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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>