May 21, 2020
Volume 50 - No. 20
Another Record Python!
By Harry Dismuke
In 1953 I was flying as a crew member in Military Air Transport Service (MATS). Stationed in Hawaii we had the pleasure of flying to Tokyo, Manila or to Travis AFB in California on regular bases. About twice a month they would chose one of these colorful spots for us to visit with the agreement that we deliver and pick up either people or cargo. What a deal. We usually had about a day and a half to two days lay-over to exploit the The Paper - 760.747.7119
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best we could. I’m sorry to say I wasted some of those days in those wild drinking establishments but not all. Occasionally there would come up a special flight to a different location. I must say I got more than my share of these. Sometimes it would be Bangkok or Karachi, sometimes it was Fiji or Australia. This was tough duty and I had to endure this for 24 short months. This special trip was to Wake Island. Comparing this destination with all the
others, this was one I could pass up and not feel badly about it. Lucky for the free world I was not in charge and they requested my cooperation and I went.
Being only 21 years old I’m sorry but I didn’t know much about this little atoll. Once seeing it, I could not see much future for it as a resort either. Unbeknownst to me The Pan American Airways in 1935 started a refueling station there for their China Clipper. However, I was somewhat
aware that a heroic yet unsuccessful defense was put up by the U. S. Marines In Dec. of 1941 the Japanese overwhelmed them to take the Island.
After flying at over 9000 ft. and coming down to a South Pacific island, the first thing that hit me was the heat and humidity. In those days we flew the Navy R5D (C-54) transport and so we had the full effect of no pressurization. Some of those flight were 1215 hours long so fatigue was a
Boarding a Japanese WWII Ship See Page 2