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career naval officer I should not remain longer than four years in the position I then held. His ready understanding has been one of my warm memories of him.
    The Navy Department concurred in my desire for sea duty, and since I had recently attained the rank of Captain, I was assigned to command one of the fast fleet oilers serving our forces in the Mediterranean. Salamonie, or “Old Sal” as we dubbed her, had been built for the Standard Oil Company as a so-called “super-tanker” just before the war. Taken over by the Navy before completion, she had been a part of the fleet ever since, and when I saw her, she bore the scars of many years of strenuous operations.
    Almost all my time on board was spent at sea in the Mediterranean, fueling ships and fighting rust, and as we prepared to leave that strategic area, I was amazed at the tabulated number of ships we had refueled and the quantity of fuel oil, gasoline, and jet fuel we had pumped through our tanks. We had serviced an average of four ships per day, and on some days we counted as many as twenty-four ships alongside during a twenty-four-hour period.
    During the Salamonie ’s return trip to the United States, in December of 1957, she had a brief moment of distinction when three destroyers, caught in a lengthy period of bad weather at sea, began to run perilously low on fuel. We were the only ship in the vicinity, and after three days of struggle at the tail end of a North Atlantic hurricane, we managed to get fuel to the three ships and save the situation. It was a strenuous operation from the heaving, pitching deck of the Salamonie, and it must have been even more so from the destroyers’ point of view.
    During the first day, a heavy sea swept a man overboard from one of them; snatched him, in fact, from the boat deck, a full deck higher than the ship’s main deck. To launch a lifeboat was impossible; we were all pitching too violently, and even “Old Sal” was rolling her decks under. By good fortune, I happened to be looking at the Gearing through my binoculars at the very moment her signal searchlight began to spell out the words, “M AN OVERBOARD ,” and read the electrifying message direct. In this situation Salamonie, being the biggest ship present, had the advantage; and we were able to maneuver into position to pick the man up by sending a strong swimmer with a line fastened to his waist into the fifty-foot seas after him. The volunteer who thus risked his life to save another was Lawrence W. Beckhaus, then a Gunner’s Mate Second Class.
    “Old Sal” reached the United States on December 22, 1957. On arrival, Beckhaus received a medal for heroism; and I was home for Christmas. In the mail were orders detaching me from command of Salamonie and directing me to report to the “Director of Naval Reactors, Atomic Energy Commission, Washington, D.C., for duty under instruction in nuclear power.”

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If there is anything about the redoubtable Vice-Admiral Rick-over which is predictable, it must be his insistence upon the most thorough training, the most complete familiarity with operational and design procedures, the most meticulously careful engineering practice by the designers, builders, and personnel who operate nuclear machinery. A magnificent record of trouble-free operation of his nuclear power plants is one of the results. It is attained by vigilance on the part of all personnel involved—and of all of them, the most vigilant is Vice-Admiral Rickover himself.
    In the case of the Triton, by the time the ship first put to sea in September, 1959, some of her crew had been training for a period of two years or more. Officers and enlisted menalike had to go through a rigorous program, carefully tailored for the needs of each individual case.
    Executive Officer Will Adams and I, for instance, received what we later decided was the most strenuous and yet the most satisfying period of training, testing, and qualification either