The Graybeards – KWVA - Korean War Veterans Association
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ing. <strong>The</strong>y’ll be here soon. <strong>The</strong> moon is full<br />
tonight. By the time it’s full again, we’ll be<br />
free”.<br />
As the weeks and months passed, robbed<br />
of all strength by pellagra and beriberi, men<br />
grew weaker. <strong>The</strong> unbroken diet of millet<br />
and corn became nauseating. We could<br />
hardly choke it down. By mid-March we<br />
were in desperate condition, boiling green<br />
weeds in our hunt for vitamins. <strong>The</strong> hideous<br />
swelling of the body that is the first mark of<br />
approaching death by starvation was showing<br />
up on more and more of us. <strong>The</strong> night<br />
before Saint Patrick’s day, Father called us<br />
together and prayed to Saint Patrick, asking<br />
to help us in our misery. <strong>The</strong> next day the<br />
Chinese brought us a case of liver - the first<br />
meat we had had - and issued us golian<br />
instead of millet. <strong>The</strong> liver was spoiled and<br />
golian is sorghum seed, used as cattle feed<br />
in the States, but to us they were like manna.<br />
Later he prayed for tobacco, and that night<br />
a guard walked by and tossed a little bag of<br />
dry, strawlike <strong>Korean</strong> tobacco into our<br />
room.<br />
As our bodies weakened, the Reds<br />
stepped up the pace of their propaganda<br />
assault upon our minds. Hour after hour we<br />
sat in lectures while Comrade Sun, a fanatic<br />
little Chinese who hated Americans with<br />
an insane hatred, assailed our rotten, capitalistic<br />
Wall Street civilization. <strong>The</strong>n we’d<br />
have to comment upon the great truths<br />
revealed by Comrade Sun. A few bold men<br />
commented in unprintable words of contempt<br />
and were thrown into a freezing hole<br />
or subjected to other severe tortures sometimes<br />
resulting in death. Some veiled their<br />
ridicule. “According to the great doctrines<br />
taught us by the noble Stalin, Lenin, Marx,<br />
Engels, Amos and Andy - - -” they would<br />
read aloud in the classes.<br />
Father was not openly arrogant nor did<br />
he use subterfuge. Without losing his temper<br />
or raising his voice, he’d answer the lecturer<br />
point by point with a calm logic that<br />
set Comrade Sun screaming and leaping on<br />
the platform like an angry ape. “When our<br />
Lord told us to love our enemies”, he said<br />
once, “I’m sure He did not have Comrade<br />
Sun in mind”.<br />
Strangely, they never punished him,<br />
except by threats and ominous warnings.<br />
Two officers who knew him well were<br />
taken away and tortured. With their hands<br />
tied behind them, they were lifted by ropes<br />
until their wrist joints pulled apart. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were afraid of him. <strong>The</strong>y recognized in him a<br />
strength they could not break, a spirit they could<br />
not quell. Above all things, they feared a mass rebel-<br />
lion, and they knew that if Father Father<br />
was maltreated,<br />
the whole camp of 4000 men would mutiny.<br />
mutiny<br />
then were brought back to accuse him publicly.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y charged him with slandering the<br />
Chinese, which was true - if you call the real<br />
truth slander, as they did. <strong>The</strong>y said he<br />
advocated resistance to the Red’s study program,<br />
and that he displayed a hostile attitude<br />
toward his captors, all of which was<br />
also true. <strong>The</strong>y said he threatened men with<br />
courts-martial on their return if they went<br />
along with the Chinese, which was not true.<br />
Father never threatened anybody. When the<br />
two men came back after their ordeal,<br />
unsure of their welcome, Father was the<br />
first to greet them. Looking at their twisted<br />
hands, he told them “You never should suffered<br />
a moment, trying to protect me”.<br />
We expected that the public accusation<br />
would bring on a farcial trial in which<br />
Father would be convicted and taken out<br />
and never returned. Instead, they merely<br />
called him in and bullied him and threatened<br />
him. We realized then what we had<br />
half known all along. <strong>The</strong>y were afraid of<br />
him. <strong>The</strong>y recognized in him a strength they<br />
could not break, a spirit they could not<br />
quell. Above all things, they feared a mass<br />
rebellion, and they knew that if Father was<br />
maltreated, the whole camp of 4000 men<br />
would mutiny.<br />
On Easter Sunday, 1951, he hurled at<br />
them his boldest challenge, openly flouting<br />
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their law against religious services. In the<br />
yard of a burned-out church in the officers’<br />
compound, just at sunrise, he read the<br />
Easter service. He could not celebrate the<br />
Easter Mass for all his Mass equipment had<br />
been lost at the time of his capture. All he<br />
had were the things he used when administering<br />
the last rites to the dying - the purple<br />
ribbon, called a stole, which he wore round<br />
his neck as a badge of his priesthood, the<br />
gold ciborium, now empty, in which the<br />
Host had been carried when he had administered<br />
Holy Communion, and the little bottles<br />
of holy oil used to administer the last<br />
sacraments. But he fashioned a cross out of<br />
two pieces of wood, and, from a borrowed<br />
missal he read the stations of the Cross to<br />
the scarecrow men sitting on the rubbled<br />
steps of the burned church. He told the story<br />
of Christ’s suffering and death, and then,<br />
holding in his hand a rosary made of bent<br />
barbed wire cut from the prison fence, he<br />
recited the glorious mysteries of Christ risen<br />
from the tomb and ascended into Heaven.<br />
As we watched him it was clear to us that<br />
Father himself at last had begun to fail in<br />
strength. On the starvation diet we were<br />
allowed, a man could not miss a single<br />
day’s meals without growing too weak to<br />
walk, and for months Father had been sharing<br />
his meager rations with sick and dying<br />
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