Stories from the Chosin Reservoir, 1950
He Ain't Heavy -- by Clifford W. Meyer -- Page 2
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thought the crew was either dead or asleep as we had a hard time getting their
attention. After considerable effort we made contact and got permission to put
the wounded Marine on the back over the engine, hoping it would keep him warm.
We loaded him, climbed aboard too, and the tank headed down the road. Then we
started to receive small arms fire. As the turret began to turn, we scrambled
off, got the stretcher and carried the wounded man to the side of the road.
Several Chinese came down to the road and fired. McMullan and another man went
down to opposite side and eliminated them. Again we picked up the stretcher and
started walking. Some time later a corpsman came upon us, checked out the
wounded Marine, gave him morphine, marked his tag and moved on. We continued
until we came to a Navy Chief Corpsman. He told us to leave our man with him,
assuring us that he would be taken care of.
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We would have carried that wounded Marine all the way to Hungnam, if necessary, and right onto the ship. He wasn't heavy. |