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...entered. Lieut. General William K. Harrison, the U.N. senior delegate, tieless and without decorations, sat down at a table, methodically began to sign for the U.N. with his own ten-year-old fountain pen. North Korea's starchy little Nam II, sweating profusely in his heavy tunic, his chest displaying a row of gold medals the size of tangerines, took his seat at the other table, signing for the enemy. Each man signed 18 copies of the main truce documents (six each in English, Korean, Chinese), which aides carried back & forth. The rumble of artillery still rolled through...
...eventually, he understood why a medic threw himself between a patient and a grenade. He understood the private who could have abandoned his hole, but stood up throwing back Chinese hand grenades before they exploded-until he misjudged one. And the corporal, with four bullets in his chest, who was told: "Take a stretcher; you'll die if you walk down." "Yeah," he replied, "send four guys back to carry me and they'll all get clobbered. I'll make it." And he did. Those were the cool heroes, sacrificing themselves, not to "halt aggression" or "fight...
There was another kind of hero forged by the heat and pressure of battle. There was the private, foot all but blown off, chest punctured with machine-gun bullets, face mangled by a mortar chunk, who kept going until he got nearly to the top of the ridge. There, he died, and only then fell down. There were the two Kentuckians who rushed up a hill screaming hillbilly songs and dived into a North Korean bunker with their hand grenades, blowing it up. There were also men who went to pieces in the strain of battle, and dashed forward, screaming...
...Koreans. The courage of the South Koreans was a different kind: to G.I.s it seemed not sacrificial, not fanatical, but resigned. One bearded old "Papa-san" of the Korean Service Corps "choo-gied" mortar ammunition up one hill, then caught a bullet in his chest as he was starting back down the trail for more. He lay by the mortar position, blood leaking from his chest, and passed shells to the shorthanded mortar crew as he died. Each time the tube fired, the old man muttered a Korean word, but the Americans on the mortar never knew what...
...battle of the butter" began in Berlin last week. Days after the Communist refusal of President Eisenhower's offer of U.S. food relief, Socialist Willy Kressmann, borough mayor of the West Berlin district of Kreuzberg, dipped into his community chest, opened four mobile food stores in Oranienplatz, a market place only 200 yards from the East sector border. Loudspeakers manned by West German policemen sent Mayor Kressmann's invitation booming into Communist Berlin: "Fresh fruit and vegetables-' come...