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 hospital environment.  

This was 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.