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We
were not even supposed to zip up our fart sacks. At Kunu Ri I saw some of our
men retreating by hopping because they could not get out of their bags quick
enough. Saw their bodies the next day. I can not watch a potato sack race
without remembering that scene.
Gene
So we
weren't the only ones that didn't zip our sleeping bags? I don't know if we were
told not to, or just used our common sense. I turned mine over and slept on the
zipper side. I could just sit up and get out of it in a heartbeat. This story is
not for the squeamish but once, before we started leaving them unzipped, I had
diarrhea. One night I felt an urgent call of nature, and the zipper stuck.
By the time I worked my way out of it, I had soiled myself. I had to throw away
one of the few pairs of shorts I had. I think of this when the talk about women
in combat. They should not be exposed to the brutalization of
war.
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