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My ‘Typewriter’ <strong>Korean</strong> <strong>War</strong><br />

By Richard L. Harris<br />

At the beginning of the <strong>Korean</strong> <strong>War</strong> I<br />

was working for Remington Rand in<br />

Schenectady, NY. I had registered for<br />

the draft while working in Jamestown, NY. I<br />

was in Canada on vacation when the draft<br />

notice came to my Coxsackie, NY address.<br />

My mother called me and told me I had to<br />

report for a physical in Jamestown. I told her<br />

I would stop and see them on the way back,<br />

as I had to go to Jamestown to drop off my<br />

wife Margaret and her sister.<br />

Mother said, “You have to call them.”<br />

“I will get in touch with them later,” I<br />

promised her.”<br />

“You need to call them now,” she replied,<br />

“or they will put you in jail.”<br />

“OK,” I agreed. “I’ll call them. Give me<br />

their phone number.”<br />

I called and got my physical transferred to<br />

Schenectady, NY. On my last day on the job,<br />

I got a call from the Knolls Atomic Energy<br />

Plant. The caller told me that my Q clearance<br />

just came in.<br />

“I don’t have to escort you around the<br />

plant any more,” he said happily.<br />

“I won’t need it,” I announced. “This is<br />

my last day on the job. The Army got me.”<br />

He sounded a bit upset.<br />

“The FBI put in a lot of hours checking<br />

you out all over the state,” he told me. “We<br />

will have to start all over on the next guy.<br />

Good luck—and take care of yourself.”<br />

We were sent to Ft. Devens, MA, for processing,<br />

and then to Camp Pickett, VA. We<br />

trained with the Heavy Mortar Co., 169th<br />

National Guard, from Connecticut. After<br />

basic training, we had a leave over the New<br />

Year’s holiday. After that ended, we went to<br />

California on a troop train.<br />

The train was detained in a railroad yard<br />

in Chicago. Surprise! There was a brightly lit<br />

sign across the tracks advertising<br />

“LIQUOR.” Quickly, the men were going in<br />

both directions. I got the assignment in our<br />

group to cross the tracks. The others were<br />

leery about going.<br />

There was a Lieutenant by the exit of our<br />

car. He asked me, “Are you going, too?”<br />

“Yes,” I said.<br />

“I hope all you guys come back,” he<br />

responded.<br />

“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “I’ll be<br />

back. I wouldn’t want to be left behind in this<br />

neighborhood.”<br />

I went over and got some of that good<br />

stuff. The train finally got moving.<br />

We got on a ship in California. About two<br />

weeks later we were in Japan. We got a quick<br />

taste of Army life when we arrived at Camp<br />

Drake. We were standing in line for over two<br />

hours, and nothing was happening. As a<br />

Sergeant walked by, I asked him what the<br />

holdup was. He said he would find out.<br />

He returned and informed me that the<br />

typewriters weren’t working. I told him that I<br />

had worked on typewriters for about six<br />

years. That piqued his interest. He left, but<br />

came back quickly.<br />

“Get your butt in there,” he said. “They<br />

need six men.”<br />

I went in and filled out a form. That started<br />

my new career.<br />

Five other Soldiers and I spent six weeks<br />

at the Tokyo QM Depot typewriter repair<br />

school. They trained us on all the name brand<br />

office model machines, but we did not<br />

receive any training on the portable. Guess<br />

what! In Korea, I came across only office<br />

model machines.<br />

When I got to Korea, I was assigned to the<br />

24th Division. My orders got lost. They<br />

wanted me to stay there at the Replacement<br />

Company. I figured I had better go where<br />

they wanted me to go. But, they did find my<br />

orders.<br />

Richard L. Harris<br />

Another Soldier and I began repairing<br />

typewriters in a building with a large window<br />

that let in the light so we could work on the<br />

machines.<br />

We had a house boy. This was great; he<br />

cleaned up and everything. One day he<br />

showed me a Sears catalog with ads for a<br />

jacket, hat, and gloves. He asked me if I<br />

could get them for him. I promised him I<br />

would try.<br />

I took out the pages that I needed and sent<br />

them to my mother. A little later, I received<br />

the things he wanted. When I showed the<br />

house boy what I had for him, I thought he<br />

was going to pick me up. He was really<br />

happy, and said, “Now I can stay warm.<br />

Thank you.”<br />

My next duty station was at Kimpo Air<br />

Field for typewriter repair. I had a nice warm<br />

bed, but the assignment didn’t last very long.<br />

At Kimpo, I was the new man on the job,<br />

so I got to clean the typewriters and mimeographs.<br />

After a period of time doing the<br />

cleaning, my eyes got all red and swollen. I<br />

went on sick call.<br />

The doctor asked me what work I was<br />

doing. I explained that I was cleaning typewriters,<br />

etc., with the same cleaning solution<br />

the Army used to clean clothes. He gave me<br />

some salve to put in my eyes, pills to take,<br />

and a note saying that I was not to clean the<br />

machines anymore, and that I was to stay<br />

away from that solution.<br />

70<br />

The Graybeards<br />

<strong>Nov</strong>ember – <strong>Dec</strong>ember <strong>2009</strong>

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