Word: inchon
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Toward Red Beach. The dirty yellow waters of Inchon harbor bore a tremendous array of boats. As far as the eye could see there were LSVPs in groups of five making endless circles before the great grey assault ships. Ahead were the cruisers, destroyers and rocket ships. Overhead, Navy and Marine planes streaked for targets ashore. The big guns boomed like tremendous bass drums. The smaller 40-mm. guns hammered away with the incessant roll of snare drums...
...pall of purple smoke hung over Inchon. Our boat passed Wolmi, seized by our third battalion earlier in the day; it seemed battered and beaten, and great beige scars lay on its green hillside...
...could see the causeway from Wolmi to Inchon now. Our marines on the little island were spitting tracers at the sea wall on which we were so soon to land. We stopped dead in the water and waited. The rocket ships cut loose, their missiles tearing into Red Beach, turning it into a whistling, howling hell. The sea wall seemed as high as the RCA Building...
Silting Tight. We reached the burning British consulate and established a CP in a house on the hill just below it. The smoke and dust were beginning to lift from Inchon's waterfront area. The fighting was sporadic. One patrol brought in a rather staggering prize: a whole platoon, led by its lieutenant, from the third battalion of the 26th North Korean regiment, the outfit defending Inchon. The patrol had moved in on the platoon, which gave up without a fight. The Korean lieutenant, eager to be cooperative, told Jaskilka that much of his battalion had been killed...
Early next morning, with Marine tanks alongside, Easy Company moved through the remainder of Inchon. Civilians were moving back into the town they had fled the day before. We met them along the road which skirts the city's southern flank. They lined the streets and intersections, cheered and clapped their hands. Marine veterans, who started out with rifles at high port, eyes scanning the buildings ahead and watching for mines, became a bit flustered at this demonstration of public affection. Soon they brought their rifles down from the ready and slung them over their shoulders...