Page 84 - Senior Link Magazine Fall 2024 - Online Magazine
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“Our first day of combat
                                                                                      was August 6, 1950. On
                                                                                      our third day, I was
                                                                                      with O.B. Swindall from
                                                                                      Crosbyton when he was
                                                                                      killed. Our company
                                                                                      commander got killed
                                                                                      on August 11. After that,
                                                                                      we had officers coming
                                                                                      and going. I went with
                                                                                      them when they took
                                                                                      O.B.’s body down the
                                                                                      hill in the dark to an
                                                                                      area at the aid station
                                                                                      and placed him with
                                                                                      other casualties to be
                                                                                      transported elsewhere.

                                                                                      “On September 16, 1950,
                                                                                      our colonel ordered us
                                                                                      into a boat to cross the
                                                                                      Nakdong River. About
                                                                30 of us loaded up in one of the 8th Army’s
                                                                DUKW (the DUKW was a six-wheel-drive,
                                                                2½-ton amphibious vehicle). We had bombed
                                                                and lobbed artillery shells at the North
                                                                Koreans the night before and were supposed
                                                                to go on a ‘mop up mission’ across the river.
                                                                When we got to the middle of the river, the
                                                                North Koreans opened fire on us. Guys were
                                                                screaming to get out. A lot of the guys were
                                                                carrying heavy field packs, and they jumped
                                                                over the side (to avoid the fire) and drowned.
                                                                Everyone in that boat got killed except me
                                                                and maybe one other guy. I was shot behind
                                                                the neck and slid down the side of the craft.
                                                                I was lucky that I was close to the side. All
                                                                I remember is that something stung like
                                                                fire. When I woke up, the boat was floating
                                                                out. They laid down a smoke screen for us.
                                                                You couldn’t see anything for the smoke. I
                                                                remember a lot of blood. It seemed like it was
                                                                ankle-deep. Another boat came by, and they
                                                                got me out. I was put in a smaller boat and
                                                                taken back to our side of the river.”








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