I was ordered to report halfway around the world. On the long and noisy flight in a four-engine propeller-driven airplane to Japan, I mused that, although I had a vague acquaintance with the shape of a Destroyer, I didn’t know its size. I was anxious to see my Destroyer, or “Tin Can,” as I soon learned it was called. But first I had to land at Tachikawa U.S. Air Force base and ride a bus to the Yokosuka U.S. Naval Shipyard. The ride to the shipyard was distracting in a pleasant way, but painfully slow. This was a very different and strange and beautiful world from the West Side of Chicago. Finally, as the bus lumbered into the crowded naval shipyard on Tokyo Bay, I saw a sleek, dangerous-looking gray ship reposed in grandeur alongside a pier. It almost seemed alive, like some great beast. For a moment, I both hoped and feared that it was a Destroyer. As the bus neared the pier, I saw other gray ships, but these were more perky than grand. They looked too small for the ocean I had just crossed. In short order, I learned that the first ship -- the grand ship -- was a Cruiser, and the smaller ships were “Tin Cans.” And my experiences of the next few years reinforced my initial impression: “Tin Cans” are too small for the ocean.