In the Tokyo Press Club one night last week, three International News Service men met for a last drink before heading back to Korea to cover the war. For 23-year-old Frank Emery, who had been wounded while on a daring patrol behind Red lines with Correspondent Randolph Churchill (TIME, Sept. 4), it was the end of a two-week convalescence. Until he was hit by a mortar burst, hardworking, chance-taking Frank Emery had been up front almost continuously. So had Photographer Charles Rosecrans. A dark, wiry little man who usually sported a billygoat beard,...
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