WWII vets gave me a bad time, insisting that Korea was not a real
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
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!
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Sent: Thursday, October 31, 2002 6:46
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,
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.
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
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