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Written by Bobby P. Stringer

Shot by Our Own Weapons

Chairman Mao Ze Dong leader of Red China went to war with King Chiag Kai Shek.  America supplied King Chiag Kai Shek with thousands of Thompsons sub machine guns.  Chiag Kai Shek lost the war to Chairman Mao.  He confiscated the weapons and later used them against American forces in the Korean War.  The day of blood, when we were in the inner hub of the massacre, it was like a turkey shoot, except it was a trouper shoot.  They slaughtered us with our own sub Thompsons.  [Note: Im not sure, but our company may no longer be in existence.  Once a company is annihilated, it is not reinstated. I cant substantiate that, but that is my understanding.]

Duggie Boy

After being in 10 major battles, awarded 2 Silver Service Stars, plus other metals, and after spending 34 months in a prisoner of war (POW) camp, I believe I have paid dearly for the right of free speech.  Okay, now lets talk about Duggie Boy (General Douglas Macarthur).  How many men to you think died for his boo-boo by the Chinese broader?  If youre in the service and got yourself sunburned, you could get court-marshaled for destroying government property.  Now what do you think about a man in control of armies that moved his units to a mighty countrys border, against the direct order from the President of the United States, his commander in chief?  He denied orders, acted on his own agenda, and men were slaughter for his insubordination!  Compared to the deaths of the many teenagers massacred, he just walked away, and was relieved of duty, his personal duty.  That was Duggie Boy. 

The Feeling

When in combat the guys get a feeling in advance if they are going to die.  Once they get that feeling, you might was well take their dog tags off because they usually get killed.  I was just thankful I never got the feeling.  I think it is a natural sign to make things right before you die in my opinion and experience.

I have always felt I was somewhat psychic.  Ive always had this uncanny ability to feel if my next move was right or wrong.   I remember that evening after the pheasant flew out of the brush, I had a feeling to stay put. There was a big rock off to the right and down the side of the trail.  I could have went down to the other side and crawled up inside the ledge and been safe. It was a very strong feeling to stay there, but I ignored it.  I was in too big of a hurry to get home to my main forces.  Shortly after that, I was captured.  That night the enemy retreated north.  If I had stayed put, I could have freely walked back to the American lines.  I was sorry about ignoring that feeling for years. If I had listened to my instants, I would have avoided being captured and living the life of horror for thirty-four months.


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