National convention, october 2-5, 2005, in bossier - Korean War ...
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THE SHOES OF A KOREAN VET<br />
By Jack D. Ross, 418 Mills Street, Sandusky OH 44870.<br />
It was fifty years ago <strong>in</strong> a place far away<br />
but the memories rema<strong>in</strong> and surface each day<br />
of the mission of our platoon, to defend a barren hill<br />
from the North <strong>Korean</strong> soldiers and it was kill or be killed<br />
with artillery and mach<strong>in</strong>e guns carb<strong>in</strong>es and men<br />
you fight off the enemy aga<strong>in</strong> and aga<strong>in</strong><br />
you defend the damn mounta<strong>in</strong> till the objective was met<br />
you’re walk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the shoes of a <strong>Korean</strong> vet<br />
there are medics shoot<strong>in</strong>g morph<strong>in</strong>e <strong>in</strong>to a wounded man’s ve<strong>in</strong><br />
to silence the cry and lessen the pa<strong>in</strong><br />
the stench of bodies, the unforgettable smell<br />
makes your whole body tremble and you’re scared as hell<br />
a good friend you seek out, but he was <strong>in</strong> the wrong place<br />
for now an olive drab blanket is cover<strong>in</strong>g his face<br />
you look to the heavens and quietly pray<br />
but your prayers go unanswered day after day<br />
the chapla<strong>in</strong> is busy help<strong>in</strong>g carry the <strong>in</strong>jured men<br />
to the helicopter land<strong>in</strong>g where fight<strong>in</strong>g had been<br />
you recall when it ended, we’ve all held our ground<br />
and it’s time to go home and there’s hardly a sound<br />
if you often wonder is this as bad as it gets<br />
you’re walk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the shoes of a <strong>Korean</strong> vet<br />
you were among the lucky, back on American soil<br />
but what you’ve been thru still makes your blood boil<br />
all this has turned you <strong>in</strong>to an angry young man<br />
who committed legalized murder with blood on his hands<br />
you don’t want to look at people pass<strong>in</strong>g by<br />
just want to be alone and you’re too proud to cry<br />
there are times when you th<strong>in</strong>k you’d be better off dead<br />
and visions of suicide rush thru your head<br />
and you tell yourself that time heals all wounds<br />
after all these years you know it’s not go<strong>in</strong>g away soon<br />
you don’t watch war movies <strong>in</strong> the theater or on t. v.<br />
cause you know it could trigger another of these<br />
heartbreak<strong>in</strong>g memories that you’re try<strong>in</strong>g to forget<br />
then you’re walk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the shoes of a <strong>Korean</strong> vet<br />
there are more wars a com<strong>in</strong>g, and I’m too old to fight<br />
but when I look at our great banner, it’s stars and it’s stripes<br />
it sends shivers thru my body, and I know right then<br />
for liberty and freedom, I’d do it all over aga<strong>in</strong>.<br />
Hold Onto<br />
That Beer<br />
On July 6, 1952, the weather was hot<br />
and muggy. At sunset, the Ch<strong>in</strong>ese<br />
aga<strong>in</strong> attacked Charlie Battery of the 17 F<br />
AB.<br />
Section One was called upon to return<br />
counter-battery. The gun immediately came<br />
under direct fire from the Ch<strong>in</strong>ese guns. A<br />
volley landed directly on the gun position,<br />
one round explod<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the parapet <strong>in</strong> front<br />
of the gun, and one fell just beh<strong>in</strong>d the<br />
trails. The position was enveloped <strong>in</strong> dust<br />
and smoke. The cannoneers found their<br />
way back to their bunker one by one.<br />
Miraculously, no one was <strong>in</strong>jured. They<br />
returned to the gun and f<strong>in</strong>ished the mission.<br />
The gunners returned to their bunker,<br />
huddl<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the darkness as shells cont<strong>in</strong>ued<br />
to land with<strong>in</strong> the perimeter. The temperature<br />
began to rise, and I sought the cooler<br />
air of the slit trench which served as the<br />
entrance to the bunker. I was soon jo<strong>in</strong>ed by<br />
another crew member, and then another. I<br />
then climbed to a position just over the<br />
door.<br />
When another volley came down on the<br />
position, I hugged the ground as shrapnel<br />
whistled about me. I then ran <strong>in</strong>to the squad<br />
tent and “liberated” several cans of beer<br />
belong<strong>in</strong>g to the track driver. He was<br />
assigned to the motor pool when we were<br />
under fire, so he was not present to protest.<br />
I took the loot back to the top of the<br />
bunker, where I tried to dr<strong>in</strong>k the liquid as<br />
rapidly as I could, seek<strong>in</strong>g some respite<br />
from the <strong>in</strong>com<strong>in</strong>g shells. Soon, I was<br />
jo<strong>in</strong>ed by another member of the crew. As<br />
others sought the coolness atop the bunker,<br />
they were told that they had to take positions<br />
away from the door beh<strong>in</strong>d the first<br />
arrivals.<br />
When another volley came down on the<br />
position, there was a mad dash for the safety<br />
of the bunker. I held firmly on to my beer,<br />
but found my hand locked <strong>in</strong> position by<br />
another crew member on top of me. The<br />
liquid poured slowly down on the men <strong>in</strong><br />
the trench below me. With much groan<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
we were f<strong>in</strong>ally able to disentangle ourselves<br />
and return to the safety of the bunker.<br />
James A. Frowe<strong>in</strong>, 24434 W. Lancelot<br />
Lane, Joliet, IL 60431, 17th FAB – “C” &<br />
“HQ & HQ”, 4/1/52 to 5/13/53<br />
85<br />
The Graybeards<br />
July - August A<br />
<strong>2005</strong>