My dad was in Korea, artillery. He was section chief for a battery of 105's.
He would tell me of some of the stuff he'd do that scared the #@*& out of his superiors.
For instance, they would take an empty beer can, "place" it over the end of a shell with a rubber mallet, and use a "church key" to cut holes in the other end. He said that you could hear that shell literally scream from the barrel all the way to the target! Target spotters radioed back wondering what the #@*& kind of shells were they firing!
While in Korea, he reached the rank of sergeant, but got busted back to private after he "busted" a lieutenant. He rose back to sergeant before his tour was up.
Dad was the original prankster.
Maybe THAT'S why you get DiGiorno's so cheap; continued acknowledgment of how badly the Italians got punked until the end of time!
Not Korea but I actually knew a guy who was stationed there when the North Koreans first crossed the DMZ in June 1950 and was among those pushed back into the Pusan perimeter. Pure hell. Nobody could have gotten a North Korean general to surrender while wearing a pair of filthy shorts. BTW, you can figure out what war and where just from that clue.