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All three of the men killed on our raid were WW II vets. I don't think any
of our "retreads" had any doubt they were in a war.
Bob Dove
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Sent: Friday, November 01, 2002 6:10
PM
Subject: RE: coming home
Some
WWII vets gave me a bad time, insisting that Korea was not a real
war.
Gene
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.
---- Original Message -----
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
----- Original Message -----
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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