Word: bases
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Dates: during 1950-1950
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Symbolically, the Combat Cargo Command had repeatedly provided the beleaguered troops with an aerial bridge to their bases. Day after day "flying boxcars" had swung low over the column to drop ammunition, medical supplies and rations. And eight miles back up the road at Hagaru, C-475 had set down on an improvised airstrip to pick up long lines of wounded and frostbitten men. Said Combat Cargo Command Pilot Lieut. James Wood: "The marines scraped out the field at Hagaru one afternoon while we circled over it." Every plane in Wood's squadron was damaged by enemy small-arms...
Tunner set up headquarters at Ashiya air base in southern Japan, brought with him, as usual, assistants of long standing. Tunner's chief of staff Colonel Glen R. Birchard had been with him in Germany. Both his communications officer, Colonel Manuel Hernandez, and his operations officer, Colonel Robert ("Red") Forman, were holdovers from the days of the Hump. Says Tunner: "When we start a new airlift, we start in a hell of a hurry. It is a whole lot easier to start with people you know...
...assistants, did not have an easy time of it. With Combat Cargo Command, as with all his other operations, Tunner worked 14 to 16 hours a day, pushed his subordinates to the limit. Along with his staff, Tunner moved into a stucco and plywood duplex house on the air base. In the evenings he brought work home and labored far into the night, frequently calling staff members in for consultation or for rawhiding rebuke. Ruefully, the staff christened their quarters "Soreprat-by-the-sea." Said one staff officer last week: "There are just two things we talk about around here...
...Army Base runs its physicals through a maze of zig-zag cloth screens, numbered into stations. Station Number One included a chair, a plain table, and a doctor who held a slit lamp and a tongue depressor. "Open your mouth," said the doctor. "Head up. Turn it left. Turn it right. Now let me look at those cars." He clicked on the light. "Ah, very interesting." The doctor checked off more spaces on the mimeographed sheet and smiled. "Station Two," he said...
...dressed the private who had been leaning on the coat rack when we had started walked over and looked at my sheet. "Made it, ch?" He smiled. "I hope you haven't lost your meal ticket." I had been issued a meal ticket, worth 90 cents at the Army Base cafeteria; I hadn't lost it. "That ticket is a good deal," said the private. "That's not for mess hall crud, that's for real food." I thanked him, put on my tie, turned in my forms, and went down to the cafeteria. Ninety cents at the Army Base...