This period of grief and recuperation continued as we went through the
motions that the Army requires of us during our work days. Gradually,
replacements would come in, needing to be trained and prepared for the next
mission. It was as difficult for them as it once was for us, feeling like
fish out of water. There would be occasional reunions as wounded men
returned to the camaraderie of their Army family. A series of photographs
were taken of us, those of us who had survived Corregidor and were present
and reporting for duty, and not so physically wounded as to still need the
also a period in which the Army paperwork required to be kept in accordance
with Army Regulations, which had of nature and necessity not been foremost
on our minds upon Corregidor, was written and, in some cases, rewritten.
It was a
period which would continue until the first week in April, and during the
intervening period there would be a subtle change of command which would
lead the 503d into what was perhaps the worst misuse of an elite paratroop
unit of the entire WWII.