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and the North Koreans had stopped our supply coming into town. As I said
before, none of our radios worked, and we were not prepared for any retrograde
movement, which is "run for your life," but it's supposed to be an organized run.
About ten o'clock that morning, the five men that were with me were running low
on ammunition, and I sent a man back to get some more ammunition, and when
he returned he said he couldn't find anybody. I said, "Well, let's go find
somebody then." So we left our position through a hail of lead, which luckily
none of us were hit. When we got run out of this position, we started down the
side of the railroad track to find the rest of our company, and we came to a
crossroads where we found where the tanks came into town, and there was a 50
caliber machine gun sitting there with about four boxes of ammunition, but the
guys that manned it were all dead. We picked up the four boxes of ammunition
and started back across town to see where our company had gone, and we started
down a street. We crossed over two blocks and then turned kind of north, then
started walking down the street. There were six of us in my group all together.
We walked just a short ways, and I saw some troops coming around the block and
turn down our street toward us. They covered the whole street. As we turned
down this street, we walked about a half a block-now these are mud adobe
houses and a few wooden buildings...I don't believe there was one building that
was two stories high, and on dirt streets-and we started down this street and saw
these troops about three blocks in front of us coming around the block and right
toward us. I said, "There's our company down there," so we kept walking a short
ways and I looked at them and said, "That's the wrong uniform. Those are
gooks!" So we made a run down an alley and crossed two streets and turned back
south. We walked about a block, and there was a man laying on the side of the
road that only had half of his body from his waist down, and it was this Col.
Martin that had taken over our regiment. He had been shot with an 85mm off of
one of the tanks. He was carrying the 2.36 rocket launcher, trying to knock the
tank off and the tank got him first. I walked another half a block and there was a
T-34 Russian tank with its track about four feet up a telephone pole. It had been
knocked out. All together, the word was that we knocked out from three to five
of these tanks in town. In a building right beside of it was a South Korean liquor
store. It don't look like our liquor stores. I saw this person in there in a white
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