My daddy (W. D. Temple-1916-1985) was on a Navy DE (destroyer escort) back during the WWII.
He learned they were headed for the Phillipine Islands, etc in the South Pacific, and basically he "pitched a fit" and the "little Yankee" Lt. had him kicked off. As it turned out, all of his friends on the ship, was the way he explained it, were killed there in battle.
He always had a sadness when he told the story but was glad he got himself off of that DE.
Daddy who was a Chief Carpentar's Mate loved to talk about the Navy. It was a terrible shame that we did not have a way to record some of his stories.
When Daddy joined in 1940, he tried to join for 20 years but 6 was the most he was allowed to join for. When the war ended, he got out in the summer of '46 and went home to Arkansas where he became a rice and soybean farmer.