I just ate the foulest tasting thing that ever passed my lips. Disguised as real food inside a C-ration can was Corned Beef Hash. I tried to neutralize it with jelly on top of a C-ration cracker, but the accompanying iodized water from the Lister bag was too strong an opponent for my digestive system. I barfed.<\/em><\/p>\n I haven\u2019t had a shower since we landed in Japan a month ago. I\u2019d take a picture, but my camera rusted from the dampness in my bunker.<\/em><\/p>\n No more good news, so I\u2019ll sign off.<\/em><\/p>\n Love, Dann<\/em>y<\/p>\n That took about ten minutes. What next? Charley passed by.<\/p>\n \u201cHey Charley. As our volunteer point man, don\u2019t you ever get scared?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cScared? Scared of what Reilly?\u201d (He called me Reilly, the Jewish New Yorker).<\/p>\n \u201cJust knowing that there is someone out there trying to kill or cripple you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThose Chinks haven\u2019t hit me yet.\u201d<\/p>\n What\u2019s the use<\/i> of talking to him?<\/i><\/p>\n A day had passed. It was Thursday. Why did I want Friday night be tonight? Twenty-four more hours to grind out. The anxiety unnerved me. Let\u2019s get done with it, and wait for the next outing.<\/p>\n Another day of anguish. Oh! A perfumed letter from Elaine. The same old bullshit.<\/p>\n \u201cTake care of yourself.\u201d \u00a0\u201cI miss you.\u201d \u00a0\u201cIt\u2019s getting hot now.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Crap. I didn\u2019t miss her. If she thinks it\u2019s hot there, try wearing month old underwear in this heat, and using an entrenching tool for your toilet.<\/p>\n Friday night. Charley was the point man, and I was the runner. The chaplain sent us off with a wave and a prayer. We pulled our jon boats across the river. After a mile, Charley said there was a heavy smell of garlic in the air. We were caught in an ambush. \u00a0Our machine guns hummed; our rifles cracked, and the recoilless rifle flashed.\u00a0The bubble burst, the tension broke, all the angst flowed onto the field of fire.<\/p>\n I returned carrying Sgt. Massengale\u2019s body. Moen\u2019s and Jesus Camacho\u2019s bodies lay on the site of the ambush. They were retrieved the next day by Lt. Sidney, Sgt.Flaherty, and PFC Ed Heister.<\/p>\n Gehrecke, Dickson and Nunns were evacuated. They had serious battle wounds.<\/p>\n What next?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a045 years later. Charlie (left), Dan (right).<\/p>\n For the complete story, read:\u00a0Cold Ground\u2019s Been My Bed: A Korean War Memoir<\/i>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0by Daniel Wolfe<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Bubble Burst Chorwon Valley, Korea 1952 Korea, Tuesday, August 5th, 1952. 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