We graduated in November and headed back to our bases all over the Far East. That's me, middle row, left.

I caught the same C-54 milk run back to Clark, with the same stops on the way. But at either Okinawa or Formosa my duffel bag got off and I didn’t. Never saw it again, nor the dozens of photos I took in Japan.

Douglas C-54

WALLACE AIR STATION FORMERLY CAMP WALLACE

When I left the States in June, 1950 I was scheduled to return 18-months later in December, 1951. The war in Korea stopped that by extending my enlistment indefinitely. I was rescheduled to return in July, 1952. Lucky for me because I was then assigned to the best duty station ever. Clark was setting up a Direction Finder(DF) and Radar station in northern Luzon at Poro Point on the South China sea.  Facing China, we were on a cliff overlooking a rainbow reef 30-feet below. On the same point of land were huge radio antennas of Voice of America beaming our version of the news to Asia. The antennas were so powerful we were told they would fry you (or at least, sterilize you) if you got too close. Two of us were assigned to take care of the DF radio equipment at Camp Wallace, later to become Wallace Air Station. This involved at least one hour of work each morning and the occasional breakdown of equipment. I also had the job of preparing the duty roster for the Filipino guards and got to know them well.