We Leave North Korea Of course there was skepticism on the part of a few individuals namely the team leader, who I think was Sgt. Bing or a similar name. I guess you know who ate humble pie. On the night we finally left, everything was on fire. I think the engineers were practicing a "scorched earth policy." I don't remember how we boarded the merchant ship, operated by merchant seamen that took us to Pusan. When we finally arrived at our unit, it was late at night and some of the men were waiting to greet us. One of them was Bill Bingamen who lives near me in Springfield, PA. We still see each other. I do remember that he gave me a beer probably his only one.

Back in South Korea We left that location and went to, I think, Chechon where the Tenth Corp. had its Headquarters. This was a sight to see three huge white flag poles with the American flag, the United Nations flag and the Tenth Corp. flag. Where did they get those flag poles? When the Marines arrived, we fell in with them for the trip back north. While we were waiting for Them, we stayed in a big squad tent with the words "Club Cora" written in chalk across the front. I have a picture of Walter Malloy standing in front of the tent.

I use a Bulldozer An interesting incident happened there. Sgt Bowes was bucking for another stripe and decided to make the men get up and go to a common mess nearby. He did not want the men cooking in the tent. Guess who got caught? His punishment was for me to clean up the area around the tent. There must have been a lot going on before we arrived. I dutifully went out and started the job when I spotted a dozer working not too far away. I approached the driver and explained my problem. He said "Stand behind me", and pointed that dozer at the tent filling in everything. Bowes, upon hearing the dozer, came out and stood in the tent flap and saw what was happening. His jaw dropped and he said something like, bless you, little boy. You win! I can still remember his face. The jaw dropped and I think his upper plate came down. Bowes was a lifer from WWII. He worked for a while at Curtis Publishing in Philadelphia.