Yup. My Dad was in Korea. Signal Corps, right on the front lines at times. Rough stuff.
My Dad didn’t talk much about it except for how cold the weather was sometimes in training, heating one of the greasier canned rations on Jeep manifolds, once being present at a nuke test in the States, going hungry for three days once (bad NCO), starting smoking and playing poker for lack of anything else to do at times, and about how he bought a car and drove too fast to get home after being discharged.
He didn’t seem bothered about his time in the service at all, though he never advised me to join the service. He wore a flat top haircut most of his life. My Mom was against me joining.
The only things that I remember seeing from his service were a small binder of photos from his training in southern U.S. states, his good conduct medal, his tattered field jacket and his blue fourragere (cord that hangs over the shoulder on an infantry uniform).
My mother knew that he was honorably discharged just before she met him, but other than that, she didn’t know much, either. Same from relatives on his side of the family.
After being discharged, he worked as a mechanic (hot rodder from an early age), went to a night school for mechanics, married my Mom and started racing a super modified on several tracks in the Midwest. After he died in 2002, I found out that he was born a year younger than what I had been told. His burial was accompanied by an Army salute and a flag.
He was a good father, old fashioned, always much in favor of a strong defense and was really proud after my graduation at Ft. Leonard Wood. Might check with records to see what’s there.