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...propped his shoulder against the wooden doorframe. His combat boots sank in the soft mud of the communication trench. As Chinese heads popped around a bend in the trench, one by one, Stanley cut loose with his BAR. "All through the shells and burp guns," he recalled later, "I kept on whispering I believe in only one God, Jesus, and crying out the Lord is my shepherd...
...colonel and another wounded soldier. Once, when his overheated BAR jammed (he had fired 620 rounds from it), Stanley ducked into the bunker, borrowed an M-1 rifle. When reinforcements arrived at 9 a.m., there were eight dead Chinese sprawled in the mud at the corner of the trench. Stanley slithered down the hill, had his cuts treated and returned to his outfit and his Bible. "If the Lord wasn't with me, I'd never have made it," he said...
...Dithering. Even after three shows, Reynolds can hardly believe the reviews and the buyers who pay up to ?100 ($280) for his paintings. He lives in a modest rooming house in a London suburb, still wears his "maternity coat"-a baggy trench coat-and has no illusions about his painting. He doesn't think he is ready yet for figure work, has deliberately concentrated on landscapes and a low-keyed palette until he feels he has a solid background. "There's no good dithering here and dithering there." says Reynolds. "Versatility is a horrible word. You draw...
...Reds began shooting up Sandbag Castle, Joe canceled his own furlough, volunteered to stay and help build bunkers. He was standing in a shallow trench, filling bags with sand, when five mortar shells came in. Joe was hit from head to foot by fragments, thrown on his back. He called to his Katusa Pal Choi ("Jacky") Chang Moon: "Where are my legs? Where are my hands?" They were dangling. He was rushed to the R.O.K. hospital in Pusan, where surgeons amputated all four limbs, and he became the fourth quadruple amputee of the Korean...
That wintry morning, Corpsman Irwin Rietz was on duty in his first-aid station, close to the front line. Through the crump of enemy mortars, he heard a G.I. shout, "Medic . . . medic," and raced to the shallow trench where his first combat casualty lay. The wounded man's helmet had fallen over his face; blood oozed from a jagged hole in his breast. Irwin concentrated on all the things he had been taught to do. "Take it easy, Mac," said Corpsman Rietz as he ripped open the blood-soaked flak jacket and pressed dressings on the wound...