JMJ

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Last days Korea

Dear Readers..now its one of those what did I not write..but now I will be writing what i have never wrote before in my narratives
So I HOPE it will be interesting.........................Phillip Meyer S/sgt...I will be writing about Christmas 51 when I get in the garage..
                                                                            JMJ
Ok Bung Village,South Korea
"L" Co 5th Rct 24th Division
Phillip Meyer S/sgt Ret
                                                                     Ok Bung Village
 This is the last place I stayed in Korea. I remember double timing on the road to the village the road very muddy.On the left an officer demonstrating how to fire a 2,3 rocket luncher he fired at an empty 50 gallon drum and hit it, Some soldiers complainer as my boot went down in the mud I was splashing some on them..
In back of our little hut was a large barb wire fence to keep the people from the village from getting in our area,A boy came to the fence looking for food.I had eaten my meal but I went back for seconds and gave him my mess kit telling him just clean it when he was finished.,He was happy but I was told not to do that again. The radio I brought back from Japan was used very little because I was assigned to an out post at the end of the road.There was a tent on the other side of a stream,We walked over a log to get to the tent.As time went on we pulled patrols on the hills near the tent.We would walk down the road to buy a "toddy" a small chocolate drink from the PX..a very small one..One day I was on guard in the tent,the rifle between my legs.In front of me an Army radio.I turned it on and went around the dial and I found "Armed forces radio Japan"The announcer said.."And now for a song from a new comer on the scene" Nat King Cole" who was Nat King Cole??and they played "They try to tell us were to young"In the mean time soldiers were getting drunk in the village and as they cross the log ice formed on it at night and they would slip off,,..back at the compound it was announced that Lt.James Lee our company commander was leaving.It was late at night but I remember soldiers crying
high and low rank..It was a sad night.Then one day I was told to guard a deserter (American).I put my bayonet in my M! Rifle and stood by him/If he escaped I would get his punishment so I was ready to shoot him.....One day I was on a long patrol and as we came down the hill to our camp there was a tiny shack
(for the radio man) I open the door and said."Has my name come in for rotation back to the states..(The new company commander wanted me to stay but I said no and he was not happy)The radioman said wait and the morse code continue.he said your name just came over the morse code.So I packed with items I had bought in the village,I had received one more letter from the medic I met on a train going to training..We got in a 3/4 ton truck and headed towards the train station.On top a hill we got a flat,,The driver could not find a jack to lift it,So we all got out of the truck found a log and we lifted the truck to change the tire.So we got to the train station and went to Puson then to Koje do Island where the Prisoners of war were kept As I walk by the compounds I came to an opening saw Lt.Lee He was sitting on a box.Ill never for get how he looked a 21 old man who looked 40,,,he was very tired,,Paper work finished to Puson and on a ship.My last memory we passed a Hospital ship there on the stern was a soldier from our company who had gotten wounded.,,,So two weeks later we were in Seattle Washington. As the bus drove us to a mess hall people line the streets.Then we went to a Mess hall for a delicious steak dinner..........Phillip Meyer S/sgt Ret.