My uncle Marcus Murphey was Patwing 4's dental officer on Attu, after it was "secure." He fished, fixed teeth in a quonset, or for the outlying weather stations; in a field unit installed in the after station of the squadron's hack PBY, and cadged rides in PV-1s and PV-2's raiding the Kuriles. Long after organized resistance ceased, they caught Japs in stolen GI uniforms, hats pulled down over their faces, trying to go through the chowlines. The pilots would sometimes let him fly the PBY. One time they emerged from fog headed straight for the ocean, and the real pilot barely pulled it out in time. That ended his career as a flying dental officer.