Word: mortars
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...more than an hour the assault force stumbled and struggled forward against a solid wall of fire. A Red mortar was knocked out by artillery, but the machine guns and automatic weapons continued without letup. As the marines neared the crest, their line ripped apart; the North Koreans rose from their positions and came forward throwing grenades. The Reds were cut down but not before their grenades had done terrible work among the marines...
When they reached the floor of the valley, they stopped to eat their breakfast rations. Almost instantly they were under heavy mortar and machine-gun fire. An MP sergeant driving a jeep along the road was hit in the back; his vehicle careened off the road into a bank. Davis and Wright dashed across a green paddy field. When they were safely out of range of the enemy's fire, they looked up at the crag they had just left; it was now occupied by a Communist machine-gun crew...
...Camillo was no ordinary priest. He had a mortar hidden in his house and on occasion he carried a Tommy gun. At other times he lied, poached, attempted bribery and fought with his fists. Once, when he attacked the subject of sexual immorality, he draped the crucifix in his church with a cloth so that Christ might not be obliged to listen to his blunt language...
They spoke of the dead with a quiet casualness that seemed callous. "Too bad about the sergeant," two boys said to me as they watched stretcher bearers carry the blanketed form of their platoon sergeant downhill towards an ambulance. The sergeant had been killed by a mortar shell a few minutes before. "Hey, Al, your buddy got it," shouted a jeep driver at a G.I. eating by the roadside, "down on the hill this afternoon." The G.I. looked at the driver and nodded; then he went back to eating. Many men had died; it was not an unusual thing...
...were slapped by one wing of the Red drive on Chinju," said the Rev. Carroll Chaphe. "The enemy mortars started cracking with the dawn . . . Our casualties were heavier than the medics could handle, but they kept working and I gave them a hand ... A light mortar dropped in ten feet from me, and they're still picking out the metal. When the medics repair this leg I'm going right back to those boys...