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...skirling of the pipers has led Scotsmen into many a battle in many a faraway land. Last week kilted pipers led Scotsmen and Englishmen toward a new battlefield. From Hong Kong 1,500 men of the ist Battalion of the Argyll & Sutherland Highlanders and the ist Battalion of the Middlesex Regiment boarded a British carrier for Korea in answer to General MacArthur's request for immediate ground reinforcements for his forces in Korea (TIME...
...Like Girls' Pictures." Roy Manring and his platoon were defending a position near Hill 303, a bleak bump in the terrain east of the Naktong River, a few miles northeast of battered Waegwan, when the enemy began to infiltrate the U.S. lines. Roy's platoon leader asked battalion headquarters for reinforcements, and was told that 60 South Korean soldiers would move up shortly...
Across the River. Earlier, a reconnaissance battalion of a regimental combat team made a daring dash 22 miles behind Communist lines, captured valuable documents, maps and Russian-made equipment. The U.S. force came within a hair's breadth of annihilation by heavy enemy fire when Red artillery shells killed or wounded the crews of its two lead tanks and the rest of the column piled up behind them. But Private Ray Roberts, a 19-year-old ex-bulldozer operator who had started the reconnaissance as a bazooka man, took over the controls of the lead tank (although...
...their positions, managed to put 40,000 men on the island against the marines' 10,000. The 1st suffered hundreds of air raids and a devastating shelling from Japanese battleships and cruisers. One of Guadalcanal's heroes was Colonel Merritt ("Red Mike") Edson of the 1st Raider Battalion (he later became a two-star general), who used to walk from group to group, yelling: "Listen, all those Japs have that you haven't got is guts...
JAMES SHELTON, a 21-year-old private from Company D, 1st Battalion, 19th Infantry Regiment, was awakened from the sleep of the exhausted by the zing of Communist bullets over his foxhole. For an hour before, confident Communist infantrymen, their conical Russian helmets sticking up like mushrooms through the early morning mist, had marched along a steep dirt road to a mountain pass commanding the U.S. positions. Wakeful U.S. sentries heard the Reds singing snatches of Communist marching songs as they pulled an aged, creaking, Russian heavy machine gun up the steepening slope...