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The Vietnam War (Vietnamese: Chiến ing the 1964 Gulf of Tonkin incident, in which a tranh Việt Nam), also known as the Second Indo- U.S. destroyer clashed with North Vietnamese china War, and also known in Vietnam as Re- fast attack craft, which was followed by the Gulf sistance War Against America (Vietnamese: of Tonkin Resolution, which gave the U.S. presi- Kháng chiến chống Mỹ) or simply the American dent authorization to increase U.S. military pres- War, was a Cold War-era proxy war that oc- ence. Regular U.S. combat units were deployed curred in Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia from 1 beginning in 1965. Operations crossed interna- November 1955 to the fall of Saigon on 30 April tional borders: bordering areas of Laos and Cam- 1975. This war followed the First Indochina War bodia were heavily bombed by U.S. forces as (1946–54) and was fought between North Vi- American involvement in the war peaked in etnam—supported by the Soviet Union, China 1968, the same year that the communist side and other communist allies—and the government launched the Tet Offensive. The Tet Offensive of South Vietnam—supported by the United failed in its goal of overthrowing the South Viet- States and other anti-communist allies. The Viet namese government but became the turning point Cong (also known as the National Liberation in the war, as it persuaded a large segment of the Front, or NLF), a South Vietnamese communist United States population that its government's common front aided by the North, fought a guer- claims of progress toward winning the war were rilla war against anti-communist forces in the re- illusory despite many years of massive U.S. mili- gion. The People's Army of Vietnam (also known tary aid to South Vietnam. as the North Vietnamese Army) engaged in a Gradual withdrawal of U.S. ground forces more conventional war, at times committing large began as part of as "Vietnamization", which units to battle. aimed to end American involvement in the war As the war continued, the part of the Viet while transferring the task of fighting the Com- Cong in the fighting decreased as the role of the munists to the South Vietnamese themselves. De- NVA grew. U.S. and South Vietnamese forces spite the Paris Peace Accord, which was signed relied on air superiority and overwhelming fire- by all parties in January 1973, the fighting con- power to conduct search and destroy operations, tinued. In the U.S. and the Western world, a large involving ground forces, artillery, and airstrikes. anti-Vietnam War movement developed as part In the course of the war, the U.S. conducted a of a larger counterculture. large-scale strategic bombing campaign against Direct U.S. military involvement ended North Vietnam, and over time the North Vietnam- on 15 August 1973. The capture of Saigon by the ese airspace became the most heavily defended in North Vietnamese Army in April 1975 marked the world. the end of the war, and North and South Vietnam The U.S. government viewed its involve- were reunified the following year. The war exact- ment in the war as a way to prevent a Communist ed a huge human cost in terms of fatalities. Esti- takeover of South Vietnam. This was part of a mates of the number of Vietnamese service mem- wider containment policy, with the stated aim of bers and civilians killed vary from 800,000 to 3.1 stopping the spread of communism. The North million. Some 200,000–300,000 Cambodians, Vietnamese government and the Viet Cong were 20,000–200,000 Laotians, and 58,220 U.S. ser- fighting to reunify Vietnam under communist vice members also died in the conflict. rule. They viewed the conflict as a colonial war, Upcoming Newsletters will feature arti- fought initially against forces from France and cles on the Third Marines and Con Thien a Unit- then America, and later against South Vietnam. ed States Marine Corps combat base located near Beginning in 1950, American military ad- the Vietnamese Demilitarized Zone about 3 km visors arrived in what was then French Indochina. from North Vietnam in Gio Linh District, Quảng U.S. involvement escalated in the early 1960s, Trị Province. It was the site of fierce fighting with troop levels tripling in 1961 and again in from February 1967 through February 1968. 1962. U.S. involvement escalated further follow- MEET OUR NEW COMMADANT PAGE 3

From 1988-1991, Dunford was as- gon announced that President Barack signed as the Marine Officer In- Obama had appointed Dunford to serve structor at the College of the Holy as the commanding general of I Marine Cross and Officer Candidates Expeditionary Force and Marine Forces School at Marine Corps Base Quan- Central Command. tico. In 1992, he was assigned to Less than a year into that assign- HQMC as a member of the Com- ment, Dunford was nominated by Secre- mandant’s staff group and subse- tary of Defense Robert Gates to succeed quently as the Senior Aide to the James F. Amos as Assistant Comman- Commandant of the Marine Corps. dant of the Marine Corps, who had been In 1995, he joined the 6th Marine nominated to succeed James Conway as Regiment as the executive officer, Commandant. President Obama approved then went on to command 2nd Bat- his promotion and Dunford assumed the talion 6th Marines from 1996 until duties and new rank on 23 October 2010. 1998. On October 10, 2012, General In 1999, Dunford was the Dunford was nominated by President Barack Obama to lead U.S. and NATO executive assistant to the Vice [13] Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of forces in Afghanistan. After an investi- Staff (under both Generals Joseph gation into inappropriate communications Ralston and Richard Myers) and as from the then-current commander in Af- Joseph F. Dunford, Jr. (born Chief, Global and Multilateral Af- ghanistan, General John R. Allen, was December 8, 1955) is a United States Ma- fairs Division (J-5) until 2001. He opened, Secretary Panetta requested that rine Corps general and the present Com- next served in the 1st Marine Divi- General Dunford's nomination be acted mandant of the Marine Corps, the 36th sion where he was assigned to com- on promptly. Dunford assumed command such one. Prior to this, he served as command the 5th Marine Regiment, then of the International Security Assistance mander of the International Security Assis- Force and U.S. Forces Afghanistan as the division's chief of staff and [2] tance Force and United States Forces- Af- assistant commander. During this (USFOR-A) from General Allen, who ghanistan from February 2013 until August time, he served 22 months in Iraq.[4] had since been cleared in the Pentagon's 2014. He has commanded several units, During his command of RCT-5 in investigation involving his e-mails in the and is noted for leading the 5th Marine the 2003 invasion of Iraq, he earned Petraeus scandal, on February 10, 2013, Regiment during the 2003 invasion of Iraq. the nickname "Fighting Joe" under On June 5, 2014, General Dun- Dunford was born in Boston in James Mattis. ford was nominated by President Obama 1955, and raised in Quincy, Massachusetts. From 2005-2007, Dunford to be the 36th Commandant of the Ma- He graduated from Boston College High returned to Headquarters Marine rine Corps. His nomination was con- School in 1973 and from Saint Michael's Corps to serve as the Director of the firmed by the Senate on July 23, 2014, College in June 1977. He earned his com- Operations Division of the Plans, and he became Commandant on October mission the month of his college gradua- Policies and Operations staff, and 17, 2014. tion. He is a graduate of the United States eventually became the Vice Director Army War College, Ranger School and the for Operations (J-3) at the Joint Amphibious Warfare School. He holds a Staff in 2008.[6] In December 2007, Master of Arts degree in Government from Dunford was nominated for promo- Georgetown University and a second Mas- tion to the rank of major general.[7] ter of Arts in International Relations from In February, Secretary of Defense the Fletcher School of Law and Diplomacy Robert Gates announced that Presi- at Tufts University. dent George W. Bush had nominat- In 1978, Dunford served in the 1st ed Dunford for promotion to lieu- Marine Division as a platoon and company tenant general and appointment as commander in 3rd Battalion 1st Marines Deputy Commandant for Plans, Pol- and a company commander in 1st Battal- icies and Operations, to succeed Lt ion 9th Marines until 1981. He served as Gen Richard F. Natonski. In April the aide to the commanding general of III 2008, his appointment to the perma- Marine Expeditionary Force for a year, nent rank of major general was con- then transferred to the Officer Assignment firmed by the United States Senate, Branch at Headquarters Marine Corps in and simultaneously appointed in the Washington, D.C.. He reported to the 2nd grade of lieutenant general for his Marine Division in June 1985 and com- new assignment. manded L Company of 3rd Battalion 6th Dunford served a dual role in his Marines. In 1987, he was reassigned to 2nd assignment as Deputy Commandant Air Naval Gunfire Liaison Company as the for Plans, Policies, and Operations. Operations, Plans, and Training Officer. On May 1, 2009, the Penta- PAGE 4 MEMOIR OF KOREAN WAR VET

Jerome Stanley Bonkowski Prescott, Arizona - Korean War Veteran of the United States Marine Corps "It was during this incident that I felt that I was in the most personal danger in Korea. I was isolated with a potentially dangerous machine gun and unable to put it into action by myself without risking its loss to the enemy. I could defend myself, but couldn't be certain of protecting the gun and the Marines on whom it might be used. The result was sensory overload that almost paralyzed my brain and body."

Note the fancy white belt on my green trousers. As a freshly minted SSgt, I felt a bit of informal celebration was in order, and at home I could get away with almost anything.

The following memoir is the result of an online interview between Je- rome Bonkowski and Lynnita (Sommer) Brown that took place in 2001.Lynnita Brown is the Editor of the Korean War Educator and she has been publishing stories of Korean Veterans for more than 15 years. This article is re- printed with the expressed written permission of Lynnita.

Jerome Bonkowski is hs been a member of our detachment since March 2003 and a Life Member of the MCL since May 2001. Jerome was a squad leader, Machine Gun Platoon, H&S Company, 2d Battalion, 7th Marines, 1st Marine Division (reinforced), Fleet Marine Force. He also served in Dog Company, 7th Marines.

There were three phases to my tour of duty in the Korean War. Phase I was Inchon, Kimpo, north Seoul, and Uijong- bu. Phase 2 was Wonsan, Hungnam, Hamhung, all points north up to Hagaru-ri, then back to Hungnam. Phase 3 was Wonju, Hoengsong, Hongchon, Chunchon, and all points north to the Yanggu Inje area. Some memories stand out vividly in my mind. The Inchon operation got my attention with a supply run to Easy 2/7 during a NKPA attack, digging into a half-completed foxhole only to uncover the tail fin of a 120mm Russian mortar shell, taking machine gun fire on the road to Uijongbu, and having the tank I took shelter near fire off a 90mm round right over my head...which still rings. The voyage to Wonsan in a Japanese LST, eating corned beef hash three times a day, and smelling that reeking octopus eaten by the Jap crew was memorable. I remember the cozy quarters in the basement-located chemistry lab of a school campus north of Wonsan, long truck rides standing up with as many as 30 full-loaded troops per 15-man truck, a long road march to Sudong-ni and its two-day battle and trucking up to Koto-ri and feeling the 20-degree drop in temperature, eating frozen USMC birthday cake, the long hike up to Hagaru, and the unsuccessful fight to reach Fox/2/7. I participated in the breakout at Koto-ri, standing cold watches in the snow while my feet went numb, the long walk down Funchilin Pass, trucks at Chinhung-ni, the train south of Sudong, warm tents at Hungnam, hot showers and clean racks on the Gen. D.I. Sultan, standing 24-hour chow line on LSD-17 Catamount and then eating and getting back in line, and the muddy bean field at Masan. KOREAN WAR VET PAGE 5

Wonju to Inje was all exhausting movement with moments of concern. A platoon member took mortar frag- ments in the shin, was put on a bubble-nosed chopper which crashed on takeoff, lived, but didn't come back. Getting ready to go into Division reserve, we collected all the extra grenades. A new kid didn't bother to check safety pins. He just dumped them into an empty sandbag. When the half-full bag blew, we weren't sure how much of him was found. Our platoon held the "back door" open for the withdrawing 187th Airborne, and I was impressed with how professional they looked on the road below us. It was a helpless feeling as the CP took a pasting from 120mm mortars, after which I helped to evacuate our guys who were hit. I was reassigned to Dog 2/7 although I was a "short timer". I remember attacking a NKPA hill, then sitting tight under return mortar fire. I also remember climbing a high ridge at night as NKPA 76mm rounds snapped just overhead. My name is Jerome Stanley Bonkowski of Prescott, Arizona. I was a Depression-era foundling who was born ap- proximately August 19, 1929 in Chicago, Illinois. My foster parents were Stanilaus Joseph and Jeanne Helen Gregorowicz Bonkowski. My father was a railroad switchman. My siblings were a sister, Valerie Gorski, who was six years older than me; a brother, William Saunders, who was one year younger; and a sister Teresa (unknown family name) who was about 15 years younger. I attended grade school in the Bennett, St. Joachim, St. Sabina, and St. Felicitas schools, all in Chicago, and then I attended Leo High School, graduating in June of 1947. After school and summers, I worked stocking and bagging groceries. During World War II I was a member of a school team that petitioned neighbors for scarce materials such as metal and paper. USMCR I was in the United States Marine Corps Reserves (USMCR) prior to Korea, so I missed boot camp. Although I didn't do boot camp, I had excellent combat-proven USMCR NCOs who taught me most of what I needed to be a functioning Marine. I enlisted on June 23, 1948 to avoid the draft. A high school buddy had just completed boot camp, which is why I joined the Marine Corps Reserve. Three of my high school pals went with me, also to avoid the Army. My folks agreed with my decision to join. Reserve meetings for training were weekly on Thursday. We had semi-annual written tests and competitive gun drills while in the USMCR. The heat and weight of gear were my biggest chal- lenges of infantry training. Since I was from Chicago, the need for cold weather training was minimal. In addition to the weekly meetings, I had two-week field training at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina and Little Creek Virginia Amphibious Base. I was at Lejeune in 1948 and 1950 and at Little Creek in 1949, traveling to them by train. At the training camp we were under an intense schedule. Our reveille was at 0400, while Regulars' was at 0600. We awakened them early with our platoon cadence during morning runs. They hated us. We had weekend liberty in Jacksonville, North Carolina or Virginia Beach, Virginia. At Camp Lejeune we practiced standard techniques, especially gun drills on crew-served weapons. We fired most infantry weapon ranges for familiarization, threw grenades, and fired the rifle range for annual requalifica- tion. When not firing we made long marches at "forced march" speed or practiced climbing down nets and lower- ing gear from towers. I also trained on the 60mm mortar. Former active duty NCOs and officers taught us by re- petitive hands-on and lectures. All of our training during those two-week camps was on base. After a two-year enlistment, I was the only one of the four of us who had joined the Marine Corps Reserves who re -enlisted.... Slow learner? War Breaks Out I knew nothing about Korea when war broke out there. I did not want to go to war. (Avoiding the draft did not include a desire to go to war.) From the time the war broke out until the time I shipped out I avidly followed the news about what was happening in Korea via newspapers and magazines like LIFE, etc. I expected to go to war, but did not expect a long war. I knew that the Army wasn't ready and the United States Marine Corps was too small to do anything decisive. When Truman acted I took a leave of absence from my job. My family and close friends seemed genuinely concerned about me. I had a girlfriend and she was very upset. I was assigned to be squad leader of a Machine Gun Platoon, H&S Company, 2d Battalion, 7th Marines, 1st Ma- PAGE 6 KOREAN WAR VET

rine Division (reinforced), Fleet Marine Force. I had spent over two years becoming an expert on the 60mm mortar, but when I got to Camp Pendleton, I was assigned a light machine gun squad. I had never even touched one before. I slept very little the first few nights. Instead, to be certain that I knew more about the guns than my squad members, a typical late-night activity after lights went out at 2200 was stripping and reassembling a machine gun in the head. I liked doing something new. We formed 2/7 from scratch at Camp Pendleton. My unit was experimental--the only one in the division. Colonel Homer Litzenberg was allowed to form a Command Post defense platoon, essentially a small light machine gun platoon of 25. The idea was to free up a line company platoon normally assigned to protect the Command Post. I am not even sure we showed on the Table of Organization and Equipment (TO&E). I couldn't believe that simple little me was involved in all this important stuff, making history and all that. As a high school graduate, I was acutely aware that any war is important to a nation. All Marines are aware that when in combat they are being measured against the performance of their predecessors. We knew all about Peleliu and Okinawa, and what the 1st Marine Division had done there. I knew that Chesty Puller had won the Navy Cross on Guadalcanal while serving in my regiment. We were well-versed in how important it was to win, and knew that we would add a new battle streamer to the Marine Corps Battle Color. That must have had something to do with us earning three Presidential Unit Cita- tions in less than a year. Marines tend to feel that they are the only ones making U.S. military history, and the others are just fooling around and getting by. Sea Voyage We boarded the USS Bayfield APA33 on September 1, 1950. It was an old troop transport that could hold a battalion (about 1,000). Only the 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines were on the ship, although all holds were jammed with car- go. We were combat loaded. I had never been on a large ship before, but I didn't get sick. When the ship rolled, lots of others got sick. Most made it to the "head", but some had to clean up their messes on the troop deck. Once they got sick they usually stayed on the weather deck. We didn't hit stormy water, but there were lots of big swells all the way. There wasn't much entertainment on the ship. We had lots of gun drills, weapons stripping and cleaning, and lectures on life in combat. Time off was spent schmoozing with guys in the unit and there were movies on deck at night. Other than the new guys in my unit, several of whom were from Chicago, I didn't know anybody else on the ship. My only duty was Duty NCO in the troop berth once. The only eventful thing that happened on the trip was the USS Okanagan APA, which was in our two-ship convoy, stopped to blow stacks and soot covered our ship. On the way over to Korea, we heard stories about the North Korean People's Army (NKPA) using civilians as shields at a place called No Gun Ri. [The 7th Cavalry was involved.] It's always been done by the ruthless. I don't doubt that some NKPA sneaked into civilian groups to snipe at us, and that poses an ethical problem. The resolution is and was that a position is usually supposed to be held at all costs, regardless of "collateral damage". Indiscrimi- nate firing is unfortunate but understandable, given the untrained troops involved. Marines would not have "hosed down" a group like that, but would have fired only at muzzle flashes to gain fire superiority. New Arrival We arrived in Kobe, Japan about September 15. I don't know why, but we were in Kobe for two days. I got one night's liberty there. We landed at Inchon, Korea, early on September 21st. The ship motored in, we climbed down the nets into LCVP's, and the ship left. My first impression of Korea was that it reeked, looked old and shabby, and was too hot. It was hot and humid from Inchon through Seoul. Nights were chilly and damp. I was enervated by the heat, but squeaked by. I was wearing summer clothing that consisted of standard USMC herringbone twill dungarees and boondockers, eventually replaced by Army utilities and buckle-top boots. It was obvious that we were in a war zone because there was lots of burned-out wreckage of buildings and gear. There were huge piles of supplies all over, and busy people scur- rying about. The first night in Korea was a fiasco. Trucks took us to the foot of a god-awful high mountain which we climbed for KOREAN WAR VET PAGE 7

hours in the dark. Weaker Marines needed major help keeping up because we were all very soft from the two weeks aboard ship. We did physical training aboard ship, but that didn't cut it. The entire unit crashed at the top. We slept through the whole night with no security and could have been torn up badly by guerrillas. That never happened again. Most of our officers were regulars, and most impressive as a group. Several of our majors later became generals. The most active and "professional" officer who commanded our platoon was Lieutenant Dunne, who was killed as we attacked out of Hagaru-ri to Koto-ri. It was a great loss to the Corps. I think he might have become Com- mandant if he had lived. He was that good. Our officers were incredible. Our Gunny was a grizzled old grunt who held school every waking minute. Nothing escaped his eye, and the smart ones remembered everything he said. The Gunny was father and mother to us. H&S Commandant was a revolving door job, and we had a new one about each month. A few were quite capable, but some had been relieved as unfit to command a rifle company. They were no fun. Battalion CO Hinkle was hit before Sudong, and -S 3 Major Webb D. Sawyer took over--a prince among men. S-4 (?) Major Lawrence took over when Sawyer took 3/7 at Hagaru or Koto. (Lieutenant Colo- nel Lockwood didn't cut it.) The bottom line was that our Majors were sharper than our Lieutenant Colonels. Most of our officers and staff NCO's were old salts, as were about half of the junior NCO's. They knew their way around, stayed focused on business, and taught us how to survive in many ways. Their attitudes were strictly positive, and completing the mission was everything. A very few were marginal, but we soon learned to tolerate them. As a reservist I felt incompetent compared to the regulars in my squad. They didn't make me feel welcome for a long time because I had no more time in the corps than they did, so they resented my senior grade of Corporal. I worried about knowing the right thing to do when things got bad. Otherwise, I was a mental sponge, soaking up everything I heard and saw about the USMC, about Korea, and about warfare at the grunt level. I had lots of fears, especially of being maimed. I saw enemy POWs after a few days ashore. About three days after landing I saw my first dead enemy. They were swollen, napalm-blackened bodies just off the road. There was an incredible stench and it was disgusting. I saw my first dead Marines when moving up to cross the Han River. I saw a line of about five dead Marines under cam- ouflaged ponchos. It is an enduring memory--those boondockers... just like mine...sticking out from under the ponchos. I still see them when I think of Korea. I also have recollection of one poor Korean guy leaning against a build- ing, burned black by napalm. The terrain was varied. There were mostly scrub evergreens on hills and mountains. Our CP was usually set up in a small valley, and our machine gun platoon had to set up defensive positions on the highest feature overlooking the CP, so we dug in well each night. I can't recall ever staying in one place long enough to build bunkers, although I was in a few that already existed. Movement forward was constant and frequent. Kimpo The 7th Marines swung north of Seoul, except for Dog Company, which patrolled at the Seodaemun prison at Seoul. We got to Kimpo, possibly by truck, early on September 22 or 23, 1950. We set up on the flank and never saw the airfield. We were relieved on September 24 by the 187th RCT Airborne. We traded our 15-round carbine magazines for their 30-round "banana" magazines, which they said didn't work. We made them work. We taped them together upside down for quick switching. The rifle company (Easy Company?) in front of us had a 20-minute firefight at Kimpo with a cow, supposedly not hit. We in H&S were far enough behind the rifle companies to hear but not participate in their firefights. Mortar fire was rare, and incoming artillery even more rare. We pushed the enemy all day and they pushed back all night. Nobody slept more than a couple of hours at a time. I had a couple of close calls. We took machine gun fire on the road north to Uijongbu when H&S got too far ahead of flanking rifle companies. We laid in the ditch alongside a tank and heard rounds clanging off the tank. We stayed there until the tanker fired his 90mm gun directly above us. My ears still ring. Nobody was hit, but our weak one played battle fatigue. It must have worked because we never saw him again. Another close call came earlier when I carried chow and ammo to Easy Company while they were fighting off a "Mansai" attack. Later I PAGE 8 KOREAN WAR VET

found a half-dug foxhole, but gave up digging when I uncovered the tail fin of a Chinese 120mm mortar shell. I was personally armed with a US carbine, .30 caliber M-2 with a selector for automatic fire. I "fixed" the bayonet at night. Few of us worried about being killed, but all hoped for the "Hollywood wound" that would not hurt much but would send us home. Later on, when isolated with a machine gun that could have been captured and used against Marines, I felt the overwhelming need to void every opening in my body. Otherwise, I never felt fear with other Marines around except when mortars came in. Mortars frightened everyone. Operation Yo Yo Our platoon returned to Inchon after the liberation of Seoul. There we took showers, washed clothes, ate real food, cleaned personal weapons and machine guns, and wrote letters home. We also slept a lot. Whenever there was free time, we fell asleep. Up this point war was not nearly as bad as I had expected. It helped to be somewhat "in the rear". We got far less shelling than I expected, and on the few occasions that we did, shells landed pretty far away. Road mines were scary, but only blew up one Jeep nearby. I knew the passengers by sight, so was a bit shook up when only the driver survived. We helped in the unsuccessful search for one of them. Later he was found up in a nearby tree. We left Inchon by ship for North Korea. The trip took two weeks. I don't remember how or why, but I ended up the only H&S member aboard Japanese LST Q082. All others aboard were with Easy Company. Q082 was a rusty, ungainly, flat-bottomed ship that was short of food. We only indirectly had contact with the ship's crew. They had their own section of the ship and their own hours in the galley. We got to sniff their reeking octopus meals. Chow was normal the first week. I remember eggs for breakfast the first week until we ran out of chow. The second week someone found a big locker full of corned beef hash. We ate that three times a day for that second week. I still can't look at corned beef hash without my throat closing up. There was a week's delay in landing at Wonsan because of mines in the harbor. We went north during the day, then south at night, in what was called, "Operation Yo Yo" while waiting for Navy minesweepers to clear the harbor. The North Sea of Japan was always very rough with waves usually above the superstructure of the ship. We bobbed like a cork. I had mess duty for three days, but got caught smoking on the tank deck. I was a loner, although a PIO man on the ship took a photo of six of us from Chicago. I read every book and magazine I could find, hung around on deck smoking and talking, and cleaned my weapon every day. North to Chosin Reservoir My unit arrived at Wonsan, North Korea, on October 08, 1950. The 1st Marine Air Wing units, engineers, and lots of others arrived there before we did. The first night upon arriving at Wonsan we hiked west uphill to a school campus. Weather at that time was cool, but not uncomfortable. We shuttled in available trucks to the Chosin Reservoir area. They probably drove us ten to fifteen miles, then went back for another load while we continued on foot. We rode in trucks from Chinhung-ni up Funchilin Pass to Koto-ri, then walked to Hagaru-ri., which was the farthest point we went. The 5th and 7th Marines were 14 miles north at Yudam-ni. From a distance I saw many air drops in and around Hagaru, some dropping right into the town. Baptism of Fire My first firefight was at Sudong-ni, just south of Chosin. 2/7 was in reserve just behind 1/7. The first Chinese unit to hit the Marines was the 124th CCF Division on November 2-4, 1950. Casualties were heavy. They overran and captured a B/1/7 machine gun on the ridge just above me and clobbered our 4.2 mortar unit about 30 yards out in front. Several Chinese, we thought, had scurried past us on the left. My squad was carrying supplies to the line companies, so I had only one ammo carrier and the section leader with me. After long minutes watching the machine gun duel above, and now slightly behind me, and listening to bodies crashing down the forested slope above, I became worried. My ammo man had moved out to my left, far enough so that he couldn't hear me with his one good ear. The section leader disappeared to the right into some rocks to watch the slope. There was a small ridge between me KOREAN WAR VET PAGE 9

and the 4.2 mortars, so I couldn't see who was coming until they were right on top of me. The Gunny had repeated- ly warned us about letting our gun get used against us, and I was treated to the sight of this duel above me. Sure that the fight above was killing Marines with our own gun, and unable to get the attention of either of my flankers in the terrible noise, I made a quick decision to knock out my gun before it could be captured. I flipped up the cover and tried to spring the latch, but the gun fell over. I took aim at the receiver and fired a round into it. I checked the deep dent that locked the bolt to the receiver and rolled the gun aside. My ammo man heard the shot and ran to me, but the section leader was nowhere in sight. We squatted to cover the small ridge in front of us when the other section leader, who we were sure had been overrun, came over it with his gun team. By then we could see that a defensive line had been set up behind us and the gun was badly needed. In our haste we left my section leader out there, and I led the way through our skirmish line so the gun could be set up. Later I went back for the gun and the section leader. The Gunny, badly wounded, heard one of the officers threaten to court martial me, but came to my rescue with the suggestion that maybe I should get a medal for doing the right thing. Very touchy issue. I got neither. It was during this incident that I felt that I was in the most personal danger in Korea. I was isolated with a potentially dangerous machine gun and unable to put it into action by myself without risking its loss to the enemy. I could defend myself, but couldn't be certain of protecting the gun and the Marines on whom it might be used. The result was sensory overload that almost paralyzed my brain and body. East Hill I saw only three groups of enemy while I was in Korea. Back at Sudong the CCF bodies I saw were badly mangled by machine guns, but they looked like older guys. At Hagaru/Koto the POWs were older too, and most were frozen in cakes of ice from their knees down. They fought until they ran out of ammo. Later in June 1951, I saw NKPA gunners who were older, very determined, and usually died in place. The NKPA wore baggy brown/green shirts and trousers and tennis shoes. The CCF wore padded cotton coats and trousers, silk socks, and tennis shoes. Some CCF had ear-flapped furry caps. They fought differently than we did. We tried to knock out an entire position by fire and maneuver and heavy supporting fire. The CCF tried to push as many troops as possible through a narrow gap, then spread out to the flanks. The NKPA tried to flow around both flanks. Their weapons were very effective. Their light machine guns had a high rate of fire, and they sited them well. They had lots of grenades. The earlier ones were molded so that they might split in half when they exploded. If the big chunk didn't hit us, there was no problem. Later frog types were pretty nasty. They had a light blue concussion grenade that looked like a quart milk bottle. It packed a wallop. Their snipers were very good and took out a lot of our officers. Their huge 120mm mortars were terrifying. None in my unit were ever taken prisoner by the enemy. Most of us decided that if we were to run out of ammo, we would stage a final bayonet charge, no matter what. During the travel northward, we were aware that there were Chinese troops in the area. We expected to be hit each night. We knew that the 7th Marines had destroyed a large enemy unit of Regulars, and expected its sister unit to take over the attack. Our normal fighting pattern was that we attacked in the daytime and the enemy counterattacked at night. Nobody got enough sleep, as at night we were always on 50 percent alert, with watches of two hours on, two hours off. Most of the officers at Chosin were magnificent and unflappable. A few were inept, and probably caused some unnecessary casualties. Regimental commanders were spiritual giants. The corpsmen were always active, and did terrific work under impossible circumstances. They never hesitated. Most of our wounded were sent to the Battal- ion Aid Station near the airfield and then were flown out in whatever managed to land, including R5D's (C- 54's). Wounded hit more than halfway to Koto-ri had to ride the rest of the way to Koto, then might have flown out in the belly of a TBM. On November 10, the Marine Corps birthday, We had just been trucked up to Koto-ri and dug in our guns in a tree nursery east of the MSR. We found and enlarged some holes, sent out a scrounge team for overhead lumber and firewood, and built warming fires in the holes. Leatherneck magazine later printed a photo of our scrounge team PAGE 10 KOREAN WAR VET

getting ready to turn a beautiful teak table into kindling--a sort of atrocity. Birthday cake was given out, but I don't remember getting any, so we may have been overlooked. We hiked the 12 miles from Koto to Hagaru, and my platoon posted security on the west side of the bridge over the Changjin River. At the east end of the bridge was massive East Hill. There was no enemy action, but we knew they would be back. We occupied a house next to the bridge, found a heavy metal grate, put it over the kitchen fire pit, and during the night managed to burn the whole wooden fence that surrounded the corner. When we came in off watch, we stood on the grate until we could feel our feet get warm. It had to be at least -10 degrees F, with a gusting wind from 15 to 25 miles per hour. On the second night in Hagaru, the owner of the house returned. He and his wife restored the hidden pot over the fire pit, showed us how to properly heat the house, then left us to oc- cupy it another night or two. We loaded them up with C-rations for whomever they were staying with. Hagaru was about a mile or more square, with thatched-roof houses and a number of multi-story wood buildings. Contrary to some writings, it had not been bombed. The east side was dominated closely by East Hill. To the north were several low hills, backed by some very large ones. To the west was a mile-square open field ending in a large hill mass on the northwest end, and funneling into a valley on the southwest end. To the south there was the northern tip of a large hill mass that ran all the way to Koto. Most of 2/7 was shuttled to Yudam-ni on November 27th. H&S and Weapons Companies were to join them on the 28th. The road was cut on the night of the 27th. We puttered around on the 28th, then tried to attack north as far as Fox 2/7 at Toktong Pass. We took several KIA's and about a dozen WIA's, then pulled back to the Hagaru perime- ter. It was not an impressive performance, but we weren't front-line troops. At Hagaru I saw troops of 41 Independent Commando Royal Marines. They were incredibly sharp-looking at zero degrees and wearing only field jackets and berets. They shaved every day and loved to go into action. We felt pretty shabby around them, and were impressed by their skill. They were given nasty assault jobs and always did them with style. I was not personally involved in any CCF assaults. I was just nearby for several, like that from East Hill. Our attack north on November 29 was my only direct combat, at small arms distance, not close in. H&S CP group and Weapons Company, less a section each of heavy machine guns and 81mm mortars, moved out of Hagaru at dawn. We got a half mile out to where the road turned sharply west to skirt a small valley. We took some machine gun fire from the huge ridge beyond that valley, so we deployed to the left onto the nose of a large ridge to our left, ignoring it. My gun squad was first into action, and my gunner killed a CCF observer in a position at the left top of the huge ridge. He assumed it was a CCF observation post, perhaps for mortars, so he kept up a steady fire on it. As the ammo ran low, I called for more, and was told that CCF to our left had been firing down at me. That explained the odd buzzing sounds. My platoon sergeant was shot in the leg as he observed the ground in front. Soon the ammo carrier laying next to me caught a round in the rump. Weapons Company, with some H&S troops, came across the road and assaulted up our ridge. We followed with the guns. I arrived just as my assistant gunner caught a round at the hairline, and bled like a fountain. Minutes later, a supply man nearby was shot through the trapezius muscle and thrashed around in agony. I was told that a sergeant and corporal from motor transport had been killed. I was elected to dash back down the hill to fetch a platoon of shooters who had begun to attack across the valley. (We were that disorganized.) They dashed up, filled in the line, and slowed the CCF attack. None of my personal friends were KIA. Several were wounded, but none tragically. My senses were so dulled that it didn't bother me. We attacked at least a battalion enemy force, with others obviously closing in over the ridges. Some wore white smocks, but most were in tan, quilted uniforms, ear-flap furry caps, silk socks, and tennis shoes. They had enough machine guns to worry us, but oddly didn't use their mortars on us. They kept coming in spite of heavy losses, and we were spared a close-in fight by darkness and our resulting pull-back. The Battalion Commander ordered us back to Hagaru when it was obvious that we didn't have the power to hold the hill all night. Our link-up effort ended up a "reconnaissance in force". We worked in and around Army units attacking south from Hagaru. The Army was to cover our flank (not sure KOREAN WAR VET PAGE 11

which) and did during the daylight phase. We found them scattered throughout the road column when it got dark, and chased them back out to the flank. Just south of Hagaru I answered the phone on the back of an Army tank when the tank commander waved me to it. He wanted to talk to the Army major leaning against a nearby Jeep. Someone snapped a photo of the tank and my group of heavy machine gunners while I was behind the tank calling to an Army radioman. Colder than the "Hawk" The weather was twice as cold as the infamous "Hawk" of Chicago, the one that blows off the lake at about ten below zero, and almost knocks you down. It hurt to breathe, and eyeballs felt as if they were being sand-blasted by the constant fierce wind. Southern lads went into shock when we got up to Koto, and we had to light warming fires in old storage pits to thaw them out. They couldn't stand watch, and had to stay in their sleeping bags. My carbine froze tight the first night. I kicked it open with my boot, wiped out all the oil, then used a pencil to lube it. Having lived with the "Hawk", I knew that oil was no good. I continued to use my pencil for lubricant and had no problems with misfires throughout the next two weeks. It was a toss-up whether the temperature or the wind was the worst. Out of the wind one could breathe, but moving into the wind was pure agony. At -30 the wind chill was rated near -80. Unbelievable. Typical snow depth was about a foot, but wind blew it into two or three feet drifts around objects. At 0 to -30, the snow was very dry and light. Drifts were a special problem that exhausted us when moving overland. Most of our vehicles were either kept running or restarted frequently. All of our weapons worked well in the bad weather, but the cold was devastating on our food. Our clothing was too tightly layered to put canned food inside our parka, and fires were few and far between. We ate dry rations--cookies, crackers, and chocolate. We made co- coa and coffee whenever a fire could be found. During the last three days we ate Tootsie Rolls which fit inside the many interior pockets. We filled them all. We lucky ones stayed constipated the whole time. Dehydration saved us from the agony of unzipping. My weight slipped from 140 to about 120 pounds. Weather affected my mental state. I worried about not having the guts to keep wiggling my toes and stomping my feet. It would have been easy to stop. There was lots more cursing than usual. We had to watch noses and cheeks for signs of frostbite, and did that well. I burrowed into my sleeping bag deep in my one-man foxhole as often as possible. The last two days at Hagaru I was moved from the west to the east side, and found a small blackout tent occupied by tankers. We kept the potbelly stove going and stayed cozy, even getting some hot canned food. I wore everything that I could put on--shorts and tee shirt, long john bottom and top, regular dungarees, windproof over-pants, button-top sweater, alpaca vest, field jacket, oversized parka, wool scarf, gloves with wool liners (quickly traded for huge mittens), cotton socks, two pairs of wool ski socks, felt pads, shoepacs, dungaree cap, and hel- met. We looked and moved like Pillsbury Dough Boys. Trailer Roll-over All senses were lessened by the cold. Exhaustion was common because of low calories and water limitations. We slept whenever we got out of the wind and weren't involved in an event. I slept while walking along the road from Hagaru to Koto, holding onto a Jeep trailer. I awoke as it hit a deep rut and flipped over on top of me. The trailer wheel and I dropped into a washout at the same time. I slid down a few feet to the bottom of the roadside ditch and landed in the crease. The trailer, packed tight with 81mm mortar ammo, rolled over in sync with me, and the rim flopped across my chest. My recessed position and heavy clothes kept me from getting bruised by the rim and the ammo cases, but the weight was obvious. Lots of Marines ran over, pulled the trailer back over, and reloaded the ammo. I was amazed, but completely unhurt. It almost made me a believer. Air and Tank Support We received fire support--lots of it, all kinds, all the time. Air support by Marine, Navy, US Air Force, South Africans, and possibly others was superb. Our toughest times came when clouds and snow stopped air support. Then we were either heavily attacked or our attacks were much more bloody. Air support was best coming south out of Ha- PAGE 12 KOREAN WAR VET

garu when Corsairs plastered a draw on East Hill with 20mm cannon, and the casings rattled down on us. They were so low that we could almost shake hands with the pilots. A short time later, Navy AD-1 Skyraiders floated in with full flaps down so they could drop napalm straight down on CCF bunkers east of the road. They must have taken tremendous ground fire on the way in, but they cooked those CCF machine gunners. Tank support was incredibly effective against mass attacks from East Hill. Lined up almost track to track with machine gun positions between them, they put out a sheet of machine gun fire that slaughtered hundreds of attacking CCF. A typical infantry unit would have been overrun. We almost always had 90mm gun tanks nearby, and they were a comfort. Those guns could pulverize any kind of roadblock. We were also supported by Item Battery, 11th Marines, and called them "Short-round Item". Rumor had it that the Forward Observer teams changed frequently because they weren't smart enough to stay off the gun-target line, so were blooped by their own short rounds. Other than the few goofs, our fire support was superb. Left Behind At Chosin I recall being disgusted that the Army's 31/32 RCT had left their wounded behind. It was typical of the lack of professionalism they displayed through most of 1950 and early 1951. I was not surprised that a Marine officer (Lieutenant Colonel Beall) had to organize a rescue operation to save hundreds of abandoned Army wounded. The Army lieutenant colonels did practically nothing. However, later in June of 1951 when we dug in on a ridge above the road north of Hoengsong, I was impressed with the obvious discipline displayed by the 187th RCT unit we relieved. Withdrawal Other than the terrible weather, the withdrawal from Chosin was a move like any other. We packed up everything useful, threw everything excessive or broken in a big pile for burning, saddled up, and moved out. The head of the Division column was pretty congested because the first large fire block was a draw up the southwest corner of East Hill. Corsairs blasted it, fried it, then strafed it with 20mm rounds, and we had to hunch up as the casings pattered down around us. As we moved out into the open, long-range fire hit someone every few minutes, so corpsmen were always busy. I knew none of them personally. Flanking units called in continuous air strikes by Cor- sairs, Navy AD-1s, and SoAfr F-51st. The column moved slowly but steadily with stops for major roadblocks. It took me 25 hours to walk that 12 miles, and after we found a nice warm tent, we were called out to go back and break up an attack on the column. Most fell in, but this stumbling, one-eyed lad stayed put. Exhaustion was constant; we never felt rested. We also never doubted that we would get out, because we knew that (as General O.P. Smith put it) nobody stops a Marine division from going where it wants to go. Cloudy and snowy days were worrisome because we knew the rifle companies would be torn up badly without air strikes. While I was stumbling in and out of the Fox 2/7 point unit, I encountered only one fire block. It was a machine gunner dug in on a low ridge that crossed the road about 200 yards ahead. I could see him pop up to fire, but no one else could spot him. I borrowed an M1 from an exhausted Marine and fired off most of a clip before he stopped firing. We moved so slowly as the flanks were cleared that by the time we got to that ridge I had forgotten to check whether I had hit him. He may have run out of ammo. Broken Glasses I stayed on the road during the withdrawal. I was one of only a very few Marines who wore glasses. Postwar buildup of the Reserves was not quite as picky as recruiting of Regulars. I think it was because I came in with three other buddies that the decision-maker bent the rules a bit. As long as I could read 20/20 with glasses, he assumed I could move and shoot with the rest. While leaving the Chosin, one of my eyeglass lenses broke during a restless night in the sleeping bag. I lost my depth perception and was unable to traverse broken ground without falling. Five Long Days Having to leave Chosin was pretty depressing. We knew we were hurt, but also knew that we were devastating the CCF. We convinced ourselves that we could handle whatever they had, but nonetheless were extremely happy to be ordered into reserve and out of there. It took five days to get from Hagaru to Chinhung-ni. Brutal weather cut alertness. Speedy movement was impos- KOREAN WAR VET PAGE 13

sible. Ridges were steep, snow covered, and very slippery. Snowstorms masked the approach of attacking CCF, as did the howling wind. My last incoming was a sniper round that chipped the ice on the road three feet in front of me just after I crossed the Bailey bridge over the famous gatehouse gap. We received no welcome or acknowledgement from those who were waiting at Hungnam. Everyone was busy as bees. The rows of pyramidal tents with warm stoves and cots was welcome enough. We found a tent, col- lapsed into many hours of sleep, then went hunting for chow. We went aboard ship the next day. It was the 10th of December, I think. The ship took us to Masan in South Korea. Evacuated When I had time to stop and think about what I had just been through in the reservoir area in North Korea, I couldn't believe that the weather in South Korea could be so warm. I worried about no feeling in my heels, but was thankful that my fingers and toes still worked. I felt a lot of pride that we had punched through a lot of Chi- nese Regulars, and thought we could probably do it again if we had to. I attributed my survival of Chosin when so many others did not survive the ordeal to pure luck. I could have been hit a dozen times or could have fallen asleep off the road, but managed to keep moving. I turned in for new glasses when we got to Masan and was asked if anything else was wrong. I described my sprung back problem, so the corpsman made out an evacuation tag because he couldn't handle that. I caught an ambulance to Pusan Army Hospital and got fitted for new glasses. The Red Cross unit in the hospital there gave us small bags of toiletries such as shaving gear, comb, soap, shampoo, etc. They were very handy and deeply ap- preciated. A bone crusher at the army hospital put me on a table, straightened my leg, and raised it. I must have turned about three shades of green so he said, "Off to Japan with you, lad." There were so many casualties in the Pusan facility that they couldn't keep anyone for more than a few days, so off I went to Yokosuka Naval Hospital as soon as my glasses were ready. My heels finally thawed after two weeks of warmer weather. I spent several weeks in Yokosuka, sleeping on a mattress with a plywood sheet under it. I got whirlpool (jacuzzi) treatments and stretched my back. During off times I found a piano and taught myself to play chords that sounded like George Shearing. Then I went to Camp Otsu near Kyoto for outpatient healing. After a couple of weeks I could reach down as far as my ankles and that was good enough for me to be returned to combat in Korea. I was no hero, and was not excited to be going back to my unit. I was still hoping for that Hollywood wound...no pain, but a quick ride home. Return to 2/7 I got on a little Army steamer and chugged to the 8069th Army Replacement Depot in Pusan. I spent almost a week there awaiting transportation and resisting being sent to the 2nd Infantry Division. I got a ride to Wonju on an ammo truck, riding up on top without a weapon. Scary. When I returned to 2/7 in early March 1951, the company was fairly close to Wonju. The battalion was in reserve, so I was able to draw new equipment and meet all the new guys in my unit. I can't remember most of them now. (A common problem is not remembering replacements.) We occupied an old bunker complex which just happened to protect the CP. After a few days we started the long push back north with Operations Killer, Mousetrap, Ripper, etc. We moved steadily and set up Battalion CPs just off the main roads. We seemed to do a lot of cross-country moving, especially at night. Some hillside trails above creek beds were narrow and scary. I don't recall that we took any casualties in Killer. Being in H&S Company I saw no enemy, but sometime during Killer or Ripper we found huge stacks of Russian and/or Chinese mortar ammo hidden in deep ravines. We did not see any psychological warfare leaflets that had been dropped by the enemy, but if we had seen any they would eagerly have been used as toilet paper. As to weather conditions, I recall road hikes in cold rain, and following tanks and staying warm in their exhaust systems until some of the men turned blue and fell down. Then we realized that the nice warm air was mostly carbon monoxide. Sweaters, field jackets, and ponchos were enough to keep us out of misery. The oddest memory I have of that time period was of riding in a truck past a single squad tent with a sign in front of it that read something like, "2nd Infantry Division Collecting Station." We figured that what was left of PAGE 14 KOREAN WAR VET

the outfit would probably fit in that single tent. There was not much difference between Operation Killer, Operation Mousetrap, and Operation Ripper except that in Mousetrap we moved very far forward, overlooking Chunchon, and watched eight-inch Army shells light up the horizon there. We knew we were exposed, so we dug in very deep. When we pulled back several days later, we passed through a narrow gap that was littered with hundreds of artillery-killed Chinese. The three operations had to be successful. We kept moving as fast as possible with a different CP every night. That was exhausting, but we knew it meant progress. In June, at Yanggu, we had a Korean Marine (KMC) battalion on our right flank. Word was not to leave any kind of weapon lying around as they would steal anything that could shoot. When attacked at night they put on a tremendous show of concentrated firepower that must have vaporized the attackers. They had a wonderful habit of steal- ing .50 caliber machine guns from stalled Army trucks and using them in their rifle platoons. As far as contact with South Korean non-military, we loved the "Chiggy Bears" that carried supplies up the hills to us. Some were chicken, but most were pretty brave. It was an odd thing to watch a 60-year-old man trudge uphill with a 55-gallon drum of fuel strapped to his A-frame. Life in a Combat Zone We lived in bunkers and foxholes. I liked the overhead cover of a bunker, especially when trees were nearby. In one of them, the previous occupant had left deep straw inside. It was great to sleep on. A bunker was much drier and roomier than shelter halves, too. I remember one bunker I stayed in was an old covered hole with a 360- degree visibility, overlooking the bottom of a draw near Hongchon. When we lived in a foxhole, we each dug a shal- low hole just about every night on a different ridgeline overlooking the CP. Our job was to ensure that no enemy troops could shoot down into the CP. We dug in the deep machine gun positions, then dug our personal holes nearby. With Dog Company I paired with the squad leader and we dug the hole deeper each day during our wait for flanking units to catch up. We bathed about once a month, depending on where we were. If aboard ship, it was every day. "Shower points" in the field were few and far between. Other than time in and around hospitals, I recall getting only two changes of clothing during the year. I wiped down with my half-towel and shaved about once a week in whatever water was available after canteens were filled. We reeked. In my final months in Korea in the rear, I showered daily and wore starched utilities. We even "polished" our furry boondockers using our dog tag chains. with his carbine and the metal barrel band snapped, leaving him with only the wooden stock at his shoulder. The rest of the patrol rolled in the snow laughing. Plt. Sgt. James C. Hawley was a clown at heart. At Sudong, when wild firing made us all look foolish, during a lull for reloading Hawley yelled in his high-pitched voice, "Don't shoot! I'll marry your daughter!" Fire discipline was immediately restored. When he was hit in the leg north of Hagaru, the same guy came hopping down the ridge on his good leg, big grin on his face, shouting, "The bastards shot me! I'm going home!" Jim Hawley is someone I knew in Korea who stands out in my mind after all these years. He hid (and still hides) a tremendously sharp mind behind a screen of consistent humor. He's the consummate MC who has a joke for every occasion and can tailor each one to the circumstance and people. He is also the guy you listen to when you need good advice. I received mail regularly. My mother and girlfriend wrote weekly. I was so sure that I was going to be killed that I wrote the sweet young thing a "Dear Jane" letter--a big mistake. By the end of the Chosin operation we had lost so many of the original gang that I just assumed my luck probably wouldn't hold much longer. Besides, I wasn't ready to face a possible hearty welcome home from a fine creature I didn't feel in love with. The big mistake was that by the time I got back she had gone through some sort of transition and was knock-down gorgeous. I cut myself off from a real winner. Other than letters, I don't recall receiving much beyond a tin of cookies so pulverized that we had to eat them with spoons. We ate everything with our "kimchi" spoons. The others Marines in my unit mostly received edible things like fruitcake, which we loved dearly. I loved my Bud and Schlitz. Our drink was warm beer (four to six cans per man) humped up the hill about once a month by Chiggy Bears, usually late the night before a push--incredibly bad timing. I learned to enjoy hot sake and Asahi beer in Japan. I smoked Lucky Strike. Cigarettes were a dime a pack, but mostly we settled for the four fags (Luckies, Chesterfields or Camels) in our dry ration packet each day. We could always borrow or trade food fAbout 99 percent of the time we ate C-rations, including while in reserve. Chow tents back in reserve provided the old green eggs, shredded beef, and powdered KOREAN WAR VET PAGE 15

milk combination, and whatever else they served tasted a lot like -C rations. Sometimes we had bread, almost a loaf apiece. I never ate the native food. I was told about how it was grown [with human waste]. Some friends made stew with Hagaru potatoes, and almost died of raging dysentery. The best thing I ate in Korea was the 5-in-1 rations made for tankers. When we got them, accidentally or on purpose, we relished the canned bacon which was fantas- tic. Another favorite was any fruit can in the C-ration pack, especially Royal Anne cherries, into which we crumbled the cereal block. I missed all of the stateside food--especially Comiskey Park hot dogs. Not only did I not meet anyone I knew while I was in Korea, I also never saw any one of the 900 Reservists with whom I traveled to Pendleton. I became best buddies with Charles F. Mathieu of Chicago. We met on the USS Bay- field after he was transferred from Camp Lejeune at the last minute and was tossed into our machine gun platoon. Charles was laid back, pretty salty, and had a comparable silly sense of humor. We invented our own lan- guage by pronouncing common things backwards, e.g., "standard" was "dradnats". He was hit just before I returned from Japan in March 1951 when the CP defense platoon was overrun by NKPA stragglers near Wonju--the ones MacArthur was supposed to have "crushed". His hits included a round through the upper chest and a white phos- phorous blob which burned through the thumb webbing. He met me with my parents when I landed at Midway Airport in October 1951. There were some lighter moments during the war. There was always someone to yell something silly at the worst of times, and we laughed at some pretty serious things. Cynicism can be funny. One of our guys, later KIA, took a shot at a CCF scout or a smoke. I didn't like the habit, especially at night when I had to burrow into my poncho to take a drag when on watch. I never saw USO shows in Korea, but I won a carton of Luckies at the Masan Army Ser- vice Club imitating Billy Eckstine's, "I Apologize." I gambled just once to kill time and lost my meager stash so quickly that I usually went looking for harmony singers. I liked singing harmony, so I looked for guys who would get together to sing the old sentimental songs of the time...Sweet Sixteen, etc. In leisure time we went into cleaning frenzies: guns, personal weapons, clothing, beards, and anything we could improve. We wrote letters, ordered replacement gear for stuff lost, scrounged as much decent food as we could, interviewed new guys until we knew them, then sang sad country/folk songs in the usual barbershop harmony until it got dark or we were threatened with mayhem by tone-deaf neighbors. I took advantage of Catholic services whenever they were provided, but I didn't go out of my way to attend them. I prayed a lot for that Hollywood wound during quiet times, and made a lot of rash promises about the future purity of my lifestyle if I survived. I forgot it fast. The only American women I saw in Korea were Army nurses in Pusan. There were Navy nurses in Japan and on the USS Consolation, but that's about it. I never heard of prostitutes inside our areas in Korea, but there were some great cathouses just outside the gate of the Division Rear campus in Masan. Some of those dazzling Korean girls made our stateside glamourpusses look ugly. The only time I was ever temporarily ill in Korea was in late spring 1951. I had aching ribs that wouldn't let me take deep breaths. It went away after about a week. I mentioned earlier that, due to a sprung back, I was in the hospital in Japan after returning from the Chosin Reservoir. Before being sent to Japan, I spent Christmas Eve 1950 in the Pusan Army hospital singing traditional carols, teasing wounded Dogfaces, and devouring every snack in sight. I had no R&R. My slack time was in Japan, always in a hospital convalescent environment. We got evening liberty, but had to be careful to get back by curfew at 2200 or 2300. Most evenings were spent drinking beer in Kyo- to's Mimatsu Cabaret, also known as the Gymnasium because of the massive nightly brawls. (I always sat near the door.) Lack of REM It is hard to describe the state of constant exhaustion caused by never getting any "REM" sleep. We never got more than about two hours sleep at a time because we "stood" watches every night. We either moved or attacked nearly every day; then carried water, chow and ammo up the mountain from the supply guys below; then we had to dig in--deep; then we got to sleep--two hours on, two off. Of course, if they attacked during the night, we got no sleep at all, and often counterattacked the next morning. If we went into reserve for a few days, we usually were PAGE 16 KOREAN WAR VET

called back within one day to plug a new hole in the line. It seemed that the CCF knew exactly when to push the ROKs off the line and keep us from getting some rest and hot chow. Adventure with Dog Company During the first two weeks of June 1951, near Yanggu, Korea, D/2/7 had advanced along the right side of a wide valley which had earned a reputation for enemy road mines and accurate mortar fire. Near the end of May, one of Dog Company's platoons had assembled for a platoon conference, and a North Korean People's Army (NKPA) mortar shell dropped right into the middle of the group. Almost every man in the platoon was either killed or wounded. Captain Mackin made an urgent call back to the Battalion CP asking for replacements--ASAP! It just happened to be my turn in the barrel. I was the senior section leader in the battalion's "CP Defense Platoon" which was comprised of three under-strength sections of light machine guns (M1919A4). As one of only a few re- maining veterans of the Chosin (Changjin) Reservoir campaign, and the last man left from the Inchon landing, I was counting the days until my rotation home. A few days earlier, an accurate barrage of 120mm mortar shells had re- duced my two-squad section to only one squad. Consequently, I was temporarily a redundant squad leader. The new platoon sergeant didn't know me, so after a quick headcount, he automatically offered my services to Dog Company. I wish I had pictures of the expressions on the faces of my machine gunners as I left to "go in harm's way". Along with a good-sized gaggle of glum grunts (back then we called ourselves "snuffies"), I followed our guide to an assembly area where each of us was given a place to go. Oddly, I cannot recall which platoon I was assigned, but I do recall being miffed at not being sent to the machine gun platoon, as were several in the group. I was paired with a sergeant who formerly may have been in the S-2 section, and we remained foxhole partners for most of the next two weeks. The sergeant, whose name I've forgotten (I'll call him Smith), was senior enough to be selected as the squad leader, and I was unskilled enough at basic snuffie work to be assigned as a rifleman--even though I was a corporal who carried a carbine. I sort of became the guardian of our shared property and supplies. Sergeant Smith had a small box camera, and we took pictures of each other in various warlike poses. Although I have forgotten many of the historical details of my short time with Dog Company, many events and some names stand as clear in my mind as if they had happened last week. Probably, under the circumstances, I op- erated in a state of extreme depression, rendering my attention to non-personal details nearly inoperative. The position occupied by Dog Company when I joined it was on a high ridge overlooking a wide valley scattered with a crosshatch of smaller ridges and hills which led northward to a massive ridge much higher than ours. On the first night, I was paired with another unfortunate to patrol the gap between our platoon and Easy Company, located about 250 yards to our left. The word was that we would meet a connecting patrol from Easy Company in a saddle about halfway between our units. My weak eyes were even weaker at night, so I was grateful for a bright full moon --until we crept out of the trees onto a long saddle of white gravel covered only sparsely by knee-high pine scrub. My first thought: this is a perfect spot for the NKPA to stake out a snatch team. The night was not particular- ly cold, but I remember that I began (to borrow an expression from my West-Texas father-in-law) "shakin' like a cat shittin' peach seeds". Before we ventured onto the brilliantly illuminated saddle, my partner and I discussed how to approach this scary problem. Some of our questions were: who covers whom; is this the correct saddle; will the Easy patrol shoot first; how long do we wait; what if they don't come? Our whispers were about as quiet as an owl's flight, but it seemed to me that everyone in Korea could hear us. We finally decided to squat or sit within sight of each other in the middle of the saddle, staying on the reverse (southerly) slope. After about an hour of listening, shivering and praying, we hand-signaled our agreement to return to our platoon area. No one seemed disturbed when we reported that the Easy patrol had not shown up. The Fifth Marines were in a brutal grinding fight along the rough edge of the valley far to our left. Our right flank was covered by the Korean Marine Corps (KMC) Regiment. After returning from our patrol, we were treated to a classic show of tremendous firepower, as the KMC repulsed an enemy attack. Rumor had it that any kind of automatic weapon left unattended for more than a minute would quickly end up on the KMC's night defensive KOREAN WAR VET PAGE 17

line. After that night's firepower demonstration, we understood how the rumor began--and believed it. The following day, we got to watch an air-strike by Marine F4U Corsairs on the small 100-meter hill to our direct front. Following a solid plastering with rockets, bombs and 20mm cannon, each plane did a dramatic and impressive "victory roll" over the hill. Easy Company had been waiting at the base of the hill, and quickly fanned out for a frontal assault. The hammering of machine guns, and the "crump" of grenades made it clear that the Corsairs had missed some NKPA. After what seemed like several hours, Easy Company headed back to their original positions carrying several people on stretchers. We were told that they had been unable to retrieve two of their KIAs, had several wounded--and that our turn would come tomorrow. "Tomorrow" began with the objective receiving an early morning artillery barrage, most likely by Item Battery (we called it "Short-round Item"), 11th Marines. Our interest in the show was stimulated by one white phospho- rous shell hissing its way down to a loud pop between my hole and the hole to the right of it. Miraculously, the rain of burning particles hit none of us. Just before that barrage ended, a high-explosive shell blew directly overhead, and a half-inch by four-inch steel shard slammed into the ground near my knee. I wondered if there was a way I could jam the thing into my leg, then decided that I was too chicken to chance the pain and guilt. The show was not over yet. The next surprise was the tremendous freight-train roar of Army eight-inch Howitzer shells passing overhead, and vibrating our ridge as they impacted loudly on the objective. We noted that they were using delayed-detonation fuses, and hoped that the shells were burying themselves directly under the NNKPA bunkers before they exploded. By mid-morning, we had "saddled up" and headed down the ridge toward the still-smoking hill. As we started across the 300 yards of intervening rice paddy, we were pleased to see blasts from a 75mm recoilless rifle sniping at the target hill from our recently vacated position. This time there would be no frontal assault. My squad escorted a machine-gun squad up the right (east) ridgeline toward the hilltop where an NKPA machine gun was busily trying to chop us to mush. Jim Lane, a native American dragooned along with me from my old CP defense platoon, pushed and dragged our machine gun onto the ridgeline, and began a one-on-one duel with the NKPA gunner. Jim was re- warded with a bullet in each thigh, but he simultaneously knocked out the NKPA gun by putting two rounds into its drum magazine. During the machine gun duel, my fire-team deployed over the ridgeline onto the steep north slope, for flank security. Just as I had settled against a three-inch-thick tree to scan the north slope, I heard someone yell, "grenade!" I quickly glanced toward the top of the ridge and saw two things: (1) the head and shoulders of the NKPA gunner as he bolted from his hole; and (2) what looked like a fist-sized rock bouncing down in my direction. Just in case it wasn't a rock, I squeezed all 125 pounds of me behind that skinny tree--all, except for the right leg which was holding me against it. An invisible sledge hammer smacked my right shin, knocking that supporting leg aside so hard that I flopped down the slope. I may have shouted something like "Got me!" before I checked the damage. My right legging had a deep dimple on the shin right where I had folded my trouser cuffs. (I folded or "bloused" them on the inside of the leggings to avoid snagging them on bushes.) The leg felt broken, but still worked. Seeing no blood, I limped painfully upward in response to my fire team leader's urgent call to get to the top. We overran (I overlimped) the NKPA now-empty circular firing position, noting the jammed Russian light machine gun and several grenades, including the first milk-bottle-sized bright blue concussion grenades I'd ever seen. We also noted that the knees of another now-dead occupant protruded from the dirt that had been hastily piled over him by the surviving NKPA gunner. Strange picture, those threadbare knees. The NKPA gunner was out of sight, running somewhere down the ridgeline, so we sent a solid volley of rifle fire in that direction. As the rest of the squad moved up, we moved down the ridge to find him. Minutes later, he appeared on the low ground about 50 yards north of the hill, jogging back toward a finger ridge to our right front. "Hot dog", I thought. "A real target I know I can hit." In my best sharpshooter style, I locked my elbow under the carbine in a solid offhand position, aimed belly high, gave him a -one foot lead, and squeezed off a round. Still jogging. I gave him a two-foot lead, and carefully squeezed off another round. Still jogging. By now, most of the platoon had appeared, and all were blasting away at the jogger, who kept jogging. I spent another eight rounds try- PAGE 18 KOREAN WAR VET

ing every aiming variation I could think of, then flipped the M2 carbine on automatic, and squirted a five-round burst at him. Still jogging. The platoon commander shouted a "cease fire" and ordered a BAR-man to do the job, but by then the jogger had gotten behind the finger ridge. A fire team took off at high port, and returned shortly to report that the NKPA gunner had finally fallen just behind his destination, riddled with at least fourteen holes. Now that was a gutsy world-class jogger. By now my leg hurt enough to make me dizzy, so I flopped down and unlaced my legging. The shin looked as if a purple golf ball was hidden under the skin, but there was not a hint of blood. Another fire team member had gotten a tiny sliver of the grenade in the back of his armpit, and the resulting single drop of blood earned him an evacuation tag, as well as a probable Purple heart. I knew that Mother Nature loves to play tricks, but she really ticked me off this time. After we had climbed back up to our original positions, I sought out the Corpsman, showed him my livid shin, and asked if he had any liniment or something. Having recently tended to Lane and other wounded, he was not very sympathetic, and did not even have any PCs (G.I. aspirin) to offer. So much for my not-to-be Hollywood wound. was considered strictly "officers' material". The Moon Palace was just a little cabaret with about a dozen small tables with lots of chairs. I can't recall whether there was any entertainment other than B-girl watching. There was probably a jukebox. Own- er Kim learned our names, and that made the place pretty comfortable and personal. Besides, lots of pretty girls came in to do whatever business they were involved in--I don't know what. In a very dirty country, I was amazed at how clean the natives kept themselves. The old guys in their white pajamas were spotless. The Korean children were cute, and we spoiled them rotten with whatever we had. The only prejudice I saw was once when I watched a Marine truck driver brutally kick a wounded CCF prisoner. The driver nearly got shot for it. If he hadn't been a real bruiser, I would have butt-stroked him with my carbine. I never saw a white Marine belittle a black Marine. In 1950 all of us were Marine green. Leaving Korea When it was time for me to be rotated back to the States, I think someone came into the office and told me to pack up to go home. I was glad to be leaving. I felt like the last Inchon Marine to go home, and knew very few of my fellow workers well. I don't recall any details of my last hours with the unit except that they sent me ahead to Kobe with the seabag roster so our seabags could be fetched from storage. I hopped a supply plane of some kind, but don't remember where we landed. Some- one drove me to the Kobe supply point. I had to complete a checkout slip to make sure that I had returned all the organization gear that I had drawn, e.g., weapon, 782 gear ("web" gear), etc, and then I left Korea about September 15, 1951 as a buck sergeant. I got an extra day of liberty and managed to reunite with my Japanese girlfriend in Kyoto. The ship that took me back to the States was the General Mitchell. It held about 2,200 happy troops of all services. It was a very cheery ship, and I was almost delirious that I had survived Korea. I had no duty on the return trip. Marine NCOs do not stand duty on ships as passengers. Since I don't get seasick, I was not ill on the two-week trip. Movies were offered, but I mostly read "pocketbooks". The ship came straight into Treasure Island troop landing in San Francisco. I think there was a small Navy band at Treasure Island, and a fireboat escorted us through the Golden Gate with a water spray show. We almost snapped our necks looking for the Golden Gate through the fog. Back in the USA To process off the ship we were assigned to temporary companies of about a hundred each, and mustered each morning in the fog. In the first 24 hours of liberty after leaving the ship I took the train to San Francisco, walked down Market Street to the first tailor shop, had my new greens cut to fit, then went to a movie house that showed seven Roadrunner cartoons in a row. I stayed for about three repetitions. I returned home to find my mother in the final stages of cancer. During my October 1951 post-conflict leave, I obtained a humanitarian transfer from Norfolk, Virginia to Great Lakes Naval Training Center in Illinois until release from active duty in February 1952. I was Sergeant of the Guard at Center Brigs. I did not get goofy after returning home. Luckily the Great Lakes duty kept me in close touch with several screwballs on my shift, so I had to stay centered to deal with their childishness. I slipped easily back into civilian life after only a few years out of it, but I still wonder at the sloppy way many people approach life and I avoid dealing with slobs or fools. My standards may be unreasonably high, but at least I have them. I did not reenlist at that time. The loss of Mother, a felt-need to support the family, and the comfort of returning to an enjoya- ble civilian job dictated taking my release back to the USMCR. Korea had changed me in that I felt more responsible for much KOREAN WAR VET PAGE 19

that went on around me, and I carried a sadness for the friends I had lost. I had a clearer sense of the future--college, job, mar- riage, white picket fence.... I continued to play the clown and injected humor into almost everything. After a couple of months at a job created for me (my old job had been eliminated), I felt enough hostility from men who had been pushed aside that I took advantage of information that a new staff was being organized to reconsti- tute my old Reserve battalion. I went back on active duty in April 1952 as the Machine Gun Unit Leader (Staff Ser- geant billet) on the I&I staff, 9th Infantry Battalion, USMCR, at Navy Pier, Chicago. In June 1953 I inNo Purple Heart, but at least I would have those warrior photographs to show my children, right? Wrong. That 75mm "reckless" rifle had chosen my hole as a shooting platform, and the backblast had blown Sergeant Smith's pack, camera and all, to bits. A diligent search revealed charred bits of pack fabric, but no camera or film or letters. Mother Nature was having a field day. During our search of the conquered objective, we had found the bodies of Easy Company's two missing men. We also discovered that an unbelievably courageous Marine, who I believe was named Sterling Garrett, of Corning, Ar- kansas, had volunteered during Easy's withdrawal to verify that the men were KIA. That explained why we found both bodies within twenty feet of the NKPA positions, carefully covered with their ponchos by PFC Garrett (who ha- bitually carried a burp gun along with his M1 rifle). A day or so later, we were selected for a two-platoon recon patrol. Our platoon was on the left as we skirted our NKPA gunner's hill, and proceeded cautiously through the scrub to the top of the following hill. It was unoccupied, and we settled in to see what there was to see. One thing we saw was that the platoon on the little hill to our right had to cross a large scrubless area which faced the NKPA. Several of us concurred in the opinion that sending small groups across the open ground, one after another, was probably not the best way to cross it. The NKPA was in agreement. Just as the last group crossed the area, we all heard the terrifying thunks of about ten mortar rounds being fired from way out on our right front. For the second time in two days, I squeezed my body into a tiny mass small enough to fit behind a tiny tree. We then experienced the sickening mixed feelings that come with having been spared a mortaring, but watching an adjacent unit get expertly blasted. We held position while the unfortunate platoon later withdrew behind us. I can clearly remember a stretcher or poncho on which was carried a big red -haired Marine who appeared to have been wounded in every square inch of his bloodied body. The huge ridgeline was our next objective, and we spent most of a day cautiously crossing that mortar- threatening valley, and climbing up the front of the huge ridge. We got to somewhere near the top after nightfall, which was extremely dark. The last hour or so was accompanied by the frequent passing, close overhead, of NKPA 76mm high-velocity artillery rounds. High-velocity rounds pass overhead with a sound something like the ripping of a large bed sheet--a very large bed sheet. It would have been terrifying if we hadn't been so exhausted. In total darkness we spaced ourselves out, broke out our tools, and dug into the surprising soft soil. When morning came, I was pleased to find that, contrary to my pessimistic assumption, I did not have a huge rock directly in front of my hole. Nor had I dug into a gravesite. We had reached the ridgeline as Dog Company's reserve platoon, so were spared more of Mother Nature's frights or dirty tricks. The KMCs and Fifth Marines squeezed us out of the line, so the Seventh Marines went into Division reserve. I was then transferred to the Division Adjutant's office in Masan to complete the remainder of my Korean service, printing Division orders on a mimeograph machine, and watching rear-echelon pinkies being awarded Bronze Stars with Combat "V" for working long hours. It drove me to drink--often. And still does. Going Home I became a regular customer of the Moon Palace cabaret, where I was on a first-name basis with owner Kim (of course) and several of his cute B girls (couldn't afford them). I did manage to fall madly in love, unrequited, with a stunning creature who tegrated into the regular United States Marine Corps for two years and continued to train reservists on machine guns and general subjects. While stationed at Navy Pier I took a couple of night courses at Northwestern University's Chicago campus. I took my discharge on June 4, 1955 in order to attend college. I stayed in the organized USMCR to augment the thrifty stipend offered by the Korea G.I. Bill. In 1955-56, I attended Northwestern in Evanston. I transferred to the University of Illi- KOREAN WAR VET

nois, graduating in June 1959 with a Bachelor of Science degree from the Division of Special Services for War Veterans (DSSWV), majoring in Marketing. I spent one year teaching Business English as a graduate assistant in Advertising--no degree. I was almost eight years older than most of the other students in college, and saw most activities from a different perspective. I offered suggestions to maintain a lower profile on excitable issues. Marine Corps Assignments My Marine Corps assignments included:  Platoon Sergeant in Evanston, Illinois, Special Infantry Company, 1955-56  Platoon Sergeant in Champaign/Urbana, Illinois satellite platoon of Special Infantry Company, 1956-57  Gunny Sergeant in Danville, Illinois Special Infantry Company, 1957-60  1st Sergeant of Rifle Company in Forest Park, Illinois, 1960-66 (later redesignated G/2/24 in Fourth Marine Division, US- MCR)  Sergeant Major of 2/24, 1966-68 Sergeant Major of several (regimental) Staff Groups until USMCR retirement on January 1, 1971

I finally retired from the USMC as of 19 August 1989 for pay purposes. The word "discharge" is slightly involved. My USMC tour was up on June 4, 1955 and I took the discharge. From then on I was USMCR until put on the Reserve Retired list on Janu- ary 1, 1971. I was transferred to the Regular Retired list on my 60th birthday and started drawing retired pay. Family Man I married the sister of my roommate, a Gamma Phi Beta named Sara Victoria Edgell, in 1959. One reason I stayed in graduate school was to stick around until she graduated. We had a natural son, Brian Paul, born June 24, 1961, and an adopted daughter, Karla Sue, born May 3, 1969. After graduation I worked for Sears, Roebuck & Company in Chicago as a catalog copy writer for a bit over a year in 1960-61. I was hired by IBM as a systems engineer in 1961. When they decided that all system engineers also had to be part salesman, I left in 1972. I took a job with the US Department of Agriculture as a systems analyst re- viewing and recommending funding for state-developed automated welfare systems. I retired on September 1, 1990 from the US Department of Health & Human Services in San Francisco. Final Reflections The Korean War's nickname, "The Forgotten War" is mostly hype. No one wanted another war so soon after the monstrous affair of World War II, so everyone downplayed it. Congress set the Korea G.I. Bill lower than the World War II Bill even though the cost of living was higher. People who did not have loved ones involved didn't want to hear about the Korean War. It was a kind of national denial. For me personally, the hardest thing about being in Korea was the constant exhaustion, plus the feeling that I wasn't tough enough to do my job right. If I could do it again, I would be much more focused and consistent on everything I did. I'm sure I could have done a better job of watching out for my men, taking an occasional night watch to give them a break, checking their weapons more often--especially at Chosin, and finding ways to make their mis- erable lives a bit easier. I wasn't focused on much beyond what I had to do--and my own survival. I goofed off many times when I should have been more attentive to what might be coming up next. Did I ever perceive Korea to be a country worth fighting for? Let's see.... It stunk like an old outhouse, was either too cold or too hot, too muddy or too dusty, full of nasty folks trying to kill us... what's not to love? Comfort was always a problem with terribly hot days followed by very chill and windy nights. The cold and wind at Chosin were indescribable. Really, when we heard what the NKPA had done to even little children, we adopted the attitude that we were there for payback, and the kids at least were worth fighting for. At the time, I thought that the United States should have sent troops to Korea. Truman woke up late, after he had gutted the military, but he met the threat properly. The major problem was that MacArthur was no longer a military leader, and didn't bother to train his troops. One wonders what they were doing if they weren't training. That's all Marines ever do. MacArthur should definitely not have gone north of the 38th parallel. Inchon cut off the NKPA, and all he had to do was seek and destroy what was left of them. He chose not to because it was too mun- dane. Instead, he came up with a grandiose plan to repeat a dazzling amphibious landing on the other coast. He KOREAN WAR VET PAGE 21

didn't care to note that this stopped the UN offensive dead in its tracks while the entire 10th Corps loaded up at Inchon and Pu- san, using most of the truck transport that should have been used to chase the NKPA. Anyone knows that you don't clog up primitive roads with contrary movements, but he sent the entire 7th Infantry Division down those roads to Pusan to board ship for the Wonsan landing. It was lunacy. He failed in his primary job--destroying the enemy forces. Having let the enemy go, he then had no choice but to chase them into North Korea. He shot from the hip all the way, and Marine officers thought him reckless and unprofessional. The biggest mistake was to not send a fighting commander like Ridgway to command the 8th Army at the beginning. Lieuten- ant General Walker was a good fighter, but had MacArthur second-guessing everything he tried to do. Errors begat more errors. MacArthur should have been stopped at the 38th or ap- proximately where we are now. He said the line couldn't be held, but everyone else knew it could. He figuratively and liter- ally got away with murder for nothing but political purposes. China would not have sent in their troops if we had stopped at the "military" 38th parallel. The map clearly shows an excellent defensive line all the way east to Wonsan. He didn't use it, and millions died. We have a much tougher Army now, and South Korea is definitely to be admired for its economic success. I am not sure about its political success. I think the war made the communists pause long enough for the rest of the world to wake up to the threat. Korea was the hole in the dike of communist imperialism. Sadly, China is still play- ing that old discredited game. War Heroes In less than a year of commitment to the Korean War, the 7th Marines, as part of the 1st Marine Division, earned the Navy Presidential Unit Citation an unprecedented three times. Inchon/Seoul (9/15-10/11/50), Chosin (11/27- 12/11/50), and the East Central Front (4/21-26, 5/16-6/30, 9/11-25/51) were all significant battles that could not have succeeded without the professionalism of the Marines who played a critical role in each operation. I believe that a war hero is someone who makes a special effort to effect an outcome, and often pays with his life. I knew a few who should have been cited, and also a few who were but shouldn't have been. The most nota- ble was Sgt. Bradley Westerdahl, a scout/sniper in the S2 section. He earned his money by snooping around ahead of the rest of us, and several times saved us from nasty events by spotting enemy strong points and concealed artillery pieces. He should have received several Bronze Stars for exemplary performance of duty under dangerous circumstances, but I'm pretty sure he got nothing. I believe that a war hero is someone who makes a special effort to effect an outcome, and often pays with his life. I knew a few who should have been cited, and also a few who were but shouldn't have been. The most nota- ble was Sgt. Bradley Westerdahl, a scout/sniper in the S2 section. He earned his money by snooping around ahead of the rest of us, and several times saved us from nasty events by spotting enemy strong points and concealed artillery pieces. He should have received several Bronze Stars for exemplary performance of duty under dangerous circumstances, but I'm pretty sure he got nothing. "Master Sergeant Brad Westerdahl, United States Marine Corps (Retired), originally from Illinois, enlisted in the Marine Corps during World War II, and was stationed at the United States Naval Academy at war’s end. M/SGT Westerdahl served in Korea from 1950-51 as an Intelligence/Scout/Sniper with the Seventh Marine Regiment, partici- PAGE 22 KOREAN WAR VET

pating in the Inchon Landing, fighting in the City of Seoul, the Chosin Reservoir, where he was wounded, and in the fighting in eastern and central Korea. He served a second tour in Korea, 1953-55. During his Marine Corps career, M/SGT Westerdahl served numerous tours of duty in both the United States and overseas. Following his retirement from the Marine Corps, he worked as an Intelligence Analyst for the United States Army Foreign Science and Technology Center for 21 years. Now retired, M/SGT Westerdahl lives in Raleigh, NC." - 2011

I'm proud that I served, especially in Chosin--one of the most horrific battles the USA has ever had. I appreciate that service as a Marine and Korea vet has given me a level of prestige I might otherwise not have achieved. Those who believe that World War II veterans are treated with more respect and appreciation than Korean War veterans just have sour grapes. I get all the respect I need. I became a better Marine, a more serious citizen, and much more thoughtful about life in general. Serving in the Marine Corps affected my post-military life. I was never a slob, but my life is kept neat in almost every respect. I dress carefully, wear my hair short (as a 1950's man should), and es- chew whiners. There is a saying, "Once a Marine, always a Marine." As usual, the 90/10 rule applies. There will always be the ten percent who couldn't really get into the program. They either ended up court-martialed or snuck out quietly at the end of their enlistment. The rest of us are indelibly imprinted with what is now called the "ethos" of the Corps. That is usually expressed as "Honor, Courage, Commitment". Whether we work hard at living up to that ideal or not, we all carry it in our minds in everything we do. The pride comes from knowing we've performed with the best, as the best, and deliver our best effort in most of the things we do. We revel in the prestige, we view the other branches of service with disdain but enjoy their company, we are quick to recognize our Marine peers wherever we meet them, and we stand like stone when The Hymn is played. DETACHMENT MEETING PAGE 23

Sgt. At Arms Roger Gaden and Assistant Sgt. At Arms Frank Foster at recent detachment meeting at Carol Stream American Legion Hall.

Left to right: Jr. Past Commandant Victoria Cobbett, Helen Ehlers, John Meschi, Jerome Bonkowski and Bob Henry PAGE 24 CHAPLAIN’S REPORT

Prayers are heard in heaven in proportion to our faith. Little faith gets very great mercies, but great faith still greater. -- Spurgeon TAPS Cpl. Sara Medina 23, a combat photographer died along with five other Marines on May12th while on a relief mission in Nepal when the helicopter went down. Cpl. Is a resident of Aurora and services with full military honor were held in Plainfield on June 4th. She was then flown to Durango, Mexico for burial.

PRAYER LIST DETACHMENT MEMBERS MARINES: Michael Rebeck, Edward Godfrey, James Lucas, Richard Nazimek, Larry Olsen, Paul Kosieniak, Edward J O’Reilly, Jr., Allen Zenner, Ron Gnech, Joseph Chido, Thomas Stuckey, Carl Baker, Bill Saelinger, Noel Daley, Frank Jurek, Robert Pogwizd, John Burlace, Ray Linder and John Finn. ASSOCIATE MEMBERS: Danielle Provenzale, Joe DiMaggio, Rosemary Collins. FAMILY MEMBERS and FRIENDS: Rose Johnson wife of Marine Roland Johnson, Charlie Castino grandson of Marine Don Kenyon, Mary Ann O’Reilly wife of Marines Ed and mother of Rita O’Reilly; Gail Shilkaitis wife of Marine Gary Shilkaitis, Kilyn Winquist granddaughter of Marine Jim Winquist, Rita Morales mother of Marine Juan Morales, Marie Igrisan, wife of Marine Dan Igrisan, Marine L/Cpl Andrew Bucur son of Marine Emanuel Bucur, Marine Colo- nel Smith, Deputy Commander, 24th Marine Regiment, 4th Marine Division, Marine Sgt. Dan Tsutsumi, Marine Underwood, an active member of the Women Marines Association. ANONYMOUS MARINES: Anonymous Marines are our brothers and sisters Marines who have health issues or are going through difficult times but do not want to ask for any help. Our prayers go out to all of you Anonymous Marines whomever and wherever you are. “Anonymous Marines” will be a permanent name on our Prayer List .

Don Kenyon Chaplain MESSAGE FROM THE COMMADANT PAGE 25

Greeting Marines: As we enter the warm weather of the summer months it means its time to roast some corn and potatoes at our two biggest fund raising events. The success of the fund raisers depends on the help we get from our detachment’s volunteers. In addition to raising needed funds to support the many detachment veterans’ activities our corn roast are great social events— ways we come to know one another better each year. We start off with Downers Grove Rotary Fest which opens on Friday June 26th and runs through Sun- day evening June 28th. We will need help with setting up our area on Thursday evening June 25th at 2100. We then have the DuPage County Fair beginning on Wednesday July 22nd running through Sunday July26th. We will meet at our Fair Site on Sunday July 19th at 1300 to setup our tent and roster. Gary Cobbett will be calling all members to get your time slots established for both events. Join us this summer and know that your time and effort will be ap- preciated by all and also renew old friendships with Improvise your fellow members. Remember we are Marines, “Improvise, Adapt and Overcome!” Adapt

John Olejnicki Overcome Commandant PAGE 26 DETACHMENT EVENTS

Marine Rose Day was recently held at the Jewel Store in Wheaton the last Saturday in May. Thanks to the effort of our Fund Raising Chairperson Larry Olson in just four hours we took in $561.20. Answering the last minute call for help were Ralph Fleischman, Dominick Ferrero, Bob Henry, John Meschi, Steve Collins and Larry Adamiec. The next campaign in Wheaton is scheduled for July 11 and July 12th. There will be about 15 Rose Days at various Jewel Store locations between now and October plus some local train sta- tions will also be the sights of the Rose Day event. More details are coming and everyone will have ade- quate notice to help out.

Ninth Annual Sgt. Tommy’s Family Fishing Day will be held on Saturday July 18th from 0900 to 14090 at Herrick Lake in Wheaton, IL. The day is open to children ages 3—15. The program promotes youth appreciation and education of the outdoors. All children are welcome to attend the event with their families. The Family Fishing Day is completely free, hosted in appreciation of services provided by military, police and fire personnel. The DuPage County Marines will once again furnish the roasted corn. Mem- bers who can lend a helping hands are asked to contact John Meschie at 630-495-7336 or email John at [email protected]

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BINGO DATES FOR BINGO AT HINES VA Our Detachment under the leadership of Jack McInerney will hold Bingo at Hines VA Hospital in May- wood , Il. We start setting up around 1330 and the first game begins at 1400. The afternoon of good fel- lowship with our disabled veterans and comradery with our fellow detachment members ends at 1530 hours. Several asked Jack for the upcoming dates of future Bingo events. We will be doing Bingo on the following dates so get them on your calendar. June 14, July 12, August 9, Sept 6, Oct 11, Nov 8, and Dec 6. Please note that in November we will recognize both Veterans Day and the Marine Corps Ball with cake cuttings by the oldest and youngest Marine cutting the cake. December is our last date of the year and will be our annual Christmas party.

SUMMER APPRECIATION PINIC

Plans are underway for our annual members/workers appreciation picnic which will be held in September. Date and location will be announced shortly. George Bornmann is the chair for this event and if you are interested in helping let George know by calling George at 630-372-9037 or email [email protected] PAGE 28 MARINE OF THE YEAR

The eagle, globe, and anchor insignia is a testament to the training of the individual Marine, to the history and traditions of the Marine Corps, and to the values upheld by the Corps. This year’s honoree em- bodies the honor, courage, and commitment symbolized by this insignia. Since joining our Marine Corps League Detachment, our honoree has volunteered for numerous activities and dedicated much of his time to service and uphold the Marine identity. Not once has this Marine passed up an opportunity to share his help, knowledge, or abilities, for those in need. This year’s honoree is an active member in the Color Guard and Eagle Scout Committees. Not only does he believe that presenting our nation’s colors is essential to honoring those who serve and have served our country, but it is equally important to educate the youth of our nation, and allow witness to the importance of honoring and serving your country no matter the age. He is also a regular volunteer at the Du- page County Fair raising funds for the League, celebrates Veterans Day in the Dupage Convalescent Center with elderly or infirm veterans, enjoys fun games of bingo at Hines Hospital, and works night and day during the holiday months; collecting toys, organizing drop offs and pickups, participating in events to raise funds, all for the large Toys for Tots operation. Dedicated to the Marine Corps since 1972, our honoree has traveled near and far to commit his service. Starting in San Diego for basic training, he traveled to North Carolina where he graduated from Dis- persing School and worked as a pay clerk upon graduation. He was then transferred to Hawaii and was stationed there for 2 years. Discharged in July of 1976, he came home to Illinois where he continued his education at U of I. In December of 1976, he joined a Marine Reserve Unit at Glennview Navy Air Station where he continued his duties of working with personnel and taking care of service records. He was there for 17 years while he participated in his active duty training in Illinois, California, Florida, North Carolina, Arizona, and New York. He gave orders, supervised, looked after subordinates, kept records, and people attended to him with questions or information. It was during these 17 years that he learned the greatest lessons of respon- sibility. While still in the Reserves, he joined the DuPage County Sheriff’s Department in Wheaton, IL. In 1993, he retired from the Marine Corps Reserve and continued his work at the Sheriff’s Department. At Du- page County, he worked in the jail for 7 years and transferred to the court house where he worked until his retirement. During his time at Dupage County he worked among youth involved in the criminal justice system and witnessed the major issues that occur among adolescents. He found great importance in modeling honorable and responsible actions and finding merit in at-risk youth, while also, learning how to help people that were involved in the law as victims and criminals in and outside of the courtroom. Some of the greatest lessons he learned about justice and honesty were fro his time as a deputy sheriff. He witnessed the ups and downs that many families deal with and made sure that every action of his in the court room and out, was a committed, worthy, honorable one. To this day, this honoree continues to model the re- spected qualities of a dedicated Marine, loving father, and honest husband. This Marine stands up for what is right and fair; there is no question that this year’s honoree is a loyal asset to the Marine Corps League, all Veterans, and our community. Please join me in congratulating Roger Gaden as this year’s Marine of the Year.

2014 MOY Don Kenyon presenting the 2015 MOY Award to Roger Gaden. MARINE OF THE YEAR PAGE 29

Roger listening to the presentation and won- dering who they are talking about.

Roger with his daughters and wife after accepting the 2015 Marine of the Year Award.

Roger with his family. PAGE 30 INSTALLATION DINNER

Big John Olejnicki presenting awards to Chuck Wingard.

John Olejnicki presenting awards to one of our hardest working Marines, bob Henry.

Pictured Left to right: Bill Barta, Bob Kulseth, John Olejnicki and Chuck Wingard INSTALLATION DINNER PAGE 31

State Commandant O J Smith presenting detachment certification to Com- mandant John Olejnicki.

2015 Detachment Officers being sworn in. Left to right: Jon Mes- chi, Don Kenyon, Roger Gaden, Chuck Wingard Larry Adamiec and John Olejnicki.

Top Bill Barta our MC. Right Vicky Cobbett, John Olejnicki and Frank Foster.

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21 22 23 24 25 26 27 Monthly Set up Tent Rotary Fest Rotary Fest Meeting at Rotary Fest Downers Downers American Downers Grove Grove Legion 1930 Grove 2100 28 29 30 Deadline for Rotary Fest Scholarship Downers Applications Grove Page 33 Scuttlebutt -The Poop -The Word

NOTICE Our meeting place has changed for the next year. We will be meeting at the American Legion Post 76 located at 570 South Gary Ave in Carol Stream, IL. This is just a 1/4 mile north of the intersection of Geneva Rd and Gary Avenue on the west side of Gary Ave. The location is a little over 1 mile from our former meeting site at the Wheaton VFW. Meetings are held the 4th Tuesday of the month beginning at 1930.

We need volunteers for a number of Fund Raising Events over the next few months beginning with our Marine Rose Program and including our corn roasting operations at the Rotary Fest in Downers Grove and the DuPage County Fair in July. Please give as much time as you can.

Scuttlebutt : (SKUT-l-but) noun 1. Rumor, gossip. 2. A drinking fountain or a cask of drinking water on a ship. Etymology: From scuttle (a small opening in the deck or hull of a ship) + butt (cask) Editor’s Fighting Hole

This edition gets the chance to acknowledge the service of one of our own, Sgt. Major Jerome Bonkowski. I hope you enjoy the article and I wish to thank Lynnita Brown the Editor of the Korean War Educator . She has been publishing stories of Korean Veterans for more than 15 years. Any Korean War Vet who is interested in telling his story is encouraged to contact Lynnita and at the very least, check out the Korean War Educator on line. Our lead story acknowledges the 50th Anniversary of the start of the Viet Nam War. In our next issue will feature articles on the Third Marines and Con Thien a United States Marine Corps combat base located near the Vietnamese Demilitarized Zone about 3 km from North Vietnam in Gio Linh District, Quảng Trị Province. It was the site of fierce fighting from February 1967 through February 1968.

Semper Fi, Don Kenyon The DuPage County Marines Once a Marine…Always a Marine DuPage Marines Scholarship Fund In Memory of SGT Thomas M. Gilbert, USMC

Purpose: The DuPage County Marines Scholarship Fund is established to grant college or vocational school scholarships to qualified applicants.

Who is qualified to apply: Priority will be given to applicants in the order listed below. Members and family members, children and grandchildren of members of the DuPage County Marine Corps League in good standing or the surviving spouse and/or children of a deceased member. Family members (residing in DuPage County) of Marines who lost their lives in the line of duty. Children and grandchildren of Marines who reside in DuPage County. What are the requirements: A. Applicants must complete the entire Scholarship Application Form and return it by the due date indicated on the form. B. A transcript of the applicant’s grades and class standing must be attached. If the applicant is presently enrolled in a college/university/vocational school, these grades should be included. Photo- copies must bear an original signature of the proper school authority. C. A letter from the applicant introducing him or her and indicating their reason for applying must be attached. D. Proof of acceptance and enrollment into an accredited institution of higher learning must be attached. In order for the application to be considered, all necessary paperwork must be submitted by the required due date. Any request for an extension of the due date must be submitted to the scholarship committee for consideration. ALL DOCUMENTATION MUST BE ASSEMBLED AND SUBMITTED BY THE APPLICANT POST- MARKED NO LATER THAN June 30, 2015 AND MAILED TO:

Jack McInerney 500 South Adams Street Westmont, IL 60559 The scholarship will be paid in two installments. The first payment of 50% will be paid upon selection of the student and the second payment of 50% will be made upon notification from the school of the completion of the grading period. The payment check will be made out jointly to the recipient (student) and the learning institution, and mailed directly to the school. When the student endorses the check, the institution will then endorse the check and credit the amount of the check to the student’s account. The scholarship will be applied to the student’s tuition and/or books. No cash or check is to be paid directly to the applicant, either by the Detachment or the institution at which the recipient is enrolled.

The DuPage County Marines Once a Marine…Always a Marine DuPage County Detachment Marine Corps League Scholarship Application (Please print or type all information)

Applicant Name (Last, First MI) ______

Address:______

______Date of Birth ______Age ______

High School: ______

High School Address: ______

Name and address of College/University/Vocational School you have been accepted to or currently are enrolled at: Institution’s Name: ______

Address:______

______Your Marine Corps affiliation: (Name) ______(How related)______

Are you receiving any scholarships or grants? (Y/N) ______Do you have a Student Loan (Y/N) ______

Extra-Curricular Activities (Attached additional sheet if needed ______I understand that the decision of the Scholarship Committee is final, and that the information I have provided is true and correct to the best of my knowledge. All information that I have provided will be kept confidential and will be used strictly for determining the qualifications of the applicant. Applications become the sole property of the DuPage Marine Corps League. It is my understanding that if awarded this scholarship, it must be used towards payment of tuition and/or books only.

Signature: ______Date: ______

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