Outpost Detroit

As the 65th anniversary of D-Day approaches, I thought this would be a good time to salute all those who have fought to protect our country. My father was a Marine Corps machine gun platoon leader in Korea and was involved in a couple of battles. He never spoke much about his experiences, but did mention that in one of the battles he was involved in, the after action report indicated that approximately 2300 enemy mortar and artillery rounds fell in an area the size of a par 5 golf course fairway. The two marines in the foxhole next to him suffered a direct hit and were essentially dematerialized, while my father received nary a scratch.


Anyway, before my father passed away, he had reunited with one of the marines he had served with in Korea, Bill, who was writing a book about his experiences over there. The book was never published, but my father and another marine, whose letter I am publishing below, were asked to comment on the book and offer suggestions/corrections.



This is the other marine's letter to Bill regarding his experiences at Outpost Detroit near the Korean MLR(Main Line of Resistance):
(Note: VT=Variable Timed fuse.)


Dear Bill,

Your book of memories has been read and warmly reviewed. It is a stirring and accurate account of life down in the trenches and for me a longed for revelation. My recollection of what I did on October 6, 1952, is uneven and, until I read your treasure trove of a portrait of a warrior as a young man, I had no knowledge of the fate of my companions after my capture. I have wanted for such a long time a first hand account of what happened after the battle for Detroit that the appearance of your book at this stage of my life was miraculous.

Let me describe to you, as accurately and completely as I can, the events that preceded your last journey to O. P. Detroit. That outpost was in line with the middle of my second platoon on the MLR. Right after we moved into that position I sought to locate it with the use of a map. I disregarded the brown, greenless, devastated and insignificant mound for other more significant hills and was astonished when someone pointed out to me that the mound was Detroit and that it was a combat outpost. But, by then being accustomed to military euphemisms I marked it as such on my map and seized the hope I would never have to go there.

After the shelling you took on that outpost on October 2 and 3 along with Frisco, Seattle and Warsaw, Van Zuyen called me to his CP on October 5 and said that he was going to send me and a reinforced squad from my platoon to relieve the squad from your platoon. By this time I was aware of how dangerous Detroit was and so, without invitation, I reached below his cot, on which I was sitting, seized the ever present bottle and, without objection on his part, took a long pull and returned to my platoon to make ready. I was scared stiff of going out there but I was confident, after the shelling and probes we took at Bunker Hill that we would measure up to anything that was likely to be thrown at us. Unlike you, until it happened, I never anticipated the enormous magnitude of the artillery assault that befell us.

As you know, the relief of your squad was uneventful. The night of October 5 was marked by intermittent shelling. One squad member was directly hit by a 61mm mortar and his remains were put into a poncho and returned to the MLR. I made no inspection that night of the line because I thought the incoming would lessen during the day. I was wrong; the shelling increased. Around mid-day the CP Bunker, in which about 6 of us were sitting, took a direct hit by a '76mm against the sand- bagged wall. We pushed the unbroken sandbags back into place and in doing so I took hold of the still warm nose cone. Grisly thoughts were crowding in on me.


Because the shelling increased in intensity, I did not move out of the CP to inspect the premises out of concern that we might run out of ponchos. About 7 PM on October 6 we began to receive regular shelling. Now it was no longer intermittent but steady; one after the other. At this time a Puerto Rican Marine went berserk in the CP and had to be subdued. Immediately after this was done he was put on the cot and he began to babble in Spanish from the rhythm of which I took to be prayers. We needed them because just at that moment the shelling, now multiple and constant, thundered down. It seemed to last forever and so I must take exception to your description of it as "brief." The effect of that shelling was calamitous. Apart from those wounded and killed, the bunkers, such as they were, broke down but even more disastrous the dirt from the sandbags and the roof of the bunker covered the extra ammunition we had stored in the CP. We were in dusty chaos. Not long after the lifting of the barrage the cry went up "Here they come" and I shouted "Everybody Out." We took our stand in the trench at the point ;here the path and the CP met. At that time and at that place we were a fighting force of 7. I do not know what happened to the other 15 men but I had no time to rally any more because the Chinese were upon us.

We took them as they came up to the trench at the CP and the path. I saw countless heads coming at me all bobbing and weaving. They wore khakis with red borders on their collars. When we opened up they could not have been more than 10 feet away. None of them made it into the trenches but they did not fall as we shot into them; they faded away. I remember one, a handsome Chinese about my age. I fired into him with my carbine on full automatic. He did not drop but his arms and body began to jerk about as if he were a marionette doing a dance and then he went away. This lasted for a short time and then all became still. You can understand that I disagree with your explanation of how the dead Chinese got around the path to the trench line; they were put there by gallant Marines and not artillery fire.

At this time, I took two men and led them along the east side of the trench line toward the north side of the hill to see what was up. As I got further along the curving trench line all was silent. I then realized that if the Chinese were further down the trench line, I was hell bound along with the two behind me and so we returned to our original stand at the CP. Upon returning I saw a tall, jug eared, olive skinned BAR(Browning Automatic Rifle) man, whose name I cannot remember, standing in the trenches and heard him say, in a conversational tone, "Hey that one blew my hand right off."

The next thing I remember I was out of the trenches, standing on top of the hill and the BAR man, by cradling the rifle in what was left of his left arm, was firing down our trench line from east to west. I never saw him again.

Tharp, the radio man. with his pack on his back was standing next to the BAR man and he was firing down the path as it came by the CP. I called to him-to request V.T. for our position. At this time I did not care that we might be killed by our own incoming. Most of the men were already dead and the rest including me would soon join them. After that order I shouted words of encouragement "fight to the death."

The next thing I remember is crouching down along side the flame thrower who was badly wounded in his arm. He was at the entrance to the bunker located between the CP and the machine gun bunker facing the MLR. We used it for our ammo dump.

He was trying to tie a thick rubber strip onto his arm to stop the blood. I finished the job for him and we tried to get the flame thrower working. He turned the nozzle and I struck the matches to light it. It sputtered a couple of times and went out. He then gave me a M1 and a bandoleer to replace my carbine now out of ammo and none to be found for a resupply. We were completely ruined and I called out "It's every man for himself" and began running down the trench this time from east to west. I passed several burning bodies and heard rifle fire and then it happened. A hook on my boot got caught by the communication wire on the floor and side of the trench and I went down. I thought I was going to die and was sure the bullets would start ripping into me.


Then a most strange thing happened. I had a vision of a beautiful, black hair, fair skinned woman who resembled no one I ever knew. The apparition quickly passed when a Marine using the bunker facing the MLR west of the "ammo dump" called to me. I made the mistake and went into the bunker.

It was occupied by the man who called out. He was lying along the west side of the bunker and Zolo, a machine gunner, was at the aperture. I was against the east side with my head at the bunker entrance. We were trapped. The Marine was taking pot shots down the trench line. I heard the VT explode above but it did not have the desired effect. Not long afterward the gooks blew a hole in the west side of the bunker and shortly thereafter a grenade came spinning through that hole. I can see it now with the fuse spitting out its shower of sparks, it was going to land between us.

I drew myself up on my right side into the fetal position trying to get all of me inside my helmet. When the grenade exploded my face felt as if it had been torn away from my head. My hands went to my face and I could feet and taste globs of flesh and blood all over my face. I then lost all control over myself and began screaming "my face, my face" and rolled around the floor. Not too long afterward I realized my face was not blown away (only a piece about the size of a dime under the right eye was gone) but that I had been struck by the body parts of the Marine opposite me. Zolo was breathing very slow and low with a croaking uneven sound and then that stopped. I then yelled "Surrender -Surrender," threw my M1 out of the bunker, looked up and saw a gook pointing a burp gun at me.

When I left the bunker several Chinese took me to the top of the hill. The irony of my euphoria in being alive did not penetrate my dazed state but standing there I heard machine guns open up. I thought they were our guns and that the counter attack had started. Not until I read your account did I realize it was the gooks shooting at you on your way up the path. I remember thinking "what a Hollywood finish." But as you came up that path I was being dragged down the north side of the hill by various members of the Chinese People's Volunteers. Three others were captured; all four of us wounded. Two returned to the MLR as you know. Seventeen died.


That's my story. Until this moment I have been unable to reveal all of that tale to anyone. I tell it to you by way of personal purgation and because, after reading your chapter on Detroit, I know that we share a passionate interest in that obscure battle of 6 October 1952. I've had a difficult time keeping those events from taking over my life. I have thought of that battle every day since it was fought and have been very hard on myself because of the loss and my surrender. Even though I know that we stood our ground and fought the good fight still I cannot rid myself of the image of an all too eager killer too cowardly to take the death his enemy has offered him and which, in their opinion, he deserves.

But hope springs eternal. Recently I determined to make peace with myself. Your book has helped me immensely but after 41 years of war peace comes slowly. It has been so difficult for me to realize I was vulnerable and that I was unable to endure the unendurable. Still it is comforting for me to finally realize I was not Achilles, the god-like but I tried to be Hector, the citizen-soldier.

Ours was but to do or die. We tried both. I salute you.
As to the absurdity of haphazardly posting 6 combat outposts to our Battalion Sector, then fortifying them in a flimsy way and then refusing to assist them when the time arose, I will only say in closing ---
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Thank you, soldiers for your sacrifices.

A Wasp Stings The Crying Face

The title of this post is an old Japanese saying that basically equates to "when it rains, it pours."

Some recent news:

SEOUL, South Korea - North Korea's Kim Jong Il has anointed his 26-year-old son — said to be competitive, proficient in English and a heavy drinker — as the next leader of the communist state, news reports said Tuesday. (From MSNBC: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31056490/)

So, a fledgling nuclear power will soon be run by a twenty something, punk, spoiled brat boozer. I'm going to sleep so much better at night. (Before you lefties start screaming, "W" was in his early 50's when he took office)
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LONDON -- President Barack Obama reiterated that Iran may have some right to nuclear energy, provided it takes steps to prove its aspirations are peaceful. ( Translation: Obama:"I'm such a whipped bitch, after Michelle and I got back from our date, and boning the taxpayer for a quarter million on security and transportation, I ate the corn bits out of her sh*t, got a spanking from one the big, strapping secret service agents, had a glass of warm milk and went to sleep.)
In a BBC interview broadcast Tuesday, Obama also restated plans to pursue direct diplomacy with Tehran to encourage it to set aside any ambitions for nuclear weapons it might harbor. (Link: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/06/02/AR2009060200947_pf.html)

So, Obama just let the Israeli's (and the rest of the world) know he is a gutless wonder. I'm sure this won't embolden Israel to kick Iran's ass now. Sheesh.

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DETROIT (AP) - General Motors Corp. took a key step toward its downsizing on Tuesday, striking a tentative deal to sell its Hummer brand, while also revealing that it has potential buyers for its Saturn and Saab brands. GM has a tenatative agreement to sell its rugged Hummer brand to Sichuan Tengzhong Heavy Industrial Machinery Co. of China, said a person briefed on the deal. (From: http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D98IM9S81&show_article=1)

Let's help the Chinese improve their troop mobility and while we are at it let's give them a chuckle....................

"We believe in a strong dollar," Geithner said in a question-and-answer session after a speech to students at Peking University. "Chinese financial assets are very safe," Geithner said. His response drew laughter from the audience. (From: http://www.reuters.com/article/marketsNews/idINPEK12423320090601?rpc=44)
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How we have avoided a national military and economic catastrophe up to now is beyond me. I'm more firmly convinced than ever that we are nearing the end game.

Where can I get...................

Where can I get some hardtack, like they had in the Civil War?

Try: Bent's Cookie Factory. They have been around since 1801 and were an original hardtack cracker supplier to the Union Army. Link: http://www.bentscookiefactory.com/Crackers.html

Where can I get some MRE's to try?

Check out MRE Depot: Link: http://www.mredepot.com/servlet/StoreFront

Where can I get retro and nostalgic candy?

Try: Sweet M's Candy World: Link: http://www.sweetms.com/nostalgic-retro-candy.htm

Where can I get Sashimi grade tuna and roe?

Try: The Fresh Lobster Company, LLC Link: http://www.thefreshlobstercompany.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=CTGY&Store_Code=TFLCL&Category_Code=SI

Where can I get Chinese products at wholesale prices?

Try DH Gate: Link: http://www.dhgate.com/ You have to hunt for them, but some good deals can be had on this site.

I'll probably add more sites, but this will get the ball rolling.

American Capitalism Gone With a Whimper

From Pravda.ru:

It must be said, that like the breaking of a great dam, the American decent into Marxism is happening with breath taking speed, against the back drop of a passive, hapless sheeple, excuse me dear reader, I meant people.

True, the situation has been well prepared on and off for the past century, especially the past twenty years. The initial testing grounds was conducted upon our Holy Russia and a bloody test it was. But we Russians would not just roll over and give up our freedoms and our souls, no matter how much money Wall Street poured into the fists of the Marxists.

Those lessons were taken and used to properly prepare the American populace for the surrender of their freedoms and souls, to the whims of their elites and betters.
First, the population was dumbed down through a politicized and substandard education system based on pop culture, rather then the classics. Americans know more about their favorite TV dramas then the drama in DC that directly affects their lives. They care more for their "right" to choke down a McDonalds burger or a BurgerKing burger than for their constitutional rights. Then they turn around and lecture us about our rights and about our "democracy". Pride blind the foolish.

Then their faith in God was destroyed, until their churches, all tens of thousands of different "branches and denominations" were for the most part little more then Sunday circuses and their televangelists and top protestant mega preachers were more then happy to sell out their souls and flocks to be on the "winning" side of one pseudo Marxist politician or another. Their flocks may complain, but when explained that they would be on the "winning" side, their flocks were ever so quick to reject Christ in hopes for earthly power. Even our Holy Orthodox churches are scandalously liberalized in America.

The final collapse has come with the election of Barack Obama. His speed in the past three months has been truly impressive. His spending and money printing has been a record setting, not just in America's short history but in the world. If this keeps up for more then another year, and there is no sign that it will not, America at best will resemble the Wiemar Republic and at worst Zimbabwe.

These past two weeks have been the most breath taking of all. First came the announcement of a planned redesign of the American Byzantine tax system, by the very thieves who used it to bankroll their thefts, loses and swindles of hundreds of billions of dollars. These make our Russian oligarchs look little more then ordinary street thugs, in comparison. Yes, the Americans have beat our own thieves in the shear volumes. Should we congratulate them?

These men, of course, are not an elected panel but made up of appointees picked from the very financial oligarchs and their henchmen who are now gorging themselves on trillions of American dollars, in one bailout after another. They are also usurping the rights, duties and powers of the American congress (parliament). Again, congress has put up little more then a whimper to their masters.

Then came Barack Obama's command that GM's (General Motor) president step down from leadership of his company. That is correct, dear reader, in the land of "pure" free markets, the American president now has the power, the self given power, to fire CEOs and we can assume other employees of private companies, at will. Come hither, go dither, the centurion commands his minions.

So it should be no surprise, that the American president has followed this up with a "bold" move of declaring that he and another group of unelected, chosen stooges will now redesign the entire automotive industry and will even be the guarantee of automobile policies. I am sure that if given the chance, they would happily try and redesign it for the whole of the world, too. Prime Minister Putin, less then two months ago, warned Obama and UK's Blair, not to follow the path to Marxism, it only leads to disaster. Apparently, even though we suffered 70 years of this Western sponsored horror show, we know nothing, as foolish, drunken Russians, so let our "wise" Anglo-Saxon fools find out the folly of their own pride.

Again, the American public has taken this with barely a whimper...but a "freeman" whimper.
So, should it be any surprise to discover that the Democratically controlled Congress of America is working on passing a new regulation that would give the American Treasury department the power to set "fair" maximum salaries, evaluate performance and control how private companies give out pay raises and bonuses? Senator Barney Franks, a social pervert basking in his homosexuality (of course, amongst the modern, enlightened American societal norm, as well as that of the general West, homosexuality is not only not a looked down upon life choice, but is often praised as a virtue) and his Marxist enlightenment, has led this effort. He stresses that this only affects companies that receive government monies, but it is retroactive and taken to a logical extreme, this would include any company or industry that has ever received a tax break or incentive.

The Russian owners of American companies and industries should look thoughtfully at this and the option of closing their facilities down and fleeing the land of the Red as fast as possible. In other words, divest while there is still value left.
The proud American will go down into his slavery with out a fight, beating his chest and proclaiming to the world, how free he really is. The world will only snicker.

Stanislav Mishin