The Graybeards - Korean War Veterans Association
The Graybeards - Korean War Veterans Association
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WHITE ROBES<br />
Refugees or Reds<br />
Traumatic pangs of conscience for the attacking pilots<br />
August, 1950<br />
By early August, 1950, the momentum<br />
of the North <strong>Korean</strong>’s threepronged<br />
drive into the south had<br />
proved immensely successful. <strong>The</strong>y had<br />
completed their end-around on the west and<br />
south coasts, their east coast drive had progressed<br />
far enough to force evacuation of<br />
USAF fighter squadrons from Pohang air<br />
base, and their central thrust was threatening<br />
to cross the Naktong River to knock on<br />
our last bastion of defense ... our home base<br />
at Taegu.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir objective, to surround Taegu, then<br />
march on Pusan and have control of the<br />
entire peninsula, seemed just a few days<br />
short of accomplishment. We were in deep<br />
trouble!<br />
Despite our intensive firepower from<br />
dawn to dark every day, we just didn’t seem<br />
to have enough airplanes or pilots to properly<br />
stem the Red tide.<br />
As our defensive perimeter continued to<br />
shrink around Taegu, we became suddenly<br />
aware of the massed exodus of <strong>Korean</strong><br />
refugees ahead of the battles. But the full<br />
impact of their presence did not strike home<br />
to me until the first few days of August,<br />
1950, when the stream of white-clothed<br />
humanity began to collect on the west bank<br />
of the Naktong River.<br />
Only then, as I sat in the narrow confines<br />
of my F-51’s cockpit in relative ‘comfort’,<br />
patrolling the river to prevent their crossing,<br />
did I begin to feel the weight of the decisions<br />
which were suddenly forced upon me<br />
.... decisions for which my years of Air<br />
Unsung Heroes of the <strong>Korean</strong> Air <strong>War</strong><br />
by<br />
Duane E. ‘Bud’ Biteman,<br />
Lt Col, USAF, Ret<br />
Force training had neglected to prepare me<br />
... and which violently contradicted my<br />
Christian upbringing.<br />
Could I bring myself to fire my machine<br />
guns at those refugees in order to keep them<br />
from crossing the Naktong River?<br />
We knew that the Red army troops had<br />
dressed many of their soldiers as refugees,<br />
who then infiltrated behind our lines to<br />
attack from the rear at opportune times. But<br />
we knew, too, that these thousands upon<br />
thousands of old people and young children<br />
had been forced from their homes in Seoul,<br />
or Suwon, then from Taejon, and Nonsan<br />
and Kumsan, and all of the villages in<br />
between ... carrying all that was left of their<br />
life-long possessions.<br />
Many were Christians, for Korea had<br />
responded to missionary zeal for scores of<br />
years ...I couldn’t know how many could be<br />
praying to my Jesus for deliverance ... at the<br />
exact instant that I was asking the very same<br />
Jesus for divine guidance, when the time<br />
came, that I might have to pull the trigger on<br />
them ....!!<br />
<strong>The</strong> Naktong River near H’amchang was<br />
extremely shallow in August, shallow<br />
enough to wade in many places. We knew<br />
that these crossings must be closely<br />
watched, because these were the areas the<br />
North <strong>Korean</strong>s would attempt to cross.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was no question in our minds concerning<br />
our response to soldiers trying to<br />
cross the river ...we would stop them at all<br />
costs. But the subject of refugees was something<br />
else ... we had no orders, nor even firm<br />
‘guidance’ from higher headquarters on the<br />
subject; ‘just a sort of a general unspoken<br />
consensus that our position at Taegu would<br />
be very seriously jeopardized if and when<br />
the mass of refugees crossed the Naktong<br />
River... because there was no doubt in any<br />
of our minds that the exodus would be heavily<br />
infiltrated by armed North <strong>Korean</strong><br />
troops, against whom we could have little<br />
defense once they crossed the protective<br />
Naktong river.<br />
No one would take the responsibility to<br />
issue a specific instruction on just how the<br />
refugees were to be stopped!<br />
What I saw on that one bright August,<br />
early morning mission caused me to pull up<br />
into a wide, sweeping left turn, to place my<br />
flight in a parallel line with the river, where<br />
I immediately dropped down until I was<br />
barely ten feet above the sand ... and a scant<br />
yard over the heads of hundreds upon hundreds<br />
of white-robed men, women and children<br />
standing in the middle of the river.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y stopped where they were, and<br />
ducked as we roared over, then those nearest<br />
the east bank scrambled forward, while<br />
most of the others stayed where they were<br />
while we circled low for another pass.<br />
This time, though, I fired a long burst of<br />
machine gun fire into the open water ahead<br />
of those who had stopped in mid-stream.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y immediately jumped up and<br />
returned to the west bank; but as soon as I<br />
would pull up to a higher altitude for a<br />
wider, more comfortable circle, a few<br />
would start down the bank, intent upon<br />
crossing while they thought we were not<br />
looking. <strong>The</strong>ir bright white clothing stood<br />
out vividly against the reddish, sandy river<br />
bed, and we could observe their movements<br />
quite easily. So I would quickly roll over<br />
into another low pass, firing into the water<br />
ahead of them as I went by, and they would<br />
turn back and run to the river bank.<br />
I prayed that none would call my hand,<br />
and try to cross after seeing my warning<br />
bursts of gunfire, because at that point in<br />
time I honestly did not know if I could fire<br />
directly at them to stop their crossing.<br />
We patrolled that shallow portion of the<br />
river for a couple of hours, circling the shallowest<br />
areas at 500 to 800 feet altitude, then<br />
dropping down to fire a short burst into the<br />
river whenever a few foolhardy souls would<br />
start to move across. I knew that sooner or<br />
later some would defy my warnings,<br />
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