Humphreys and Angie! You have changed

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With the little fat guy in North Korea throwing around threats like baseballs at a Giants pre-game warm-up I was reminded of another tense time on the Korean Peninsula 45 years ago.

I had seen my new bride for all of 10 days during our Christmas holiday wedding and brief honeymoon before receiving orders to Vietnam. However, as fate would have it, the capture by North Korea of the crew of the American intelligence (spy) ship the U.S.S. Pueblo changed those orders immediately to South Korea. The generals agreed, “All hell may break loose anytime.” After all, no peace treaty was ever signed after the Korean War.

Well, “anytime” turned out to be 13 long months attached to the 802nd (Combat) Engineer Battalion of the Eighth Army. Though trained as a combat engineer (I could blow up things), the worst that happened in more than a year was a few tracer rounds (from the enemy side) showering sparks off the blade of my caterpillar tractor.

Yours truly “meandered” (was ordered) to Camp Humphreys, 55 miles south of Seoul. Called K-6, or “the Hump” in military jargon, it stood near the coastal village of Pyongtaek, and just outside the gate, the even smaller hamlet of Anjung-Ri...

 

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