tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47408403986463085922024-03-13T03:56:54.774-07:00The Battle of Turkey ThicketChristopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-40044829704739862582020-01-11T07:55:00.000-08:002020-01-11T07:58:17.417-08:00The Last Word<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I first encountered Philip Hughes in 1995. Or to be exact, I encountered his name on a small memorial plaque in a Catholic church in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. A reader would note that Philip was “Killed in Korea” in 1950 at the age of eighteen. All other context about this boy and his story was lacking. I figured that he must have experienced Rehoboth’s sun and surf, maybe 40 years before I did. Whatever story this kid had to tell was virtually lost to oblivion, reduced now to an obscure little plaque bolted to a wall. </div>
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Inspired by pathos of it all, I would spend over twenty years pursuing this boy’s identity and eventual fate. Philip, I learned, was from my hometown, Washington, D.C. He was an orphan, nurtured by a Catholic community. But he was also a runaway and ultimately, a teenage soldier. Philip would become one of the first and youngest of the U.S. Army troops committed to the Korean War. My years of intermittent research yielded Philip’s story, presented in a book entitled “<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Battle-Turkey-Thicket-Journeys-Washington/dp/0999098322" target="_blank">The Battle of Turkey Thicket</a>,” published in 2018. </div>
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This blog was intended to complement and thus promote the book. Even after all those years of research, new factoids arise that would have been included in the book had they been available prior to publication. The passage of time ensures that there’s only so much to know about Philip himself. Inexorably, the blog’s focus increasingly spotlights the gritty details of the post-World War II U.S. military occupation of Japan and the Korean War’s chaotic summer of 1950. The shift in focus left Philip’s memory to once again teeter on the verge of oblivion. </div>
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The study of war does nothing for Philip, whose remains have rested in Arlington National Cemetery since February 1952. It can also be a drain on the author. One can study war but so much before it begins to rob the soul. For that reason, and after a period of reflection, I’ve decided that it’s time to stop adding to the blog. The content will remain as long as Google allows it to do so.</div>
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It is wholly appropriate, then, to give Philip the last word in this forum. Fortunately, history provides excerpts from his last letter home, written on the battlefield on August 29, 1950. Having survived ten weeks of combat, Philip opted not to complain; rather, he asked his adoptive mother to issue prayers of intercession for the many friends he lost at Taejon, Kochang, and the Pusan Perimeter. That Philip took this approach reveals a selfless character and enduring faith born of deep reflection. For the record, these are Philip’s enduring words:</div>
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As the inscrutable current of time carries me forward through life, I have learned to take inspiration and solace from Philip’s demonstration of faith. As you read this, I hope that the same words resonate with you. If so, please join me in ensuring that Philip’s legacy lives on, embodied in prayer to the Holy Spirit embodied in us all.</div>
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Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-46043405224165479252020-01-05T10:02:00.001-08:002020-01-05T10:06:04.015-08:00Life and Death<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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27 July 1950. As war engulfed the Korean peninsula, life nevertheless carried on for beleagured citizens. People have to eat, right? Here, a man employs an ingenious water pump to irrigate a rice paddy. His identity, fate, and politics are unknown.Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-45033960421835008782019-12-21T19:38:00.000-08:002019-12-21T19:40:51.421-08:00Christmas Chow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Christmas 1952. Forward air base of the First Marine Air Wing, Korea. The war in Korea orphaned an awful lot of children. The Americans helped these kids when they could, if only to share food and provisions. Here, Marine Corporals Benton Cook, Jr. of Chicago and Mariano Angotti of Des Plaines, Illinois break bread with one of those orphans. She seems to approve of the Marines' chow.Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-69601096156330300232019-12-14T09:39:00.001-08:002019-12-14T09:39:47.247-08:00The Selfless Trek of Dowell B. Hudson<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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July 26, 1951. This is 1LT Dowell B. Hudson of Abbeville, Louisiana. He was age 27 at the time of this picture. LT Hudson, a member of C Company, 38th Infanry Regiment, was already a veteran of World War II, having enlisted in January 1943. He is seen resting here in Korea during his trek from Hill 1171 to a medical aid station in the rear. By this point, Hudson had already walked for six hours with a leg wound. Accepting only the help of a crude walking stick, Hudson refused a stretcher because "others need it worse than I." This injury would incapacitate him until September 3, 1951. He returned to combat only to be wounded again on October 13. He would be hospitalized in Japan again until November 24. He celebrated his 28th birthday during that second convelescence.</div>
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Dowell Hudson survived Korea. He finished his Army career as a Lietenant Colonel. He retired to Abbeville, Lousiana, where he attended St. Theresa Catholic Church. He died in 2006 and was buried at St. Paul Cemetery. His wife Irene was interred beside him in 2011. </div>
Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-59568361809269504992019-12-08T06:41:00.000-08:002019-12-10T03:49:25.367-08:00Will YOU Remember Don Webb?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i>The following was distilled from the 2004 memoir of <a href="http://www.koreanwar-educator.org/memoirs/christiansen_jim/index.htm" target="_blank">James Henry Christiansen</a>, as presented on koreanwar.org. The source material is a frank, candid, and extremely well-written reflection of a young American man's life before, during, and after the Korean War.</i></div>
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Don Webb and Jim Christiansen were best friends from Atlanta, Georgia. The two boys, both tall and lanky, bore a strong resemblence to each other. They would often take advantage of this fact to cause mischief. Don was amiable, friendly, and outgoing. He played tennis and trombone. His girlfriend was the granddaughter of baseball player Rogers Hornsby.</div>
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Don and Jim exited high school in 1948. A quick survey of their employment prospects convinced them that military service was the best option. Don expressed initial interest in the navy, but ended up joining the army per Jim's insistance.</div>
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The boys joined a cohort of enlistees who embarked from Atlanta to Fort Jackson, South Carolina for basic training. Vocational training followed. Don and Jim opted for radio school at Camp Gordon. There, they learned to type, to send and transmit via Morse Code, and to operate SCR-399 radio. This massive, truck-bound appliance was powered by a 10kW generator towed on a trailer behind it. Radio school training was self-paced; you graduated when you mastered it. Jim Christiansen finished the curriculum in six months. He would part ways with Don Webb, who required another eleven weeks of training before finally attaining the military operations specialty (MOS) code 5740, "radio operator, intermediate speed." Jim would later surmise that those ten weeks cost Don Webb his life.</div>
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Jim Christiansen as assigned to a signal battalion in Japan. He arrived in the late summer of 1949, when the U.S. Army's post-war occupation was in full swing. Don Webb would later arrive in Japan to an assignment with the 16th Recon Company of the 1st Cavalry Division. While Jim and Don failed to meet up in Japan, they kept track of each other's whereabouts. Each boy - they were 19 years old - developed his own circle of friends, including civilian female companionship. </div>
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Then came June 25, 1950 and a brand new war in Korea. The U.S. Army's haphazard and piecemeal deployment placed Don in Korea in July, more than a month before Jim Christiansen's arrival. The exigencies of combat in 1950 forced many rear eschelon troops - including radiomen like Don Webb - to pick up a rifle and function as infantrymen. </div>
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On September 7, 1950, Jim wrangled a pass from his post to visit Don. Jim hitched a ride on a chow truck to Don's position on the Naktong River. This was the front line; North Koreans were on the opposite river bank. All the fighting took place at night. Jim was there long enough to learn first hand from Don and his colleagues that the war was not going well for the Americans. But Don was committed to his job; he was getting paid to fight. Jim's brief visit ended when he departed with the chow truck upon its return to the rear. He vowed to return again three days later, on the 10th.</div>
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Frederick Chorney served alongside Don Webb. In his own recollection posted in 2009, Mr. Chorney recalled his friend Don. On September 10, they were part of a movement to take a hill. Advancing under fire, Don and Fred took momentary refuge behind a rock. They paused long enough to simply look at each other while each caught his breath. Don was the first to move on to continue the climb. That was the last that Fred Chorney saw of him.</div>
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Jim Christiansen returned to Don's unit as promised on September 10. The men dodged Jim's queries as to Don's whereabouts. No one wanted to tell Jim that his friend was killed in action only a few hours before. Over the decades that followed, Jim had recurring dreams of running into Don to find out that he wasn't killed after all. Over time, as Jim aged to 30, 40, 50 years and more, the Don Webb encountered in his dreams was still a teenager. </div>
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Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-10477620190895344612019-11-29T11:16:00.000-08:002020-02-21T12:30:48.378-08:00Harold Hillery: Last of the Lucky Men<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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July 20, 1950. Taejon, Korea. The city in which the U.S. Army's 24th Infantry Division made its headquarters on this day was becoming systematically overrun by North Korean Forces. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/0999098322" target="_blank">PVT Philip Hughes</a> was fully occupied with his part in the combat withdrawal of the 34th Infantry Regiment from its defensive position north of Taejon. In the city, however, the headquarters was still staffed by men operating with little sleep and poor lines of communication with its field units. As the day progressed, these men would prepare to abandon their post under the command of <a href="https://turkeythicket.blogspot.com/2019/11/general-william-f-dean-hero-of-taejon.html" target="_blank">Major General William F. Dean</a>. </div>
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Attached to Dean's headquarters was 28-year-old U.S. Air Force LT Harold A. "Tank" Hillery of the 35th Fighter Interceptor Wing. Rasied in Harlem by a widowed mother, Hillery enlisted in September 1942. He lucked his way into pilot training with the famed "Tuskegee Airmen" of World War II. Like so many other officers, Hillery was now fighting his second war in Korea. He did not suspect on that day that he would become a historical footnote.</div>
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As with other U.S. military units in Japan, the 35th FIW was rapidly mobilized for wartime activity. Harold Hillery was based with this unit at Yokota Air base on Honshu. Like so many other officers, Hillery brought his family with him to on-base housing in Japan. In the newly-integrated U.S. Air Force, Harold, his wife Ginny, and two kids would cautiously navigate the social millieu as his squadron's only African-American family. The advent of war imposed new hardships as the 35th FIW would relocate its base of combat operations to Korea. Its forward base at Po'hang offered rough accomodations, but greatly reduced the time-in-transit to the war zone. </div>
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In many ways, Dean was the right man for the task of commanding the first American Army unit to enter combat since 1945. After compiling an admirable record as a division commander during World War II, Dean was appointed to the Far East where he played a pivotal role as military governor of South Korea immediately subsequent to Japanese occupation. He had overseen the 24th Division since October 1949. He had combat experience, he was familiar with the country, and his headquarters in Japan were closest to the Korean peninsula.</div>
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Tall, lean and athletic, the 50-year-old son of an Illinois dentist eschewed the pomp and circumstance of high rank. Despite having the privilege of using staff cars, Dean was more inclined to walk to his appointments whenever possible. Aides said he was “his own best shoe-shiner.”</div>
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History will recall the defense of Taejon as one of the U.S. Army's most humiliating defeats. Many observers have faulted General Dean for his role in this defeat, but no one can accuse him of shirking his duty. With his acuity already diminished by days of insufficient sleep, General Dean at one point picked up a bazooka and joined a gang of enlisted men to hunt enemy tanks in the narrow streets of Taejon. After his forces were scattered and diminished that fateful day, Dean was became one of the few Americans who escaped the city on foot, seeking refuge in the hills. Separated from his men, Dean roamed the countryside for 36 days before he was eventually captured. He would remain in the hands of the North Koreans for the duration of the war. He was welcomed to New York City in October 1953 with a ticker tape parade.</div>
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Of his 1950 wartime experience, Dean said "There were heros in Korea, but I was not one of them."</div>
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PVT Duane E. Wilson was the third of nine kids born to Edward Wilson, a carpenter, and his wife Nellie. Born in Mt. Vernon, Illinois in 1928, Duane enlisted in the army in 1946. By 1949, Duane was in Japan with the 25th Infantry Division's 65th Combat Engineering Battalion.</div>
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Duane apparently had difficulty adjusting to army life, even in the comfortable billets of occupied Japan. He drifted through a series of duty assignments without finding one at which he could excel. Duane committed a number of minor infractions along the way. His record compelled a commanding officer to consider a discharge from the service.</div>
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Sergeant Major Poon Tom decided to intervene. It was February 1950. Tom, born in China but raised in San Francisco, called Duane into his office at battalion headquarters. Tom found that this six-foot-tall, mild mannered kid did not want to part ways with the army. Duane continued to bounce from one duty to the next. He became a driver for the bridge-building platoon. Tom, keeping a watchful eye, asked Duane how he was doing. Duane responded positively. More importantly, Tom got no negative reports from the bridge platoon. Then Duane got a clerk assignment in the Headquarters Service Company. Duane's company clerk role allowed him to see Tom regularly as Duane delivered morning reports and daily dispositions sheets up to battalion HQ. Tom noted that Duane seemed happy and satisfied with his job.</div>
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Then came the Korean War. The 65th CEB was shipped to the war zone along with the 25th ID. Combat deployments reduce the volume of paperwork, so Duane was reassigned to a position serving as the Colonel's orderly. Duane became disenchanted with this task, and requested a transfer to a line company.</div>
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Like so many other U.S. Army infantry units in Korea in 1950, the 25th ID was understrength. By August, this unit struggled to hold its share of the Pusan Perimeter from North Korean encroachment. At its darkest moments, the division had to call up its rear echelon men - including its combat engineers - to join the ranks of rifle companies. </div>
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On September 12, men from the 65th CEB supported a two-platoon attack formation attempting to take a hill near Saga. A North Korean machinegun nest raked the flank of the formation. PVT Duane Wilson was hit multiple times just below the chest. He died instantly.</div>
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The next day, M/SGT Poon Tom wrote a letter to the company file that outlined Duane's experience with the 65th CEB. Many years later, Tom's son Michael came across a copy of that letter in his father's estate documents. This blog post draws directly from the document that Michael Tom found and shared on koreanwar.org. </div>
Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-67867994829158200032019-11-08T03:41:00.001-08:002020-07-17T17:12:16.316-07:00Howard Odell's Last Dogfight<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Wednesday, July 19, 1950, northern outskirts of Taejon, Korea. U.S. Army <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Battle-Turkey-Thicket-Journeys-Washington/dp/0999098322/" target="_blank">PVT Philip Hughes</a>'s 34th Infantry Regiment dug in on the slope overlooking the Kapch'on River. Hot but clear weather had prevailed for days. This allowed the small but stealthy North Korean Peoples Air Force to take to the skies.</div>
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American military forces were only three weeks into their commitment to the conflict in Korea. Caught off-guard by the "wrong war at the wrong time in the wrong place," the U.S. Air Force was particularly beset by shortages and mismatches of assets. The Air Force could at least draw upon a deep cadre of pilots with World War II combat experience.</div>
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Captain Howard E. Odell was such a pilot. The 30-year-old from Poughkeepsie, New York was a veteran of air combat over China, where he flew a P-40 Warhawk with the 23rd Fighter Group. After returning home, he maintained a reserve commission until rejoining regular service in the late 1940s. The Air Force trained him to transition to the new jet fighters just entering service. Capt. Odell was then billeted in Japan with the 8th Fighter Group's 36th Fighter-Bomber Squadron, which was still adjusting to its new mount, the F-80C Shooting Star.</div>
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The USAF's sudden commitment to the war in Korea posed immediate challenges. Like all the early jets, the F-80 was a fuel guzzler. There were no suitable airstrips in Korea during the early weeks of the war, so the F-80s had to operate from bases in Japan. Pilots had to traverse the Sea of Japan before entering the combat zone; this left precious little fuel - and time - to enjoin the fight. This was Odell's situation on July 19, 1950, when he participated in a flight of four F-80s performing combat air patrol over Taejon. Fate placed an equal number of Russian-built North Korean Yak-9U fighters in the same skies that day.</div>
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Philip Hughes and the other ground troops had a front line seat for the aerial battle that ensued. The USAF F-80s had an advantage in speed, but the propeller-driven Yaks had superior turning abilities. In addition, the Yak's cannon armament was more lethal than the F-80s' .50 caliber machine guns. Pilot skill would be the wildcard in this match up.</div>
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The swirling dogfight was quick, but lethal. History records the USAF as the victors, as the four Yaks were blasted out of the sky. But the victory was not without cost. We'll never know the details, but at some point during the fight, a Yak pilot found Howard Odell's F-80 in his gunsight. It took only a couple of hits by the Yak's 20 mm ShVAK cannon to disable his target. Odell fought the crippled aircraft's controls, attempting to take it down for an emergency landing on Taejon's dusty little air strip. The damage proved to be too much; Odell went down with his aircraft about a mile west of the airstrip, behind enemy lines.</div>
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Capt. Howard E. Odell's remains were never recovered. He is recorded as missing-in-action to this day. </div>
Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-69072348036164931232019-11-06T18:22:00.002-08:002019-11-06T18:22:56.693-08:00Rice Paddies in Korea<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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When the Korean War soldier was not scaling hills, he often found himself slogging through rice paddies. These water-logged flats of land were cultivated by famers assisted by ox-driven plows. To maximize crop yields, the farmer employed "night soil," that is, human excrement that was dutifully collected and distributed by the bucket-full. American troops had no choice but to traverse the malodorous muck which often sucked the boots off their feet. If subjected to enemy fire, troops had no alternative but to drop to the ground and lie prone until the threat was lifted.<br />
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Disease caused more American casualties than did combat. Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-19685344378450450402019-10-26T09:29:00.002-07:002019-10-26T09:38:42.310-07:00Don Schmincke: Korean War POW<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Don Schmincke joined the U.S. Army right out of high school. He grew up in a working class neighborhood on Baltimore's Federal Hill, just a few blocks form the docks of the inner harbor. After basic training at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, Don reported to a billet with the 19th Infantry Regiment in December 1948. That posting, at Camp Chuckamunga on Japan's Kyushu Island, gave him about 18 months to enjoy low-risk occupation duty. His paycheck easily afforded him a number of luxuries in nearby Beppu. The advent of the Korean War changed all of that.<br />
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Within days of the North Korean invasion, U.S. Eighth Army headquarters in Yokohama began committing troops to the defense of South Korea in piecemeal fashion. Because the scale of the North Korean threat was vastly underestimated, the first Army units committed to the war were woefully underprepared. Within days of his arrival in Korea, Don Schmincke, a rifleman, dug in on the banks of the Kum River on July 13, 1950 with the rest of the 19th. Their mission was to defend the northern approaches to the city of Taejon from North Korean encroachment. Because they were deployed too thinly, the 19th was quickly overrun. A few men escaped on foot over hills; many more were killed or captured. Among those captured was PFC Don Schmincke.</div>
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Don's family knew only that he was missing in action as of late September 1950. They would not receive notice that he was alive and in captivity until December 1951. When interviewed then by the Baltimore Sun, his mother exclaimed, "I'm the happiest woman in Baltimore today, and <i>I thank God in heaven</i> for taking care of my boy (emphasis mine)."</div>
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I'll spare you the details here of the prison camp experience, but if you wish, you can see and hear then-Corporal Schmincke describe it in his own words to reporter Bill Downs in a 1953 video clip now on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4el87xzdwj8&t=346s" target="_blank">YouTube</a>. (Warning: the opening segment of this clip is not pleasant; jump to 4:08 to see Don's interview at Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington, DC, shortly after his repatriation). </div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cho No, an Korean Orphan, beams at the proposition of receiving an apple from Capt. Ray A. Gusti of Mark, Illinois. In return for the treat, Cho must agree to a bath. Capt Gusti was a medical officer at a forward U.S. Army Clearing Company. Eight-year-old Cho would later be evacuated on a 315th Air Division combat cargo aircraft to South Korea where he would be placed in an orphan's home.</span><b></b></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><b></b><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span><br />Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-76142621912461684752019-10-11T16:38:00.001-07:002019-10-11T16:38:16.163-07:00Fourteen Weeks of Basic Training<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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1950. Fort Riley, Kansas. This platoon of of Army recruits has just completed 14 weeks of basic training. With the conclusion of basic came three weeks of home leave, then off they went to their respective billet assignments. A few of these young men might have been lucky enough to draw assignments in the continental U.S. or perhaps in Germany. Many would proceed to the far east, where they would participate in the hastily assembled defense of South Korea. There, most of them would trade their spiffy garrison caps and Ike jackets for helmets, dungarees, and an M1 rifle. The individual identities and fates of these men are unknown.Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-4103224344681215182019-10-04T19:05:00.000-07:002019-10-04T19:05:00.748-07:00T-34: Chariot of Fire<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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20 September 1950 near Waegewan, Korea. Men of the U.S. Army's 5th Cavalry Regiment inspect a disabled North Korean T-34 tank. Manufactured in massive numbers in the Soviet Union, T-34 tanks were fast, heavily armored, and lethal. The American troops who initially opposed T-34s during the first weeks of the Korean War were terrifyingly unprepared to combat it.Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-58337534361054059712019-09-29T18:07:00.003-07:002019-09-29T18:12:02.117-07:00The Gift of a Lifetime<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Philip and his younger brother Frank had been adopted by Wilhelmina. She indended for both boys to become priests. Neither boy wished to comply. Philip's resistance precipitated his Army enlistment. His death forced her to reconsider her motherly role. She essentially diverted Philip's life insurance proceeds so that they accrued to Frank's benefit. In short, she was making amends for the family dysfunctions of her own making. This story is shared in <a href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=the+battle+of+turkey+thicket&ref=nb_sb_noss" target="_blank">The Battle of Turkey Thicket</a>. </div>
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Ten thousand dollars went a long way in the early 1950s. Wilhelmina saw to it that Frank received a car upon his high school graduation. She encouraged Frank to travel the country on his own - in effect, allowing him to "find" himself. Frank would criss-cross the U.S. for two years, wearing out two cars while covering all 48 states. He made connections that jump-started his academic career, and his ensuing pursuits as an executive. It all began with the payout of Philip's life insurance policy. </div>
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Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-47482487279347337622019-09-20T16:19:00.002-07:002019-09-20T16:19:42.120-07:00St Francis Xavier's Triumphant Return <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Carl Mydans</td></tr>
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May 1949. Nagasaki, Japan. The Vatican ensured that a venerated relic - the right forearm of St. Francis Xavier - would be present for a mass celebrating the 400th anniversary of Xavier's arrival in Japan. Francis Xavier, born in Spain in 1506, was a priest whose vocation led him to evangelize across the far east, including Portuguese Goa, India, Indonesia, and Japan. Communities of converts - the legacy of Xavier's work - exist to this day in these countries.<br />
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The relic employed in the 1949 Mass in Nagasaki was Xavier's mumified arm. This was the arm he used to conduct blessings and baptisms. Some 60 years after his death, church leaders detached his arm for preservation among other saintly relics archived by the Vatican.<br />
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Fast forward to 1949. Most of us know Nagasaki, Japan for its fate in 1945 at the dawn of atomic warfare. But were it not for that event, Nagasaki may have been noted primarily as a bastion of Catholic faith in an otherwise Buddist society. That the Vatican would take extraordinary measures to transport a venerated relic to the other side of the world demostrates calculated reflection. On one hand, Nagasaki remained largely devastated by the atomic blast of 1945; people were still dying (slowly) from radiation poisoning. But the 400th anniversary of Xavier's missionary work loomed, thus opening a potential gesture for reconciliation.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">May 1949. The St. Francis Xavier relic is physically present for Mass conducted in the ruins of a Nagasaki cathedral. </td></tr>
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Along with Life Magazine's Carl Mydans, the Mass attracted a fair number of curious American military personnel from their occupation billets. Among them was U.S. Arny <a href="http://turkeythicket.blogspot.com/2018/06/lacy-c-barnett-historys-witness.html" target="_blank">CPL Lacy Barnett</a> of Alabama.<br />
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Not present was <a href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=the+battle+of+turkey+thicket&ref=nb_sb_noss" target="_blank">PVT Philip Hughes</a>, who at the time was only 16 and had yet to join the Army. He would not step foot on Japanese shores until May 1950, too late to witness the ceremony in Nagasaki. But he did pass through the city on the way to his billet in Sasebo. Philip - once an orphan and unsuccessfully groomed by his adoptive parents to be a priest - witnessed in Nagasaki only the devastation of man's propensity for war. He missed the modest attempt at reconciliation offered in Japan by the Catholic Mass on St. Francis Xavier's anniversary. He missed seeing the sinewy relic of Xavier's arm - withered much like the human remains of victims from the atomic blast. Philip, however, would not be spared the sights attributable to his role as a combatant in the early weeks of the Korean War. It was there that Philip found his mortal destiny. Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-48560474097996148392019-09-13T16:22:00.002-07:002019-09-14T03:40:28.729-07:00Date Night in Japan<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Joseph Jowell from the Doug Price Collection</td></tr>
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Sasebo, Japan, 1953 or 54. I share this image because its time and place largely coincide with the atmosphere encountered by <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Battle-Turkey-Thicket-Journeys-Washington/dp/0999098322" target="_blank">PVT Philip Hughes</a> in May-June 1950 during his brief billet in Sasebo, Japan, immediately prior to the Korean War. The U.S. occupation facilitated large scale interaction of American servicemen with Japanese civilians.<br />
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The humanity captured in a photograph sometimes speaks volumes.<br />
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The young man depicted here, dressed appropriately for off-duty leisure, relaxes with a local companion. He was born during the great depression. Odds are that he was not from a wealthy home. He grew up at a time when Americans were quite clannish, preferring to settle in communities with people of kindred ethnicity or nationality. Yet here he is (caught?) with a Japanese companion, enjoying a smoke while reclining on a tatami mat. Does his facial expression betray some embarrasment?<br />
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His companion looks like she could be a bit older. The young woman is on the front line of Japan's economic reconstruction, testing cultural boundaries with this <i>gai-jin</i> (western foreigner). Their pose suggests intimacy, but the facial expressions are devoid of... joy. Seriousness prevails. Fatigue may be an explanation. The woman's posture as she hovers over companion suggests dominance, or at least a sense of purpose. She is old enough to have survived the horror and deprivations of World War II, up close and personal. It's very likely that her family was irrevocably affected in some way by the war. But that was in her past. Her current agenda is more relevant and enduring.<br />
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Both individuals have compromised their respective cultural boundaries for more expedient needs. This is a scene that was replicated hundred of thousands of times in Japan during the late 1940s and 50s. It is really not fair to draw a one-size-fits-all conclusion for this couple. Their relationship might have been ephemeral... or maybe not.<br />
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Walk through a national cemetery for American servicemen sometime. Read the tombstones. You will see a lot of Japanese spouses resting with their <i>gai-jin</i> husbands. Just sayin'.Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-4941032518799422072019-09-07T03:06:00.000-07:002019-09-07T03:09:26.397-07:00Road-bound Soldiers of the Korean War<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>An excerpt from "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Battle-Turkey-Thicket-Journeys-Washington/dp/0999098322/" target="_blank">The Battle of Turkey Thicket</a>."</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Philip Hughes and his colleagues scrambled aboard the cargo beds of the
regiment’s GMC deuce-and-a-half (2½-ton capacity) trucks. Each truck typically
held ten fully-equipped infantrymen, seated on fold-up benches on either side
of the cargo bed. In a pinch, with the cargo deck’s gate down, one or two more
men could perch on the trailing edge with their legs dangling off the rear. Canvas
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without mufflers, the GMC trucks alternately growled and whined as drivers
shifted up through the gears. Passengers had to shout at one another to be
heard. A convoy of these vehicles was preceded by its own din.</span><br />
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Korean roads remained narrow and maddeningly choked with civilian refugees on
foot. Paved with broken rocks and pulverized by heavy military traffic, the
roads coughed up a fine, calcified powder that coated vehicles and the men in
them. The trip to Kyongsan could require up to half a day’s driving time.</span></div>
Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-77115709918968678392019-08-31T08:10:00.000-07:002019-09-02T16:21:36.124-07:00Happy Birthday, Philip Thomas Hughes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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August 31, 2019. Today is Philip Hughes' eighty-seventh birthday. Or at least that's how old he would be had he lived this long. Philip was killed in Korea when his recon patrol was ambushed on September 12, 1950, not two weeks after his 18th birthday. Philip was one of the first - and one of the youngest - of the American soldiers committed to the Korean War.<br />
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His remains were repatriated and interred in Arlington National Cemetery. A small memorial plaque bearing his name can be found in a Catholic church just a block from the same Delaware beach where he played as a kid.<br />
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Happy birthday, Philip. Peace be with you.Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-20436442201198726662019-08-23T20:07:00.000-07:002019-08-23T20:17:01.321-07:00Korean War Brides<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It seems counterintuitive, but war inexorably fosters hints of love in its wake. Twentieth century America propagated cross-national (and often trans-racial) marital unions in unprecedented numbers as a result of its many military engagements across the globe. Korea alone has by <a href="https://www.riverfronttimes.com/stlouis/the-women-from-korea/Content?oid=3071471" target="_blank">one estimate</a> provided over 100,000 brides for American military personnel since 1945. In most cases, the partners endured the admonitions of family, institutional authorities, and prevailing societal norms. Many of these unions testify to the power of love; in others, it may reveal the lengths to which people go to escape desperate circumstances.<br />
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While the "war bride" phenomenon was not uniquely American, if figures that America - which by 1950 stood above all other nations in terms of strength and stature - should foster so many of these unions. One consequence was a reckoning forced on the nation's collective conscience. After all, the America of 1950 had emerged victorious from a global war with fascism, only to renew the struggle with its own shortcomings, notably the inability to reconcile the promise of <i>freedom</i> with <i>equality</i> among its own populace. It was into this maw of dissonance that Korean War brides attempted to make new homes in the cities, towns, hamlets, and farms of America.<br />
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The choice of marriage was often impulsive, driven by the anxieties that come with being young, lonely, and afraid. American servicemen had to secure a commanding officer's approval to simply apply for a marriage certificate. The paperwork - stacked an inch and a half thick - was intentionally made demanding for the typical enlisted man.<br />
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The volume of Korean brides arriving on American soil posed legal quandries. Anti-miscegenation laws still prevailed in many states. The demand for dispensation in the form of waivers was the beginning of the end of such laws. But by the time they cleared the hurdles of institutional racism, these women were at the mercy of their individual circumstances as they settled into their new homes. Their experiences were mixed; some brides were luckier than others. Divorce, abuse, and abandonment took a tragic toll. But there were many other women who through perseverence and wit became successful not only as home-makers, but also as business and civic leaders. All of them can recount their stories with some mixture of tears and laughter.Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-738968836164540322019-08-16T04:53:00.001-07:002019-08-16T09:06:00.219-07:00Ed "Buster" Morrison: The Homecoming<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wed., August 14, 2019. U.S. Army Honor Guard carries the casket of Edward Marshall "Buster" Morrison to a hearse that will transport him to his final resting place in Ashland, Wisconsin.</td></tr>
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After an almost 70 year wait, Ed "Buster" Morrison came home to Ashland, Wisconsin on August 14, 2019. As a 19-year-old on occupation duty in Japan, Buster was one of the first U.S. soldiers sent to Korea in July 1950. He deployed with the first platoon of Baker Company, First Battalion, 34th Infantry Regiment of the 24th Infantry Division.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Edward Marshall "Buster" Morrison, 1931-1950.</td></tr>
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PVT Morrison was in the same unit as <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Battle-Turkey-Thicket-Journeys-Washington/dp/0999098322/" target="_blank">PVT Philip Hughes</a>. Their <a href="https://turkeythicket.blogspot.com/2019/05/pyongtaek-philips-first-fight.html" target="_blank">first battle</a> - which would also be Buster's last - was at Pyongtaek on July 6. </div>
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Richard C. White, an old Korean War veteran from California, knew Buster. In 1998, Richard left a <a href="https://www.koreanwar.org/html/korean_war_project_remembrance_results_2017.html" target="_blank">brief memoir</a> on koreanwar.org. He recalled a trio of friends from their relatively care-free occupation duty in Japan. "We were always together in Sasebo," Richard wrote about himself, Buster, and Billy Lee Barnett from West Virginia. Barnett and White were among the very few men originally deployed by the 34th Regiment to survive the war. </div>
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We can now update <a href="https://turkeythicket.blogspot.com/2017/08/96-normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x.html" target="_blank">Buster's story</a>. Richard White wrote that Buster was in the foxhole next to him on that hillside east of the road down which North Korean infantry and tanks advanced from Suwon toward Pyongtaek. Buster "died fighting" and "never showed fear." The overmatched 34th IR withdrew from the hill, leaving one dead and losing several to captivity by the North Koreans.</div>
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The Army retook the position in September 1950. Graves registration teams would recover bodies over the following months. Their discoveries included a mass grave, where remains were probably interred by civilians. Many of these remains were comingled and unidentifiable. The unidentified were buried as unknowns in the National Cemetery in Hawaii, known colloquially as the "Punchbowl."</div>
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The Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency has since employed advanced forensic techniques to identify the unknown. And so in April 2018, unknown X-900 was disinterred. On May 31, 2019 - the traditional date for Memorial Day - X-900 was positively identified as PVT Edward Marshall "Buster" Morrison.</div>
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Buster's final interment was set for Saturday, August 17, 2019 at the Mt. Hope Cemetery in Ashland.</div>
Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-49972975959001768122019-08-09T21:16:00.000-07:002019-08-09T21:16:12.449-07:00Foot Soldiering in Korea<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Summer 1950. U.S. Army troops on the move in Korea. Trucks couldn't go every where on the Korean landscape, and they were not always available. All to often, American troops moved toward their objectives on foot.Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-1628576081095572222019-08-03T05:51:00.000-07:002019-08-03T05:53:34.173-07:00Harold "Red" Ayres and His Battalion's Stand at Taejon, Korea, 1950<br />
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<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><i>The following is adapted from the published book,</i> The Battle of Turkey Thicket, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Battle-Turkey-Thicket-Journeys-Washington/dp/0999098322" target="_blank">ISBN-13: 978-0999098325</a></span></div>
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two weeks into its deployment in Korea on July 2, the U.S. Army’s 34th Infantry
Regiment bore the initial brunt of resistance to the North Korean invasion of
South Korea. The 34th’s responsibility was not to defeat the enemy, but to
delay them, buying time for the U.S. Army to deploy additional regiments
arriving from Japan. Like the 34th, the new arrivals were also understrength
and underprepared for combat. U.S. forces sustained a humiliating series of
defeats during its first two weeks in Korea.
Combat losses depleted their ranks. They steadily fell back in a
southerly direction. By July 16, the beleaguered American forces in Korea
consolidated a defense on the outskirts of Taejon, a gritty transportation hub
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<span style="line-height: 107%; text-align: justify;">The </span><span style="text-align: justify;">overall commander of U.S. ground forces in Korea, General William Dean, organized
a line of resistance at the Kum River before the division’s headquarters in the
city of Taejon. Dean had no more than three infantry regiments at his disposal.
One of these regiments was the 34th. Within the 34th were
two battalions. First Battalion had a new commander, installed only hours after
the unit’s arrival in Korea. Thirty-one-year old Lieutenant Colonel Harold
“Red” Ayres was a Louisianan decorated for his service in Italy during World
War II.</span></div>
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defense would make strategic use of the Kum River as a natural barrier. The
river’s course flowed like an inverted horseshoe, from east to west around the
north of the city in a large, curving arc, generally offset some ten to 15
miles from the city. At this time of year, the river’s width varied between
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<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">On
July 16, Red Ayres’s battalion took position on the eastern bank of the Kapch’on
River, a tributary that flowed north into the Kum. Behind it, there were no other
natural barriers of consequence to aid in the defense of Taejon. Ayres’s new
responsibility was directly astride the road that crossed the Kapch’on as it approached
Taejon from Yusong, to the northwest. This road provided the most suitable
access for the NKPA’s dreaded T-34 tanks, the very weapon that the Americans
were least prepared to contain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ayres’s
position was tenuous at best, and the officers under his command were well
aware of this. The battalion’s seven hundred men - half of them were really
teenagers - were already in poor shape. They were too few to resist the
2,500-strong enemy division, plus tanks, that bore down on them. But with the
collapse of the neighboring 19th Regiment, the assignment was to be shouldered
entirely by the 34th.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The
portion of the front assigned to Ayres’s battalion was too large to be
consistently fortified by the number of men available. Accordingly, Ayres positioned
his manpower overlooking the bridge that the NKPA’s tanks were certain to
cross. There is nothing in the Korean War histories to indicate that U.S. Army
engineers attempted to blow up the bridge over the Kapch’on, thus denying North
Korean armor the approach to Taejon through Ayres’s position. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Able
and Charlie Companies formed the battalion’s front line along the river to
Ayres’s left (west) of the bridge crossing. One platoon of Lieutenant Johnsen’s
Baker Company continued the line downstream (north and east) of the bridge. Ayres
placed reinforcements south of the road, on slightly higher ground, behind this
line. These included First Lieutenant Sam Takahara’s headquarters company, to
which the balance of Baker Company was adjacent to the south. Immediately
behind these was Ayres’s battalion command post. Beyond the 34th’s position,
the road to Taejon skirted the city’s airstrip, then proceeded into the city
itself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Depiction of Red Ayres's Battalion deployed in a defensive position on the Kapch'on River, July 20, 1950. </td></tr>
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<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Colonel
Ayres set up his command post immediately behind the first battalion’s line. </span>He had already lost his artillery support when the 63rd Field Artillery Battalion was overrun five days earlier. His infantry would be pitted against an enemy that was not only more numerous, but also reinforced by tanks. Ayres's leadership experience from World War II won him a front-row seat in this
conflict, one that quickly became a humiliating, dirty little scrap on behalf
of a country for which he had no affinity whatsoever. </div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ayres
must have been deeply troubled, but he dared not show it. Doubt is the
contagious nemesis of a combat leader. He was given sacrosanct orders to hold
the line, regardless of his unit’s capacity to comply. Ayres had just seen his
first regimental commander, Jay Lovless, sacked for withdrawing the battalion
too quickly from P’yongt’aek on July 6. Then he found out that Lovless’s
successor, Col. Martin, lasted all of 24 hours before he was killed at Ch’onan
on July 8. The bar had been set for expectations under General Dean’s command. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Red
Ayres had a career to protect. But he was preoccupied with thoughts of fulfilling
his mission while minimizing the inevitable loss of the boys under his command.
His thoughts must have strayed to his wife Elizabeth. Throughout Wednesday,
July 19, he watched enemy forces gather a couple miles in front of him on the
opposite river bank.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740840398646308592.post-82805966170835927842019-07-26T19:15:00.001-07:002019-07-26T19:15:28.051-07:00Combat Prayer Service<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km4CljSaPB4/XTuyouCw46I/AAAAAAAAAoE/6b4B60jxSdMLTPu8MydTzsqLvhBK-8kkwCLcBGAs/s1600/Chaplain.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="755" height="442" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km4CljSaPB4/XTuyouCw46I/AAAAAAAAAoE/6b4B60jxSdMLTPu8MydTzsqLvhBK-8kkwCLcBGAs/s640/Chaplain.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">U.S. Army Photo</td></tr>
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Summer 1950. A U.S. Army chaplain conducts an open-air church service for the benefit of Army soldiers on the front lines of the Korean War. A battle was underway at the same time, as evidenced by smoke in the distance.Christopher Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08270677410273450883noreply@blogger.com0