JMJ

Friday, July 9, 2010

MASH Hospital Nov 51`

Dear readers,,this is the story that is hard to write,,but its the truth,,One second pull the trigger,,a whole different story//phillip
                                                                           JMJ
Kumwah,North Korea
"L" Co. 5th RCT 24th Div.
S/sgt Ret...Nov 1951
                                                                     MASH Hospital
 When was it exactly somewhere in November,,We were off the hill. A small tent had been put up the side of the hill.Our platoon had been told to go in the tent probably to get some information from our platoon officer. I went in the opening and found a place to sit on the ground.There were many small rocks on the ground where we were sitting,Then a black soldier came in by the doorway to the tent.He picked up rocks and started to throw them at us.After awhile I thought I am getting out of here before I get hurt,I got up and started for the doorway.As I approached the Black man.Thats the last thing I remmeber.I woke up on a stretcher at the bottom of a hill,A medic said I am going to give you morphine and I worried about that,My face felt funny and it hurt,Then I was in an ambulance that took me to a Mash hospital,They put me on an operating table right away,It was obvious what the Black man had done.The Doctor apologized that all he had was a small 60 watt bulb above my head to operate on.The black man had crushed my nose..I was put in a tent with many wounded soldiers at the end near another tent,I found out by listening that that tent was for autopsies and they would find out what Chinese soldiers had been eating,,,(One of the use of that tent)
The medic in charge of me would tell me pull down my pajama,,he would slap my butt and give me a shot,
The slap helped.When I was able to get up I went outside and ate getting in line with other soldiers.Then the day to leave.I said how do I get back to the front lines.He said get out on the road and he pointed North.I got a ride on a truck and there was my company at the bottom of the hill.The day I arrived a truck was pulling a 105 Howzter cannon over the hill.The cannon flipped and some Korean soldiers went with it.From the top of the hill to where I was standing the bodies of Korean soldiers hit by the cannon as it rolled over lined the hill. Then we went on the front lines.I got to the top of the hill and crossing the ridge line,There was that black psalter took my M1 Rifle and loaded it,I took aim at him./He was not that far away in a fox hole.
To fire or not to fire at him,,Of course I did not,,,It took many years and surgery to forgive him.Years later in France surgery but it never got my nose correct........,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Phillip Meyer S/sgt Ret....