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3 Heroes on the DMZ

3 Heroes on the DMZ

Three men I am so proud to have served with in the Army include Billy Lewis, Song CK and Jung Muyung.

Upon arriving at our home base at Camp Hovey, Korea on Christmas Eve, in 1966, these three men along with Tony Rangel provided me a family many thousands of miles from home. I never had a brother growing and these three along with so many others became my brothers in the “Land of the Morning Calm,” Korea.

From Left to Right…

Two, KATUSAs, (Korean Augmentation to the United States Army)  Sung and Jung, are seated next to Billy Lewis, showing them how to embrace their duty in a foreign land.

Billy Lewis…

Shown on the left was one of the first guys I ever met in the Army. We were stationed at Fort Campbell, Kentucky, located on the Tennessee/Kentucky border. Growing up in a small, rural area of Tennessee, he was my personal Davy Crockett, the King of the Wild Frontier. (For those of you who read my narrative non-fiction book, “The Last Flight of the Daisy Mae, ” I used Billy Lewis as my Dad’s rifle instructor during World War II, but he became my rifle “coach,” when I was at Fort Campbell in Basic Training. He was a trainee just like myself, however on the very first day on the rifle range, he would fire his M14, like no-one the instructors, had ever seen before. No one ever experienced a shot grouping so tightly packed together no matter the target distance.

When I raised my M14 rifle to shoot for the very first time, I was wild and was afraid of the kick. I was flinching badly on every shot. When the instructors stopped the firing to reload, they sent Billy Lewis, to give me some help.

He reacted as the true Country Gentleman he truly was, and with a little advice, coaching, and using Tennessee wind-age and Kentucky elevation, I was soon shooting like a pro.

After Basic Training at Fort Campbell, he, Tony Rangel and I were all sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey, for Light Vehicle Training School. We were only there for 5 weeks, because we were needed badly in South Korea, as six men on patrol were ambushed on our side of the South Korean border and 50,000 South Korean (ROK) troops were sent to help our American forces in Vietnam.

Billy and the KATUSAs in the picture are sharing stories and culture as they are helpful in translating for us and are sworn to put up with our outrageous behaviors.

Song, CK…

Before arriving at Camp Hovey, I spent a few days, waiting for a unit to start up. I,  along with the three men shown in the picture, would be the first soldiers in  the Weapons Platoon, (3rd Platoon) of B company 3rd Battalion 32nd Infantry, Regiment of the 7th Division.

After the bugle for reveille, “Aejukga,” the National Anthem of Korea and then the Star Spangled Banner, would play. We would hold our salutes through both. Aejukga is a beautiful song and immediately gave me a sense of purpose in being in such a unique foreign land.

When I arrived in my hooch, a Quonset Hut that could hold 40 soldiers, immediately Song and Chung came over to help me unpack my duffel bag and help me arrange things in my wall locker and foot locker.

Korea in 1966
Camp Hovey during the cold winter in Korea

I never met a native of any country before and now I was meeting Song and Jung for the first time, just like Billy Lewis shown in the picture at the beginning of this story.

Telling Private Song in English that I love the sound of his Korean National Anthem, “Aegukga,” he was beaming his approval to that statement and asked, “Perkiso, do you want to learn how to sing it?”

What an honor, I thought, “Yes I would.”

In teaching me the song, he was very patient with my pronunciation of the words, laughing at times, and then he sang it with such a beautiful voice, it almost brought me to tears. Even though I was nineteen years old, I was so appreciative of my new friends and was willing to give my life for Billy and my new buddies shown here.

Song, whose name fit, because he was always happy and singing, appreciated our compliments, always had a smile on his face. He struggled to learn English but he taught me all of the words to the Korean National Anthem, which I still remember today. After teaching me the Anthem he began to sing a song called “Arirang.”

Arirang, in English sounds like “ah-di-dahng.”  You can hear it played in every shop and restaurant. It is a story about a man leaving his home to go to work and hiking up through a pass in the mountains called “Arirang.”

The strange thing about it is  Arirang means different things to different people. To Privates Song and Jung, (pronounced Chung) it meant “friendship between Americans and Koreans.” It means whatever the listener wants it to mean. Walking down the street in Seoul or in the village, a stranger may be humming the song, from the other direction another Korean may hear it and start singing it. The country of South Korea was a Broadway Musical. Arirang is the featured theme song of the country. Played as a marching tune, “Arirang”  was the official marching song of my 7th Division. It was designated the official marching song after the cease fire agreement in 1953. Even though the 7th Division is stateside now, they still play “Arirang” as a march to salute their Korean comrades.

Here is Arirang followed by the South Korean National Anthem, “Aeguka” played a Flash Mob of University students. Listen and enjoy the YouTube video.

Jung, Muyung…

AKA  “Jerry Lewis,” because of his smile and sense of humor. Jung was the first KATUSA, I met after arriving at our new “hooch, ” Quonset Hut barracks at Camp Hovey.

Shown on the far right is Private Jung Muyung. Jung, and Song sat with me my first night in Korea, showing were to put my clothes and gear to make sure I was ready for inspections that happened  all of the time.

Friendships begin in Korea
Privates Billy Lewis, Song C.K, and Jung Myung swap stories and build friendships.

Jerry and I Get in a Fight?…

One Sunday, we were off duty in our hooch, and I began telling Jung about American hand-to-hand combat. When the 7th Division practiced hand to hand, we either used the bogus stuff we learned in Basic Training, or we had to use our rifles with bayonets attached because we were know as the “Bayonet Division.”

All of our KATUSA’s, there were three assigned to each platoon, went to another area down the road and practiced taekwondo.

I challenged Jung, to a match, and within a few seconds I got him locked up. We were in a standing position, and all of a sudden, Jung gave me a head butt, and I started falling backwards. Jung began yelling, “Perkiso, Perkiso,” as I was seeing stars and falling backwards. Even as I was dazed and falling backwards, I tried to signal him that it was okay and not to worry about me.

He hovered over my limp body until I came to. We were just goofing off and Jung felt badly and so did I. The head wound didn’t hurt as much as knowing my new friend, reacted just as he was trained to do in combat by his KATUSA leader, SGT Han.

All of us went up to the DMZ together on Labor Day, September 4, 1967. That was the last time I got to talk with Song and Jung, but when I listen to the Korean student flash mob, I think I still am communicating with my good friends…

Wayne F. Perkins US54805848

3rd Platoon, (Weapons Platoon) 3rd Battalion, 32nd Infantry Regiment, 7th Infantry Division, Korea, 1966-67…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Bombs Bursting in Air”…

“Bombs Bursting in Air”

My First Night on the DMZ…

A loud explosion, then another, then another, and then another. Shaking from the explosions, sand and dust fill my small four foot tall, four foot wide, sandbagged position. Coming out of a deep sleep, lying face down on a gravel covered wool Army blanket, I tried to stand up. I forgot I crawled in headfirst to a tiny shelter a half and hour earlier. There was no room to stand up.

Reaching for my M14 rifle propped up against sandbags, I was grabbing at air. Disoriented, because this was my first night on the dangerous Korean DMZ, (demilitarized zone)  I needed help, fast.

Stevens, from the 2nd Infantry Division (Indianhead Division) grabbed me by the arm and said, “don’t worry, those are friendly guns They are  155mm Howitzer shells coming from mobile artillery guns from the South side of the Imjin River. They are registering points along the DMZ.”

Before I could ask Stevens, “Why”, another brilliant flash from an artillery blast  hit about a football field away just northeast of our jeep. The light was a blinding bright white light, against the overcast dark September sky. The explosions were just down at the bottom of my light jeep hill, and bursting about ten feet off the ground. The bursts were following a road that connects our 7th Division defensive positions with the South Korean defensive positions starting about two hundred meters to my right and extending East 150 miles toward the sea.

Time Travel…

“I can prove it to you,” Stevens shouted into my now ringing ears.  The artillery shells are going about 100 feet above our hill, right over our heads and exploding along the South Korean DMZ South fenceline. When the next volley hits, you will see the explosion because light travels faster than sound. Then you will hear the explosions, and finally you will hear the sound of the artillery rounds traveling overhead and sounding like a freight train. It is all bass ackwards.”

Now my eyes and ears were able to make sense of his words, and I saw the explosion flashes followed by the exploding sounds and finally the cha, cha, cha, cha, sounds of the warheads going over our heads. Time travels in reverse.

Everything was scrambled, not what I was expecting on my very first night on the Korean DMZ. It was truly amazing.

The artillery was doing more than practicing. This was the very first night for our company guarding the DMZ. This would be the perfect time for infiltrators bent on destruction or the entire North Korean Army to invade to get us, the rookie soldiers from our 7th Division, rather than the always ready, 2nd Infantry Division.  After a while I began to look at the explosions as a security blanket so I could relax.

With 2nd Division artillery filling the valley with explosions between our positions and the fenceline, the North Koreans might decide on attacking another night.

It was Labor Day, September 4, 1967. It was about ten PM. Darkness prevailed after the explosions ended.

“You will die the death of dogs…”

Stevens and I made a small talk, before he announced he was going to take a short nap in my vacated four by four, sandbagged sleep chamber. Putting up with me tonight, Stevens earned some nap time.

A flute playing an eerie song, began over the North Korean propaganda speakers, facing our direction. After taking off his steel pot, (helmet) Stevens said, “that is the Korean Death Song. They play that to spook out our South Korean friends who are guarding in the foxholes below. It bothers some of those guys real bad.  I am going to take a nap .Are you going to be okay out here by yourself?”

I’ll be fine  Maybe after that song they will play my favorite by the “Who.” “I Can See for Miles and Miles.”

“Maybe they will,” Stevens laughed.

Stevens dove into my 4X4 sandbagged shelter, and began snoring quickly. This was fine by me by me because I got to listen to the the Communist North Korean Late show with death songs dirges, military marches, and all kinds of noises in three part harmony.

Then I heard some comic book style verbal threats in English broadcast over their propaganda speakers.

“The Democratic People’s Republic of Korea is mobilized and ready for war.” Tonight you will die the death of dogs.”

A long period of silence ensued. Breathing deeply now is helping me relax, I walked around my position a bit, and I could spot a South Korean Village about two miles behind me. During the day the sky was hazy, but since it is now about 11PM at night, I can see glowing lights from traffic in the town, possibly busses or taxis. It was strange to not see the metal but only the light shining through the windows of moving busses.

As I do an about face and look North again,  all I can see is complete darkness. There are no lights from stores, or busses, or homes. Just complete, utter darkness.

I told myself I would remember this always. The darkness I was staring into not only was hiding the people of North Korea but also the faces of the fourth largest standing army in the world. It was said later that over 750,000 North Korean troops along with huge divisions of artillery and tanks, were bunched up and ready for invade South Korea.

Tonight, however, there were only the comic book sounding threats, with only a promise that more would come soon.

For tonight, I had only a few more hours to daylight.

I think I will stay up to see the morning Sun peacefully rise over the Land of the Morning Calm…South Korea.  Stevens can nap all he wants. For long months he worked on this hill guarding Freedom’s Frontier. He has earned his rest. He leaves tomorrow for home.

This is my first night of many along my new home and my infrared searchlight, becoming the eyes in the dark for our men stationed along the fence line below, on the South Korean DMZ. I hope I enjoy it.

I wonder if I will remember this place and these feelings many years from now.

I can only hope….

My position on the hill facing North Korea
My position on the hill facing North Korea
Looking across American position and North East on the DMZ
Looking across American positions  and North East on the DMZ

Wayne F. Perkins US54805848

Company B, 3rd Battalion, 32nd Infantry Regiment,  7th Infantry Division.

Korean DMZ

My Last Night on the DMZ…

My Last Night on the DMZ…

Standing by my bunk in our base just south of the Imjin River, my buddy Tony Rangel told me I was going home tomorrow afternoon.

“Are you kidding?”  I exclaimed.

“No, late tomorrow afternoon, said Tony, we will be heading down to Camp Hovey to turn in our gear, and then take our stuff down to Kimpo, where we will spend one night before getting on the plane and heading home. It’s called ‘Operation Santa Claus,’ Since we arrived  in Korea on Christmas Eve in 1966, the Army doesn’t want us to spend a second Christmas over here.”

“Wow, a month early, I shouted, I cannot believe it!”

“Just then Lt. Winston came into our hooch, and stood in front of me. Specialist Rangel, I need to talk with Specialist Perkins alone.”

Quickly and quietly, my best friend from Basic Training, AIT, and in the Weapons Platoon of  Company B, 3rd Battalion, 32nd Infantry, 7th Division; disappeared. I quickly wondered if I would ever see my friend Tony Rangel, ever again.

Now only me and 2nd Lt. Winston are here.

“I need your help, Perkins, Lt. Winston began, the other two forward observers are on duty, Jim Todd is out at your light jeep position and John Rape and Garcia, the fire direction center, are both stationed on the Observation Point North of the fence line. There has been activity there and I feel better having two guys who can handle the radio when gunfire breaks out.

“That leaves you, Perkins, as the only guy that can handle a radio, and I have a special mission tonight. We have reports from the OP that a North Korean tank is spotted just about 50 meters from the MDL. (the official demarcation line separating North and South Korea. No crew weapons like tanks and artillery are allowed in the area)

My mission tonight, is to sneak up to the tank and get pictures we can send to United Nations command.  I have a camera that can will take  pictures in pitch black conditions just like we will have tonight with the thick snow clouds.

“I am not ordering you, Perkins, as I can operate the radio myself, but Sgt. McGovern before he left, said that he could always count on you. I will need to focus on the camera and take those pictures.”

“Yes, Sir, I will do it.”  (at the same time I am doing this, I am reminded what my friends and my Dad always said about volunteering for stuff in the Army. Never volunteer)

About an hour later our 5 man patrol assembled and first went to the rifle range to test fire our guns before heading to the DMZ across Libby Bridge, and then finally taken out to a gate along the fence line that was visible to the Observation Point where about twenty soldiers would be stationed each night.

On a typical ambush patrol we used only 5 men. We would set up in the thick brush or wooded area along a trail, and set up claymore mines, to seal off each end of our 5 man line. The claymores set up above ground and contained C4 explosive material along with hundreds of BBs inside. We would cover them with leaves to render them invisible to any North Korean infiltrator or soldiers that may heading to South Korea. Even though we carried the equipment, we will not set up the ambush until well after dark, because we need the cover of darkness to sneak up to the tank.

Darkness arrives early in December as most of the DMZ lies above the 38th Parallel. Think of Chicago, Detroit and Minneapolis as they do as well and you will understand what it was like living and working on the Korean DMZ.

Shortly after entering through the gate and out into no-man’s land, our five man patrol reached a heavily wooded area. Alongside the path we spotted an old “Bouncing Betty,” land mine exposed about five inches above the dirt, next to a dead tree branch. The land mine must have been there since the early 1950s during the Korean War. Many years later, I wonder if it can still explode.

Lt. Winston consulted his map, stopped our squad and ordered; “Let’s set up an ambush along this path. Let’s stay about 6 feet apart.” One guy set up both claymore mines, on each end  of the path and the rest of us tried to get comfortable in the bushes.

This was good timing as the sun had just set but there was no twilight period. We observed complete darkness as soon as we sat in our ambush, bushes waiting for North Koreans to enter our ambush.

Two guys sat to the left of Lt. Winston, I sat next to the officer, only about three feet away because I carried the PRC-10 radio, which was the only way we could communicate with friendly forces. Now, even though I sat just three feet away from Lt. Winston, I could not see him. It was just too dark.

We were instructed not to talk but out of the dark, scary silence, I heard, one of the guys say, “Sir, I need to take a leak. Can I go?

There was silence for a few seconds as I could just feel tension in the officers as his voice said, “yes go ahead, but don’t stray too far from us. It is just too dark.”

The all too familiar sound of a soldier relieving himself on dead winter leaves just a few feet away broke the silence. Along with the noise which sounded deafening in this situation where we were setting up a quiet ambush, the strong aroma of fresh urine, flooded our olfactory senses.

Now I could sense Lt. Winston’s tension just elevated to a new level. “We are going to move to an area about fifty meters away and set up our ambush all over again.

It was much more difficult we found because we were bumping into each other, and tripping over rocks as the darkness created a new hazard we didn’t anticipate when moving into the current position while it was still light.

By now it had to be about 7PM, or 1900 hours in military time.  It was pitch black. I had my M2 compass so I knew we were still facing North. My compass could see in the dark even though I couldn’t.

The Puppet Show…

Finally we were set up with claymores alongside what might be the same pathway, or at least and easier area to walk through in the darkness. We sat for what it seems to be an hour, and all of a sudden I hear a man snoring loudly. It was one of our men sitting about six feet to my right.  I will call him “Wilson,” although this was not his real name.

Lt. Winston, sounded upset. “Who is snoring? Who is making all of the noise?”

“I think it is Wilson, Sir.” I whispered loudly.

Wilson, who else could it be. Maybe some North Korean infiltrators snuck in our ambush and decided to sleep with us.Is that it, Perkins?”

“No it is Wilson, Sir.”

Everyone get up from your positions, I have something for you. Stand on the path so I can find you.” We complied with Winston’s command.

The officer pulled out a spool of kite string. “Are we going to fly your camera over North Korea, I asked?”

Hearing something about me being a “wise guy,” and something about a “Mother.” Winston  said nothing more but I could see he was cutting long sections of string from the spool.

Winston then, tied a string to my left wrist as I would be sitting next to him on his right side, and then to “Rip Van Wilson “who was sitting to my right, not far from the first claymore mine facing South.

Two men are sitting six feet apart from each other, to Winston’s left as he attaches strings to each of their right wrists. This way, Winston, would control us as marionettes on a string. All of us are attached to Lt. Winston’s spool. He is our puppet master.

Claymore mine
Clay-more mine

What About the Tank?…

Assuming quiet positions in the dark bushy area along the path, I began to think about leaving the DMZ and heading for the United States for the first time in a year. “I can’t believe I will make it home after being here so long in Korea. Of course, I have to make it through the night with my ambush and reconnaissance patrol. At the rate things are going tonight, I don’t think we will find the MDL now some two hundred meters to our North, but in total darkness. A scary uneasiness enveloped me.

The five of us sat in our cold silence, wondering what would happen next. Then I heard the heavy breathing and finally snoring coming from Wilson to my right and possibly one of the guys sitting on the far left of the ambush patrol. I felt Lt. Winston tug on the string and then I saw I Wilsonless string flying in front of my face and boomerang back to our commander.

Winston then took his spool and pulled Smith’s string. He was sitting on the far left, close to the claymore mine facing West. Like Wilson, Smith, took off his wrist connection and the loop ended in Winston’s. Lap. “That’s it, let’s start a fire.”

There in plain sight of a North Korean Army and our men stationed up in the observation point Eastward from our position up on a hill, we started a bonfire with all of the dead leaves and trees our winter forest would allow.

In the darkness offered by North Korea, one can see a person puff on a cigarette from over a mile away. Imagine how easy it is to spot a bonfire on a dark cold night, from just about two football fields away. Lt. Winston admitted he was freezing to death and he was scrapping any chance of completing our mission in taking pictures of the North Korean tank a short distance away. I was disappointed but I was also frozen to the core, so I used all the energy I could muster to gather up anything I could find that would burn.

Rape, I cried!…

We tried and tried, but could not keep the fire burning. We had to keep moving around because it was so cold outside. It was late December of 1967, the clouds laden with snow and without the small fire we were totally blind.

It didn’t matter, Lt Winston ordered the fire put out. He said “lets hike up the hill to the observation point. “ Easier said than done , as this meant walking in the dark through a minefield and then negotiating barb wire, concertina wire, and a whole host of trip wires setting off flares, noisy tin cans, and God knows what else. Not to mention that all of our men stationed on the OP have their orders to shoot and throw hand grenades at anything that moves in the night. We were supposed to stay put and not move a muscle until daylight. Now we are in a position to be shot by our own men up on the hill!

The thought finally occurred to me that this may just well be my last night in Korea as well as my last night on Earth.

“Perkins, get the OP on the radio.”

“What is the password for today, Sir?’

I think it is ‘OD Green,’ Perkins.”

I set my radio to Channel three, and said ‘OD Green.’ “The password is OD Green”

I then heard a familiar Texas accent come back to me on my trusty eleven pound PRC 10 radio.

“That was the password last night. What is tonight’s password? We are ready to shoot you!”

“Rape, I cried. Rape, I yelled loudly into my radio hand set, it’s me, Perkins. Remember when you taught me how to set those ant hills on fire at the mortar range at Camp Kaiser. You said it was the way you set them ant hills on fire back home in Texas!

John Rape from Texas, along with Jim Todd, the other of us three amigos who were the Forward Observers for Company B of the 3rd Battalion of the 32nd Infantry, recognized my voice as well as my story and talked us through all of the seen and unseen hazards of getting up to the observation point in one piece.

We slept up on the point and in the morning, I took pictures of the observation point along with a picture of a claymore mine they had set up and pointed in the direction of our patrol stumbling through the darkness the night before.

It was very cold in the morning and snow began. By the time two inches were on the ground a deuce and a half truck driven by Guidry from Georgia, who also belonged to our platoon, drove us back to our permanent base at Camp Hovey, about eleven miles South of the Korean DMZ.

After turning in my gear, another truck took me to Kimpo Airport near Seoul, and I arrived home the next day.

It is going on forty nine years since my last night on the Korean DMZ. What a privilege it was to serve with Rape, Todd, Rangel, Winston, Smith, and even Rip Van Wilson.

Right now I look out the window and see total darkness outside my forest cabin up in Northern Arizona.

Now that I think of it again. It really wasn’t my last night on the Korean DMZ,

was it?

About the Author
Wayne Perkins, Author

Our Greatest Allies During the Vietnam War

South Korean Troops from the White Horse Division fight in Vietnam
South Korean Troops from the White Horse Division fight in Vietnam

South Korea sent an average of 48,000 troops each year to Vietnam to fight alongside the Americans, Australians and New Zealanders. Over 320,000 Koreans honored their NATO and SEATO commitments,in spite of the threats by their neighbor along their own DMZ back home.

Today, just before Memorial Day in our country, I will take time to honor over 10,000 South Korean soldiers, sailors, marines and airmen, who made the ultimate sacrifice alongside over 58,000 American brothers and sisters.

All I can offer these brave men and women is:

Thank you