Alvin Kuhse
February 6, 1928 - July 1, 1993


Died at Presque Isle, Maine
Wife Evora (Regan) Kuhse
Son Larry D. Kuhse



USS Piper submarine entering Malta in 1950
Aboard is Alvin Kuhse and Glenn Kuhse

Enlisted together June 30, 1948

Back: Donn Kelsey, Jim Farrell, Glenn Kuhse, Willis "Whitey" Lohmeier
Front: Alvin Kuhse, Charles "Tuffy" Schumann

12/19/1952 Longbeach Independent newspaper
ABOARD SUB - Engineman S/c Alvin Kuhse, USN, son of George Kuhse of 1669 South St., is serving aboard the submarine USS Tirante.
The submarine re­cently was recommissioned at the Portsmouth, New Hampshire, Naval Ship­yard.

10/2/1950 Longbeach Independent newspaper
Two Long Beach men, brothers Glenn and Alvin Kuhse, both sea­man, USN, are serving aboard the submarine USS Piper in the Mediterranean as a unit of the Sixth Fleet.


Notes from Donn Kelsey:
This photo was taken at the U.S. Naval Submarine Base, New London, Connecticut in the Fall of 1948. We were all attending the Naval Submarine School.
One of the officers attending the school was a lieutenant named Jimmy Carter...yes, the future President Jimmy Carter.
Donn had no specific memories of ever specifically speaking to Lt. Carter or ever being under his command.

One of the training exercises required us to make escapes from a depth of 50 feet with only a small Momsen Lung on our chests for oxygen and a rope to control our assent to the surface. We just about lost Tuffy but he finally made it. We trained at sea each week and it was tough going at times, but being all together made it easier. My ear drum ruptured and I didn't turn in to Sick Bay, the guys covered for me so I didn't get kicked out of the school. After graduating in the spring of 1949 the Kuhses got on the same sub at New London, I became a crew member on the USS Remora SS 487 at Mare Island, California, and the other three went to the Sub Base in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, to join their subs.

Another little story was about our going to sea down the Thames River. There was a drawbridge that had to open in order for us to pass and the Skipper would toot our horn in order to get their attention to raise it. Sometimes we would have to wait awhile BUT when we returned the skipper said, "The crew is eager to get to town," so would give a toot but not slow down and if the bridge was not up he would dive until our decks were awash and we'd go right under it.