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I arrived home on at 0500 onChristmas Day 1952 after being
overseas from Mar 50. As I sat down on a stoop across from my home a car pulled
up and the driver shouted, "Well if it isn't the peace time soldier'" and
quickly sped away. I was able to identify him and the next night while my Father
and two brothers joined me in a welcoming in one of the local taverns, in walked
the loud mouth. It was time for an "attitlude adjustment". He was arrested
for disturbing the peace by the town Marshall, who by the way was my neighbor.
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Sent: Wednesday, May 01, 2002 6:13
PM
Subject: Re: coming home
We yelled at some G.I.s too. When we were brought back to the rear area
for rest, and saw some replacements wandering around like blind dogs in a meat
market we would shout, "You'll be soooory!"
While I was in Korea, the girl I loved went to England to marry a friend
of mine who had joined the Air Force to keep from getting drafted. And I
introduced him to her while we were in high school!
Bob dove
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Sent: Thursday, October 31, 2002 6:46
PM
Subject: Re: coming home
The ship, Joe P. Martinez pulled into Pier 91 around November
16th, 1951 and off we went to board buses to go to Fort Lewis,
Washington.
Once we were on base, women were lined up on the streets,
as well as some very stupid G.I.'s. The women were holding signs,
saying Welcome Home, Glad you made it back as well signs indicating how much
blood they had donated. It kind of brought tears to my eyes, knowing
how those woman were worried about the kids who went over and were thankful
we got back.
Now the G.I.'s lining the route were yelling that they
took good care of our wives/girl friends while we were in Korea and that
they serviced all the women they could. They bet we were all
rear area soldiers. When that started, nothing was said by us, then those in
the buses started yelling that there was a bunch of empty foxholes waiting
for them or a mattress cover, along with a few choice words.
In
a short time, it got pretty hot and some of the kids who now had become men,
were trying to get out the windows of the bus to get at the jerks on the
route and had to be restrained by Sgt.'s riding with us.
That was my
home coming to the great U.S. of A. Was discharged in Camp Carson and
on Thanksgiving Day, November of 1951, I got off a Constellation at Midway
Airport in Chicago. Was met by my mother and grandmother, then
went home to a Thanksgiving dinner, the likes I had never saw. The
whole family was there and had to eat in shifts as not enough
seats.
But I really think the "killer" was the next day when I was
standing in front of the house in uniform. One of my so called buddies
drove up and yelled out "What the hell you doing in that
uniform? Did you go back into the service?" Seems he never knew
I was gone for over a year.I was hoping he would get drafted soon. And
the great looking blonde I had dated prior to Korea and who wrote those nice
letters, well the guy that took my place was never drafted. We had one
date and she said "good bye."
So much for being welcomed home from
Korea. It is so hard trying to forget what you do not want to
remember.
John Korea 1951
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