The print bears a date from the processing lab of Aug.
His job was to capture detailed images of whatever portion of the world his cameras could see through a 12-by-12-inch window in the belly of a plane. While the squadron was on assignment in Brazil in 1942, one of the photographers got sick and was sent home, and McGlohon was ordered to replace him.įor the rest of the war, he was at the shutter of one kind of camera or another, mostly large-format outfits each weighing as much as a small child. Assigned to clerical work, he was fascinated by darkroom processes and soon learned how to run and print film. In June 1941, he was sent to Maxwell Field in Montgomery, Ala., where he asked to join the newly formed 3rd Photo Reconnaissance Squadron, which gathered aerial photographs for use in making detailed military maps. 'I said, 'Just as far as you can send me.'' 'He said, 'Where do you want to go?'' McGlohon recalls. On his 18th birthday, he went to Winston-Salem to talk to a recruiter. McGlohon entered the war like millions of others, young adventurers who saw military service as a way out of wherever they were.
