Sep/Oct 2005 - Korean War Veterans Association
Sep/Oct 2005 - Korean War Veterans Association
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had been, that we had been given the pass,<br />
and told to go to an American hospital, and<br />
we would like to have something to eat and<br />
spend the day with them. We were well<br />
received and taken to a very fine house on<br />
the side of a hill, under a very large tree.<br />
There were a number of Chinese soldiers<br />
around the house, preparing to eat. We were<br />
given food (rice) and ate with them. After<br />
eating we were taken to a room in the house<br />
and told this was our room. The room was<br />
about 10 feet by 12 feet, and had a hard<br />
wood floor, which was heated. There were<br />
regular windows in the room with frames<br />
that would open. We lay down and went to<br />
sleep. We were awakened about noon by a<br />
tapping on the window at the back of the<br />
house. I went to the window and saw a<br />
Chinese soldier outside who had a small<br />
package, wrapped in newspaper, in his<br />
hands. He was smiling and making motions<br />
for me to open the window, which I did.<br />
He handed me the package, placed his<br />
forefinger, vertically, over his lips in the<br />
universal motion that says, “Be quiet.” He<br />
then departed around the comer of the<br />
house and I quietly closed the window.<br />
When I took the package from the<br />
Chinese soldier, it was very warm. This<br />
was a very strange occurrence, and Captain<br />
Harrod and I commented on the situation.<br />
We had no idea what was in the package,<br />
but decided we should open it and find out.<br />
If it blew up, so be it.<br />
I unwrapped the package and found a<br />
large piece of hot meat, possibly 2 pounds.<br />
We took it to be beef, but will never know<br />
for sure what species of animal it came<br />
from. This was the first real meat we had<br />
seen in about a month. I tasted it and pronounced<br />
it to be delicious. We disposed of<br />
it in short order. Later in the day I saw the<br />
Chinese soldier who had given us the meat.<br />
He was looking directly at me and smiling.<br />
I looked directly at him, surreptitiously patted<br />
my stomach, and smiled back. He got<br />
the message and we were very grateful for<br />
the meat.<br />
During the course of the afternoon, in<br />
talking with the Chinese soldiers, we<br />
learned they were a Psychological <strong>War</strong>fare<br />
unit. They started telling us of their dislike<br />
for President Truman, General Marshal,<br />
and other members of President Truman’s<br />
staff. They emphasized their friendship for<br />
the American people, but not the political<br />
leaders of the United States.<br />
During the course of the afternoon they<br />
produced U.S. Army backpacks that were<br />
filled with leaflets of all types. They asked<br />
if we would take some of the leaflets and<br />
distribute them to the American soldiers as<br />
we passed through the front line. We told<br />
them we would be delighted to do that.<br />
What we didn’t tell them was the American<br />
soldiers would be in intelligence and very<br />
interested in that type of literature. We<br />
“loaded up” on several copies of each type<br />
of literature they had, until our pockets<br />
were full.<br />
The evening meal turned out to be our<br />
last meal with the Chinese army and it also<br />
is very memorable. Instead of rice, they<br />
took the cooked rice, pounded it flat into a<br />
dough and fried it like a pancake. It was<br />
very different, had a good .taste and, of<br />
course, much appreciated.<br />
Shortly before dark we said goodbye to<br />
the group of Chinese and departed. As we<br />
were leaving, they gave us three or four of<br />
the “ricejacks” to carry with us. The house<br />
was a short distance from the road, with a<br />
trail leading along a small stream. As we<br />
were walking down the trail, the Chinese<br />
soldiers were calling their “good~byes” to<br />
us. We would turn and answer them, wave,<br />
and continue walking. This continued until<br />
we could no longer see each other.<br />
The night of March 11 turned out to be<br />
the most nerve-wracking night of the whole<br />
trip. The first 5 or 6 hours were a repeat of<br />
the preceding three nights-~walk 50 minutes,<br />
rest 10 minutes, visit with Chinese<br />
soldiers who were also taking a break,<br />
being stopped, showing our pass and<br />
answering, then allowed to proceed.<br />
Shortly before reaching Hongchon, the last<br />
of the Chinese forces, who were moving<br />
north, passed us. We found ourselves alone<br />
on the road. We took this to be an indication<br />
we were very close to the front lines. Our<br />
concern then was, how do we keep from<br />
being shot by our own troops when we<br />
reach the front lines?<br />
When we reached Hongchon we found<br />
it “graveyard quiet.” We passed through<br />
Hongchon, but took the wrong road. We<br />
intended to take the road from Hongchon to<br />
Hoengsong, but mistakenly took the road<br />
leading to the southwest towards Seoul.<br />
Shortly after passing the edge of town, at<br />
approximately 1 a.m., we heard a voice,<br />
speaking English, saying, “Halt, you are<br />
surrounded. Put up your hands”. We<br />
stopped and very shortly we were indeed<br />
surrounded. We were again ordered to put<br />
up our hands, which we did. When the<br />
English speaking Chinese made himself<br />
known, we told him of our Safe Conduct<br />
Pass, where we had been, and the instructions<br />
we had to go to an American hospital.<br />
I asked him to let me show him the pass,<br />
which he allowed. He read it through, gave<br />
it back to me, and said we would go with<br />
them. We objected, but found ourselves<br />
facing rifles and we then started back north,<br />
two very dismayed individuals. We were<br />
taken into Hongchon, where there was a<br />
large, open area with a large building on<br />
one side. We were told to sit against the<br />
building, which we did. We were separated<br />
from the Chinese by 40 or 50 feet and could<br />
talk in whispers. We decided this was the<br />
rear guard of the units we had seen moving<br />
north the previous three nights. We were<br />
much concerned as to what would happen<br />
to us.<br />
WHERE HAVE ALL THE HEROES GONE<br />
See that veteran sitting next to you<br />
He is a hero and so are you<br />
See the Airforce streaking<br />
Across the sky those are heroes<br />
Some will fall and some will die<br />
See the Navy in waters deep and blue<br />
They have heroes for a crew<br />
See the Infantry charging up that hill<br />
Many heroes lie their still<br />
See that medic fighting to save a GI<br />
Both are heroes both will die<br />
See the Marines invading that beach<br />
Heroism is within their reach<br />
See those white crosses standing at<br />
Attention all in a row<br />
Those are heroes lying below<br />
And when God calls on you<br />
for a white cross to bear<br />
you will be a hero resting there<br />
Where have all the heroes gone<br />
By Herb Verrill<br />
<strong>Sep</strong>tember - <strong>Oct</strong>ober <strong>2005</strong><br />
The Graybeards