Showing posts with label Korean War. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Korean War. Show all posts

Sunday, May 25, 2025

MEMORIAL DAY

Watching all the ads for ways to celebrate Memorial Day makes me sad. Some Americans can't seem to take anything at face value anymore. Any day can fall victim to fun and frivolity. 
I'll spend some time Monday in quiet reflection at a spot on our farm where a tree line sits atop a distant rise. I'll think about the man who used to sit there with me. This time of year, the sunlight begins to appear through patches of leaves. We were sitting there once and he said, quite softly, "That always reminds me of seeing those parachutes hanging from trees, sometimes with one of those boys still attached to it."
He is the same man who said of artillery attacks, "You just pray let me live one more second … just one more second."
As I'm writing this, there is distant thunder and I'm reminded of my own experience "in harm's way." I didn't thunder where I was. The rain would just come and stay for days. If you heard rumbling, it was the sound of war, and you could only wonder who was the perpetrator and who was the victim.
On this Memorial Day, let us honor the victims who left home and family to go into situations where they might have to pray, "Just let me live one more second." Many didn't.



Saturday, November 30, 2019

Hubris

Let’s remember that on this day in 1950, units of the 1st Marine Division, the 7th Army Infantry Division, and the 3rd Infantry Division, along with units of the Korean Capital and 3rd divisions were fighting their way out of a trap sprung in temperatures of -30 degrees Fahrenheit near the Chosin Reservoir in North Korea. They were just below the Yalu River, the border between North Korea and Manchuria (China).

Despite significant warnings of a Communist Chinese buildup and infiltration, two American megalomaniacs, Douglas MacArthur and Edward Almond ordered the troops there for reasons of self-aggrandizement. (Almond wanted to urinate in the Yalu as Patton had done at the Rhine. MacArthur was in Tokyo publicizing an American victory for which he would take credit.)

Americans back home were recovering from their Thanksgiving feasts.  American soldiers were watching their comrades die.

The troops had traveled north on tortuous, frozen, paths through mountainous territory with inadequate communications. It would be the closest the world was to World War Three until the Cuban Missile Crisis.

An old friend of mine was an artillery officer (Redleg) in the battle. He wrote of American sentries who, if they stood watch without a fire, would freeze to death during the night. Those who built fires would die from enemy fire.

The discipline and honor of the individual troops and units resulted in the successful evacuation of thousands of allied troops, albeit with high casualties and bitter memories. During the retreat, they had to go back by the same narrow roads, with enemy troops stationed in the high ground above them. In our warm homes, we can’t imagine the carnage.

Let’s think. Do we want another megalomaniac, this one a non-serving draft-dodger, to decide the standards of discipline and honor for our brave men and women in uniform? Can’t we see what unbridled hubris can do to us? As for me, I’ll abide by the honor of those who fought at the Frozen Chosin. Facts matter.

Sources:
The Coldest Winter: America and the Korean War: David Halberstam
On Desperate Ground: The Marines at the Reservoir, the Korean War's Greatest Battle: Hampton Sides
American Heritage: Winter of the Yalu: James H. Dill