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...church and liked to go hunting. When he was drafted eight months ago, he says, he could light a match at 25 yards with his .22 rifle. Arriving in Korea in January, he wrote home to his mother for a Bible. At night, in the gloom of his bunker, 19-year-old Private Stanley read his Bible by the light of a Coleman lantern; during the day he cleaned the Browning automatic rifle the Army had issued to him. Last week, in his first contact with the enemy, the six-foot Negro put both his religion and his rifle...
Near him, a voice cried out: "Boy, I'm hurt!" Groping in the mud, Stanley found his battalion commander, Lieut. Colonel Harry Clark Jr. of Columbus, Ga. With another G.I., Stanley carried the wounded colonel into a nearby bunker...
Bodies in the Sun. For more than three hours Stanley stood guard at the bunker door while a medic within worked on the colonel and another wounded soldier. Once, when his overheated BAR jammed (he had fired 620 rounds from it), Stanley ducked into the bunker, borrowed an M-1 rifle. When reinforcements arrived at 9 a.m., there were eight dead Chinese sprawled in the mud at the corner of the trench. Stanley slithered down the hill, had his cuts treated and returned to his outfit and his Bible. "If the Lord wasn't with...
...Political Blokes. Not all of the division's officers and men are enjoying their life back of the lines. Said a junior officer: "It was really pretty thick of them, taking us out of our nice battle line. We had permanent buildings right up to brigade, and commodious bunkers, right up to battalion. The Black Watch officers' mess was in a bunker big enough to seat 30. Now we're piggin' it in these bloody training area tents." An Australian gunnery sergeant indicated he would like some fighting: "Our political blokes don't like...
...heavily sandbagged bunker, a regimental commander in a crack U.S. division leaned against a supporting beam, took off his helmet, ran his fingers through matted grey-blond hair. "If we can get through the enemy," he said, "it will be a long, slow job and it will cost us plenty. We'll have to burn and blast him out with flamethrowers and demolition grenades. And we'll need a lot more here than we've got now. In this war it's too late for any lightning offensives...