I was on Cavalla for 4+ years towards the end of the Cold War.
There was a plaque on the bulkhead next to the weapons shipping hatch dedicated to our namesake from WWII...got to read that every time I went in or out of the hatch.
On the sub base in the theater on base in Groton, they had battle flags from some of the WWII boats. There were some very impressive flags. A white meat ball for non warship targets and a rising sun flag for warships. My wife and I looked at them every time we went to a movie. We were poor enlisted folks and it was about all we could afford. The friend I had on Cavalla was a machinist mate nuke like me. Seemed like he was always in the med when I was home in off crew. Our wives raised our sons and sewed together. He was from Iowa and me from Missouri. We hit it off when we finally were home at the same time, used to fish together. Navy housing was a bunch of young families trying to get by you could live next door to someone on the boomers other crew and only see them as you turned the boat over in a distant port. Attack boats only had one crew, that’s why we called you guys “ big and black and don’t come back”. Hell of a way to make a living. My first COB had made 21 patrols.