As a young man, I worked with a man who was at the Chosin Reservoir. He survived the bleeding from his wound because it froze.
One tough SOB.
I had two history teachers, in high school and college, tell me almost the same story of commanding tanks at the Yalu when the Chinese attacked. Both were lieutenants and expressed regrets about their command abilities. These were probably reactions to loss and being put in impossible conditions.
I was sorry I never got them together.
Chosin Reservoir survivor lives down the street. He’s a tough man.Just a couple of years ago, I saw him chasing down two teens who stole a garden stake from his yard. I was ready to assist, but saw quickly that he had things under control. The kid’s body language indicated to me that they were scared shitless.
Chosin Reservoir survivor lives down the street. He’s a tough man.Just a couple of years ago, I saw him chasing down two teens who stole a garden stake from his yard. I was ready to assist, but saw quickly that he had things under control. The kid’s body language indicated to me that the little bitches were scared shitless.
At my Father’s funeral I met old guy who was soft spoken and really needed his cane. He told me he served in Korea.
A little later he told me on his 2nd day after arriving in Korea, he was on a tuck being shipped out to a small enclave up north, it was the Chosin Reservoir.
He spent most of the rest of his time in the military being put back together in a military hospital, after he and the rest of his fellow marines had to fight their way back out.
My 5th grade teacher was a blood-n-guts sergeant in Korea. One story he told was about being in a foxhole on Porkchop Hill. They had bushes covering their foxhole while thousands of Chinese troops walked within inches of their heads. They just had to sit there silently until they passed, to do otherwise would have been suicide. He had a bunch of stories I can’t recall now as it’s been about 62 years, but I remember Porkchop Hill.