Re: View from the foxhole.

["ysk" <ysk@kimsoft.com>]

Good note, Bob -

 

Life could be much simpler and much less of a hassle.

 

One of the toughest things for me was relieving my constipation.  Eating and urinating in a foxhole were no problemo but trying to 'go' took some planning and a major event.  I wonder how many guys got shot while 'going'.

 

 

ysk

----- Original Message -----

From: swan

To: KOREAN-WAR-L@raven.cc.ku.edu

Sent: Thursday, September 12, 2002 7:45 AM

Subject: Re: View from the foxhole.

A familiar view from my foxhole was a dusty road, far below. Strung out along this road was a long line of refugees, trudging south. Old men and women, babies, and all ages in between. Most of them carried what they could on their backs, but a few of them were fortunate enough to have two-wheeled carts pulled by oxen. These carts were piled high with their belongings.

 

As I looked over the lip of that foxhole I was a nineteen- year-old boy. All I owned was the pack on my back. My home was the hole I was lying in. Now that I have acquired some possessions, I realize that those people valued the things they carried. And only terrible fear could have driven them away from homes where they probably lived for most of their lives.

 

Bob Dove