  craft with three large 12-cylinder Packard gasoline engines, a total of 4500 horsepower, and capable of 41 knots.  Each PT boat had four 21-inch torpedo tubes, and several .50 caliber machine guns.  I could only imagine the kind of retribution we could unleash.


When we started out, I didn’t know an auxiliary generator from a heat exchanger, a lazarette from a flux gate, or a vee drive from a butterfly muffler.  I did learn quickly at the hands of those salty boat captains who never missed a chance to tell us how rugged life was “out in the area.”   We practiced torpedo runs, learned aircraft and ship recognition, and the mechanics of  field stripping a .50 caliber machine gun, although most of us never became totally proficient at blinker.

We made regular torpedo runs on the Vineyard Haven light ship, patrolled outside the anti-submarine nets, ran missions to Block Island, and practiced boat handling at a dilapidated dock in the Fall River.   

John McElroy (R) at MTBSTC in Melville RI (1942) "PT Boats in the Pacific" Military History Documentary

Midshipman John McElroy (R) at MTBSTC in Melville RI (1942)
“PT Boats in the Pacific”
Military History Documentary

Ensign John McElroy (Appointed August 3, 1942) Following graduation from the Motor Torpedo Boat Squadron Training Center (MTBSTC) Melville, Rhode Island August, 1942

Ensign John McElroy
(Appointed August 3, 1942)
Following graduation from the Motor Torpedo Boat Squadron Training Center (MTBSTC)
Melville, Rhode Island
August, 1942

Upon completion of Motor Torpedo Boat training, I reported to the Brooklyn Naval Yard at Bayonne, New Jersey.   Assigned to a crew, I was appointed skipper of PT-161.  Following training together, our boat was commissioned into service.  Promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade, I was assigned to Squadron Ron 9 under Lieutenant Commander Robert B. Kelly in November of 1942.

Commissioning of Squadron Ron 9 Officers and Crew (Nov 1942)

Commissioning of Squadron Ron 9 Officers and Crew
November 10, 1942

Lt Cmdr H. F. Sasse Commissions Squadron Ron 9 (Nov 10 1942)

Lt Cmdr H. F. Sasse Commissions Squadron Ron 9
November 10, 1942

Squadron 9 Officers November, 1942

Squadron Ron 9 Officers
November 10, 1942

LTJG John McElroy's PT 161

LTJG John McElroy’s PT 161

PT-161 Log LTJG John McElroy, Commanding Officer

PT-161 Log
LTJG John McElroy, Commanding Officer

It was indeed a time of great tension and uncertainty, but also of great patriotism. Our squadron left the states with eight of our boats cradled on the deck of a tanker and my boat looked awkward in its position above the water. Our destination was Panama and it was January, 1943.

Squadron Nine PT boats loaded on SS White Plains for shipment to Panama New York, December 1942 National Archives Photo

Squadron Ron 9 PT Boats
Loaded on SS White Plains for shipment to Panama
New York, December 1942
National Archives Photo

Once through the Panama Canal, our boats were unloaded in the Gulf of Panama and we gave them a thorough shakedown at Taboga Island, the Island of Flowers. Our training at Taboga lasted about 30 days.

I named our boat “Jahnz Canoe.” When you really put the throttle to her, the boat would lift up out of the water and shoot a high rooster tail wake behind us.  Cruising in this patrol boat was an exciting rush. We practiced making torpedo runs on moving targets, assimilating everything but the actual live fire of our torpedoes.

Our boats were subsequently reloaded onto the deck of another tanker and we headed for the South Pacific. It was a long and monotonous cruise southwestward toward the war.  Our destination was New Caledonia in the Coral Sea.

Upon arrival at Noumea, New Caledonia, our Ron 9 Squadron took part in boat exercises along with the battleships Washington, Indiana, and North Carolina.  These took place in a storm with mountainous seas which beat us and our boats terribly. Several had extensive damage and one crewman suffered a broken leg.  Our PT-161 survived but it required patching 10 cracked frames and 32 planks on the bottom of our boat.

Memories I shall remember most about this place are the isolated leper colony, the barrage balloons, and the storm that nearly sunk my boat.  It was indeed a rude welcome to the South Pacific.

Following repairs, we sailed under our own power North by Northwest nearly 550 nautical miles to Tulagi in the Solomon Islands.

Squadron Ron 9 Officers

MTBTC Graduating Class (Hut 35) Oct 7 1942 LTJG John McElroy, 2nd row, 1st on Right

MTBTC Graduating Class (Hut 35)
Oct 7 1942
LTJG John McElroy, 2nd row, 1st on Right

Motor Torpedo Boat Squadron Ron 9 Officers Solomon Islands, June 1943 (LTJG McElroy - 2nd from left, back row)

Motor Torpedo Boat Squadron Ron 9 Officers
Solomon Islands, June 1943
(LTJG John McElroy – back row, 2nd from left)

Commanding Officer, Ron 9 Squadron, Robert B. Kelly (7th from left) and PT-157 crew with Skipper Buddy Lebinow (eighth from left)

Commanding Officer, Ron 9 Squadron, Robert B. Kelly (7th from left)
and PT-157 crew with Skipper Buddy Lebinow (eighth from left) )
who would later rescue John F. Kennedy of PT-109.

Skippers Webb, Ruff, and McElroy at Tulagi (1943)

PT Skippers Webb, Ruff, and McElroy at Tulagi, Solomon Islands (1943)

Skippers Smith, McElroy, Hayes, Brantingham, and Davidson Tulagi in the Solomon Islands

PT Skippers Smith, McElroy, Hayes, Brantingham, and Davidson
Tulagi , Solomon Islands 1943

Skippers McElroy, Marshall, Litton, and Hayes Tulagi 1943

PT Skippers McElroy, Marshall, Litton, and Hayes
Tulagi, Solomon Islands 1943

Silver (Radar Officer) Tiberti (Gunner's Mate) Spivey (Motor Mac) PT-161

Silver (Radar Officer) Tiberti (Gunner’s Mate) Spivey (Motor Mac)

J. D. McGloughlin, Executive Officer, PT-154

Joseph D. McLaughlin
Executive Officer, PT-154

Charles Silver Executive Officer, PT -153

Charles Silver
Executive Officer, PT -153

Charles Silver PT-153 (left) with Joseph D. McLaughlin of PT-154 (right), a casualty of Ron 9.  He was killed in action on November 14, 1943 and McLaughlin Grove on  the Rendova PT Boat Base, Solomon Islands, was named in honor of his service.

Once in the Solomons, we were now in the middle of the shooting war.  At issue were the airstrips on all the various islands and who controlled them.   Our mission  would be threefold:  prevent the Japanese Navy and Tokyo Express from resupplying island strongholds in the area, prevent  the escape of Japanese forces and their concentrated movement between the islands, and help move Marine-strike forces behind enemy lines.  

We made most of our combat patrols at night. That’s when the Japanese Navy ran their Tokyo Express down the slot south through the Solomons.  Many a brave ship of our Navy had met its fate here in these waters of Iron Bottom Sound,  named  for dozens of ships and planes sunk during the Battle of Guadalcanal in 1942-43.

Occasionally we witnessed distant flashes on the horizon followed seconds later by a muffled boom which signaled the probable death of a ship and its men.

PT boat heads out for a night's patrol

PT Boat heads out for a night’s patrol

Iron Bottom Sound

Iron Bottom Sound
Stretch of water at the southern end of the slot
between Guadalcanal, Savo Island, and Florida Island in the Solomons

Our accommodations at Tulagi could best be described as native casual where mosquitoes and rats were a constant nuisance.   Our tents, huts, native lean-tos, and Atibrine tablets struggled against the thick jungle, heavy rainfall, high temperatures, swamps, excessive mud, and malaria.  We knew we were fortunate, however, compared to the Marines and coast watchers in these jungles.

Establishing the PT Boat Base at Tulagi, Solomon Islands

Establishing the PT Boat Base at Tulagi, Solomon Islands

Tulagi PT Boat Base

Tulagi PT Boat Base, Solomon Islands

The average age of my crew was well below the standard for the squadron but, in my estimation, was the best of them all and soon gained a reputation as an outstanding crew.  Mainly because of the fine crew I had, I was made a section leader, which meant we were in the lead of three to six PT boats on every combat patrol.

PT-161 was always second in Commander Kelly’s squadron, for he knew he could depend on us to maneuver with him at close range under any conditions and into any fight.  Attacking Japanese destroyers and innumerable enemy barges. I was proud of the way my crew laid down heavy and accurate fire, changed out gun barrels, and repaired disabled guns while under attack themselves.

Our Ron 9 squadron prowled mostly in the middle and northern Solomon Islands and as we fought our way through, we had to bum, borrow and steal nearly everything we needed, as we could carry few supplies on board. We were always up front and had inadequate supply lines.  Scroungers were especially prized as crewman, for we were constantly replacing parts and guns with whatever was available at the time, either by salvage or by pirating.  We acquired a 20-mm gun and mounted it to our stern and also added a smoke generator to our transom. Our PT-161 now bristled with guns.

Our Commander Kelly demanded perfection in combat readiness  for all boats, regardless how hard the duty or how short the supplies.   As our bases were bombed on a regular basis by the Japanese, we spent a fair amount of time together in fox holes while on land.  New crewman came and went as men were lost to injury, transfer, discharge and malaria. 

PT Base Rendova Island

PT Base Rendova Island

Rendova Habor Chart 1943

Rendova Harbor Chart 1943

McLaughlin Grove Rendova PT Boast Base Squadron 9, 1943

McLaughlin Grove, Rendova PT Boat Base, Solomon Islands
In Honor of Joseph D. McLaughlin, Executive Officer PT-154
First casualty of Ron 9, killed in action November 14, 1943,

We set up our new forward PT boat base just outside Rendova Harbor on a small island called Lumbaria. They named our new base “Todd City” after Ensign Leon Todd, who had been killed in action on 2 July.

On 3 July we were on the move further north. There was going to be an invasion of the island of Rendova and our job was to protect the flank of our destroyers and our invasion force. We made the move during the night and entered the harbor at dawn.

On the following night, we received a coded message that American supply ships would arrive before dawn. I had just come topside after deciphering the message when we saw naval gunfire near Banyette Point. Moments later there were shells splashing in the water nearby. It was a Japanese task force that had sailed down from Rabaul to shell our shore landing and now were shooting at us.

Commander Kelly was on Buddy Liebenow’s 157 boat. We were the second, followed by Lowry in the 162. Kelly led us straight for the enemy. We went to full speed and tore out across Blanche Channel after them. With the wind and the sea spray in my face and with enemy shells splashing around us, the thought suddenly occurred to me that this was the moment that we had been preparing for all these months.

We were speeding along across the dark water, illuminated only by two-way gunfire into what looked like the sure jaws of death, but I figured we were up to it.  At least I hoped so, as there was no turning aside now.

Apparently there is not much that is quite as unnerving to a Japanese Commander as the sight of three half-crazy American torpedo boats charging straight for you…and that was how we celebrated the 4th of July, 1943.


JFK and PT-109 Navy Photo

John F. Kennedy and PT-109
Navy Photo

It was August 1, 1943 that we of the 161 were given a rare night off.  Several sections of our PTs, fifteen boats in all, headed out to the northwest to patrol the Ferguson passage on the southwest side of Kolombangara, a tall volcanic island that was surrounded by nearby islands of New Georgia, Wanna Wanna, and Gizo. For someone that has not been there on a moonless night, it is hard to imagine how dark it can be in the surrounding waters.

It was not until the next morning at the officers meeting that I learned that several of our boats had engaged Japanese destroyers that were coming up out of Kula Gulf through Blackett Strait. It had been the darkest of nights and the action was confusing and scattered.

Due to the inky blackness of the night, the Japanese destroyers were virtually on top of the PTs when they were first spotted, leaving little time to take action. Several boats had made torpedo runs but the results were inconclusive. One of our boats had been lost. It was struck by an enemy destroyer at high speed and cut in half.

There was an explosion and a tremendous fireball flaming high into the air. Our boats that witnessed it from various distances were pretty sure that nobody could have possibly survived that inferno. There were about 1800 gallons of 100 octane gasoline in that boat. No wreckage or survivors could be detected by the other boats.

It was the PT-109 that had been lost. We all felt bad, being friends with many of the crew but life went on at our base, Todd City.  It was not our first loss of this war and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

PT-109 Collision Solomon Islands 1943

PT-109 collision with Japanese destroyer Amagiri
Solomon Islands, Aug 2, 1943

Five days later, I along with several others observed two natives in an outrigger canoe approach our base on Rendova. They came ashore and presented a green coconut shell, which they claimed to be from Kennedy. We were astounded, as none of us had any reason to believe that he or any other of the 109 crew were still alive.

Their names were Biuku and Eroni. We questioned them extensively to determine if this was an actual message from Kennedy. I looked at the coconut husk. On it was scribbled with a knife, “Native knows pos’it… He can pilot… 11 alive… Need small boat… Kennedy.”

We were not completely sure the two natives and the coconut shell were not part of a Japanese trap but within hours a rescue mission was organized and Buddy Liebenow of PT-157 would go in for the actual pickup.  He had been there on the night of the incident and was familiar with the proximity.

As was normal, the run was made at night with departure and speed timed to arrive on the scene during the blackest hours.  Running at patrol speed to keep the wake down, the two natives, Biuku and Eroni, stood beside Buddy and helped him locate the rendezvous point. There were so many little islets out here that it would have been near impossible to find them at night on their own.

An Australian coast watcher named Evans helped set up this whole rendezvous.  Kennedy was to be met at a predetermined spot where he would await with natives in a canoe. Four signal shots were fired by the 157 and Jack returned signal fire. Buddy moved his boat in slowly and picked him up and Jack helped pilot them toward a very small islet near Cross Island on the West side of Ferguson Passage.

The 157 boat eased in toward the shoreline of Olasana Island.  At first there was no sign of the 109 crew and, after a short wait, Kennedy started yelling for them.  Slowly they emerged one by one from the trees and the pickup proceeded forward.  Nothing had happened, as initially considered, but all were relieved to finally swing the boat around and head for home.

It was 0530 when the boats made it back to Rendova Island. It was a joyous occasion with much handshaking, back slapping, and kidding going on. There had been a little medicinal juice passed around the 157 boat on the way back and some of the 109 survivors were “extra happy” to be back at Todd City, along with several of the natives who were joyously singing “Jesus Loves Me”… It was indeed a good night and dawn for all of us.

LTJG John F. Kennedy and LTJG John McElroy Rendova Island August 1943 PT-161 in the background

LT John F. Kennedy and LTJG John McElroy
Rendova Island
August 1943
PT-161 in the background

LTJG John McElroy PT-161 Skipper

LTJG John McElroy (left)
PT-161 Skipper

Our war continued on as we slowly progressed to the north. We spent a short time stationed at the island of Vella LaVella at a place called Lambu Lambu Cove. The base was just a few native grass huts and some tents back in the trees. There was an abandoned Japanese barge on the beach. A small dock was used to tie up to for refueling and all the other boats were tied around the cove to trees that grew out over the water. We were told there were still Japanese on the island and to not wander too far off the base.

Other places where we saw action were Lever Harbor, Cape Torokina and Green Island. Gradually we pushed the Japanese back closer to their huge stronghold at Rabaul, their largest base in the South Pacific.

PT-161 docked at Green Island in the Solomons

PT-161 docked at Green Island in the Solomons

There were many nights we returned to base repeatedly for ammunition in strikes against Japanese destroyers and enemy barges.   One night returning to  Kula Gulf on New Georgia, we discovered all our ready ammunition had been exhausted.   Forced to gather old ammo exposed to the elements, we  suffered misfires and hung fires the rest of the night.

I will always remember my crew’s bravery that evening.  In a fight for our lives with eight enemy barges, only one of our main guns remained operational.  Wylan never wavered and remained on the bow firing his .50 Cal. like a madman, while our other guns  were silent.

I ran to check on the other guns and caught Joe Tiberti pulling a smoking 20-mm shell out of his gun and throwing it over the side with his bare hands.  Van der Heiden was ramming the 20’s out of our stern mounted gun with all the force he could muster. There were buckets of water everywhere with hot 20-mm barrels in them. The last barrel was still in place and Van was banging away on a cleaning rod trying to clear the barrel, not knowing what second might be his last as he was hammering on a high explosive round.

I ran back to check on Chase’s twin 50’s and found him working intently on a lap full of parts from both guns and whatever spare parts he could find. There were tracers flying everywhere and a few uncomfortably close to my head but Chase never noticed, except for the light they provided for him to work.  I mentally crossed those guns off as Wylan’s 50 was the only gun firing except for the rifles and a Tommy gun from the remainder of the crew.

On my next run, however, those guns were all spitting fire like a vengeance. Oh, what a wonderful sound!  That was the coolest exhibition of nerve that I have ever seen.  I never dreamed they would have them functioning in the middle of a pitch dark firefight.  I was certainly one proud skipper.  It was a very satisfying feeling to witness the early dawn’s light filter over a sea as smooth as glass with a broom tied to our mast as we cruised slowly back toward our base.

About this time, I began to experience some episodes of chills, fever, and sweats. Our medical officer treated me for malaria and I was able to rebound after several days. The mosquitoes here are very thick. You can sleep under a net but there is only so much you can do.

At this point in the war, our PTs had become personnel barge fighters. The idea was to keep the Japanese from moving men from island to island so they couldn’t concentrate their forces or escape. We also helped move Marine strike forces behind enemy lines.

It was early fall of ’43 that our own forces and Tokyo Rose started reporting I had been killed in action.  I had to write a letter to my folks to let them know that, regardless of reports to the contrary, I was safe and well and still had my boat.  My officer friends, however, started talking about me in the past tense.

Reporting LTJG John McElroy KIA Waxahachie Daily Light November 4, 1943

LTJG John McElroy Reported KIA
Waxahachie Daily Light
November 4, 1943

Again we moved further north to yet another new base, this time at Stirling in the Treasury Islands. Here we also tied up our boats to huge trees that overhung the water. The water was clear and you could see the coral twenty feet deep.

Motor Torpedo Boat Stirling Base Treasury Island 1942

Motor Torpedo Boat Stirling Base
Treasury Island 1942

Life went on as usual on the island during the day with powdered eggs, bugs, air raids, and poker.  I was told confidentially that orders had arrived for me to return to the states.  A day or two later, Commander Kelly called me in. I thought it was to give me the good news but instead confronted me with, “McElroy, how would you like to volunteer for a dangerous mission – a PT boat strike on Rabaul Harbor?”

As we prepared for the raid, I couldn’t help feeling a sense of dread.  It was going to be a twelve PT boat attack, so we were headed for the lion’s den with 48 torpedoes and roughly 150 men.  It was a long passage north through hazardous waters up to New Britain Island, then skirting east around and up to the Duke of York Islands and in to the Bismark Sea.  We were most assuredly in forbidden waters now. 

Around the peninsula and past Sulphur Point and there it was, the biggest Japanese naval base in the South Pacific.  In we went, twelve boats at combat speed, loaded and locked.  This idea might just be crazy enough to work.

We passed a Japanese destroyer 75 yards abeam. Van der Heiden and Frost were in a very heated argument as to the number of stacks and guns on it. Their argument was very soon settled when they opened up on us with everything they had.

I will never forget the sight of all those Japanese sailors running all over the deck. We could hear their voices and, with a sailing rock, I could have hit one of them.  However, we were too close for their big guns to target us.  The lookout in their crow’s nest was now firing down on us and  I figure he was the one that put the holes in our deck.

My crew put up a fight that I shall never forget. On the way back I overheard someone say, “Are those your knees knocking or mine?” We didn’t bring much ammo home but we did make it. With help, we made it.

Upon our return, Commander Kelly gave me the news that I already knew, my orders to the states for leave.   I was steadily losing weight and my strength. The malarial symptoms came back and the docs stepped up my treatment

He also informed me that I had been recommended for a medal.   There was a little ceremony under the coconut trees and I was awarded the Silver Star with an ocean breeze cooling the sweat on my face. The citation came from Admiral Bull Halsey.   I was pleased with the honor but upset at the same time. They should have cited my outstanding crew.

I went to my men and thanked each one of them and shook their hands. It was very hard for me to leave them, tougher than I ever imagined.  We made a great team and, if it were in my power, every one of them would have been decorated.

Silver Star Presentation LT John McElroy

Silver Star Presentation
LTJG John McElroy

Silver Star Citation-1943 LT John McElroy

Silver Star Citation-1943
LTJG John McElroy

Ron 9 Squadron Commanding Officer Robert B. Kelly Letter regarding LTJG John McElroy's PT service during WWII

Ron 9 Squadron Commanding Officer Robert B. Kelly
Letter to LTJG John McElroy’s parents regarding his PT service during WWII

Ron 9 Commander Kelly Letter-3

I was detached from PT service on January 11, 1944 and it was a long and strangely quiet voyage home with lots of time topside for reflection. The doctors told me my war was now over.  There is a feeling of regret about this… but I never lost any of my men and for that I am grateful.  It sure will be good to see home and family.  I hope they recognize me.

Sailing underneath the Golden Gate was very nearly an emotional experience. My first steps back on the dry ground of America sure felt wonderful. I had not realized how great it would feel to be back in the states. The medical officers here treated me for a few more weeks and then I was reassigned to set up a Navy duty station here in San Francisco.

A few months later Eve and I were married in my parent’s home in Texas.  It was April 18, 1944, and we began our delayed life together.

Eve and John McElroy

Eve and John McElroy

John McElroy was appointed to the rank of Lieutenant on April 2, 1944.

John and Eve McElroy

John and Eve McElroy
University of Notre Dame
South Bend, Indiana
November 6, 1944 through September 24, 1945

I was reassigned as Seamanship Instructor at the US Naval Reserve Midshipmen’s School, Notre Dame, where I served for the remainder of the war.

We operated training craft out on Lake Michigan.  Once dispatched to Jacksonville, Florida with several recruits,  we took delivery of a 104-foot rescue boat.   I sailed it down around the Florida Keys, west across the Gulf of Mexico, and all the way up the Mississippi and Chicago Rivers without the aid of a pilot.  I enjoyed it immensely, as no one shot at us along the entire trip.  It was my last fling as a Navy boat skipper.


All three of my brothers enlisted for the war.  Tom served as an Ensign on a tanker in the South Pacific.  Pat, just 17, served as a control tower and radar operator in the Army Air Corps.  Bodie, who suffered from a leg injury  from a horse accident in his youth, was rejected by every branch he approached.  Turned down fifteen times, he never gave up and finally begged his way into the Navy to serve proudly in the Pacific as a chief mechanic. 

Following the war, I was released to inactive duty.  When the Korean War broke out, I was recalled and served in the Office of Naval Officer Procurement in San Francisco and subsequently in Albuquerque.  Later transferred to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, I served as the Assistant Naval Port Control Officer.

With the war over in Korea, I chose to leave active duty in May of 1955 and returned to Texas, settling back in San Antonio.   Following more than 20 years of active and reserve duty, I subsequently retired from the Navy as a Captain.  I will surely miss it but it was time to move on.

Acknowledgment to the rank of Captain to John McElroy by Rear Admiral Charles Lyman USN

Acknowledgment to John McElroy on the rank of Captain
by Rear Admiral Charles H. Lyman USN

Captain John McElroy (right) and fellow officer onboard ship during USNR maneuvers

Captain John McElroy (right) and fellow officer onboard ship during USNR maneuvers


John McElroy passed away on February 10, 2001 and was buried with full military honors at Fort Sam Houston National Cemetery in San Antonio. 

WWII PT Boat-161 Skipper and Silver Star Recipient

WWII PT-161 Skipper
and Silver Star Recipient


In Tribute to my Father and all PT Boat Veterans

“We stand on the backs of their service and sacrifice”

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19 Responses to A Father’s Service, PT 161

  1. GP Cox says:

    An outstanding tribute for your father! May I have your permission to put his name into the Farewell Salutes?

  2. Will Day says:

    An interesting story of one of the Greatest Generation.

  3. Karen Evans says:

    Thank you for your comment, Will. These stories of WWII are so interesting to capture and hold a special interest for me. In viewing through their own experience, we can all be proud of their service and amazed by the sacrifice of their generation.

  4. Karen, perhaps our fathers crossed paths. Thanks for keeping “The Knights of the Sea” legacy alive.

    • Karen Evans says:

      Daniel, as family members of PT-boat veterans, we know the extremely hazardous service they performed during WWII. Their experiences reflect the inherent risk and dangers they both faced and survived. Thank you for visiting and sharing his story.

  5. Gary Cody says:

    What a wonderful read..Thank you so much for posting this great tribute. I live in New Zealand and spend a lot of time in The Solomon’s researching and finding WWII stories. All those bases your dad was at are familiar to me. Thank you America for saving us also !!

  6. Karen Evans says:

    Gary, I certainly appreciate your kind comment and glad you enjoyed my father’s WWII service and experience in the Solomons. He and others in his Ron 9 Squadron were to enjoy some R&R in New Zealand during the war but was subsequently cancelled. Yearning to make that trip someday, he finally achieved it decades later and loved his time in your country.

  7. Paul Fernandez says:

    That was a wonderful tribute to your father! I knew a man named David Robertson who served with your father and future President Kennedy. He was the Skipper of PT-158. He was a very fine and brave man just like your father.

    • Karen Evans says:

      Paul, thank you for your kind words and your appreciation of my post and my father’s service. How interesting that you knew another Skipper. Those officers and their crew all performed to a great degree in the Solomons during the war. I will pass this information about David Robertson to my brother who knows far more than I on the men who served as Skippers. Thank you for visiting.

  8. James Roy says:

    This is simply awesome Karen. Thanks for posting it and sorry it took me this long to see it. I shared it on a FB group for PT Boats where I’m sure it will equally and thoroughly be appreciated.

    • Karen Evans says:

      Thank you, James, for your comment and referral which is certainly appreciated. I’m very proud of my father’s service and his fellow PT Boat veterans who served in the South Pacific.

  9. Kathy O'Brien says:

    Poignant tribute, Karen. There is a photo of my uncle (whom I never met) Joseph D. McLaughlin PT-154 (not Jason McGloughlin). This is the first time I’ve seen this photo in the grass skirt. Hilarious. My mother would have loved it. What heroes these men were! Thank you.

    • Karen Evans says:

      Thank you, Kathy. Yes, they were heroes and never fail to amaze with their actions and service during WWII. It’s certainly sad for the families of those who never returned and I’m sorry you were unable to meet your uncle. My brother and I will research the name inconsistency for Joseph D. McLaughlin and we thank you for the information.

    • Karen Evans says:

      Kathy, I have corrected the name of your uncle and find it poignant that McLaughlin Grove, Rendova PT Boat Base, Solomon Islands, was named in honor of his service. The grass skirt was indicative of King Neptune events they held in the midst of war, along with the occasional card games. If never seen, let me know if you would like the official naval account of your uncle’s death.

  10. Daniel Martinez says:

    Aloha Karen,
    Thank you so much for posting this wonderful salute to Duty, Honor & Country. It provided me with additional insight to those that served on PT boats in the Pacific War. Preserving the memory and honoring the service of Captain John McElroy, in a greater sense, keeps them alive in our cherished history of America’s participation in WWII.

    Daniel Martinez, Historian, Pearl Harbor National Memorial, National Park Service

  11. Karen Evans says:

    Aloha Daniel,
    Thank you for viewing our father’s service as a PT boat skipper during WWII in the South Pacific and your kind words. Having enlisted following Pearl Harbor, he chose the Navy for the destruction it received and remained with that branch which he loved for 20 years. My father was also able to visit Pearl Harbor during his lifetime and was greatly moved by the wonderful tribute of its national memorial to those who served and perished. Like you, I am always humbled to read the histories of WWII veterans and their amazing patriotic service in a time of our greatest need.

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