just wanted to relate some of my experiences there at Clark.
I well remember some nights there on the base. For me, It was a
time to fully explore areas in and around my post. Some nights,
while posted west of the POL, my buddy Packard and I were able to
climb the steep cliffs, to look into the numerous small caves dug
into the hillside.
I can only imagine that it was circa WWII Japanese defensive
positions, with enough space for one or two complete with niches
carved into the walls for whatever they were designed to hold.
They were 30 to 40 feet up the wall.
One was able to use the vines and shrubs to grasp and pull
oneself up. Our dogs didn't mind being tied below for this short
period of time. I always kept mine reassured with my voice from
As a young man, I often imagined what it was like, those many
years ago for the people who used the caves. Once, I think it was
out near the bomb dump, I did find a rather large one along a tree
This particular cave was large enough to hold as many as 30 men.
It was hidden from sight by the banana trees and vegetation which
were in abundance in the area. With a U-shape to it and two
openings, within I found the rusted remains of an old radio, which
seemed to be the type that was used during the war.
The cave was not very accomodating, having been designed for
those of shorter stature. I had to stoop the entire way through.
My young mind raced with the possibilities of events that may
have occured within.
I am proud and grateful that I was able to serve my country as a
K-9 handler and that my country allowed me the opportunity to grow
up and learn responsibility.
I often reflect upon my many experiences, smiling inside. As I
look back upon those years and of those who served with me, the
ones that I can remember,
I would have to conclude that they were "good times with
good folk".. Tom Farlow