Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred Seventy-Nine
24th March 1962
Near Tongrim, Korea
For five nightmarish days the 3rd MID had held the ridge, but as the Koreans had been forced back their position south of Tongrim had grown untenable. They were short of everything that Tilo could think of and he had been informed that fresh supplies were being redirected to Sonchon, where the 3rd MID had been ordered to fall back to take up a fresh defensive position. A storm was rolling in off the ocean, so once it started raining, they would have the perfect cover for their retreat. The Navy was going to shell the Chinese positions, but it had turned out the Destroyers of the Pacific Fleet were vulnerable to rockets fired from the shore, so they were conducting hit and fade attacks. That meant that whatever distraction they would provide wouldn’t be for long.
“Spread the word that we are going to be falling back in a few hours” Tilo said to the Regimental Commanders in the dugout that he was using as a Command Post as he concluded telling them the plan, “The men are to leave whatever parting gifts for our Chinese friends that they think are appropriate.”
That got him a round of laughter from the gathered men before they left a few at a time. As Tilo left the dugout himself, he noticed that three of the men he had pulled from the brig fell into step with him. He had noticed that the obedience that they had begrudged him after he had sprung them was gone. Now, a few of them always accompanied him as he went up and down the lines. When asked, they had said it was because he had stepped up to the line and none of the Brass that they had been with in the past had ever done such a thing. It was entirely because of one instance, when a section the lines had looked like it was about to be overrun, Tilo had grabbed whoever was available and reinforced it. That had included him on the fire step at one point, though he had not actually fired his weapon.
Stepping into a different dugout, he saw Reier standing there with one of his nephews, Karl Dunkel, as he tried to get Karl to eat something. Five days in Hell and Tilo was very aware of how it was not coming without cost. One of the casualties had been Erik Garver. Because they had been inseparable for their entire lives, Karl was completely lost without his cousin. Tilo had simply not had the time to figure out just how bad Erik had gotten hurt or even if he was still alive. He just knew that Erik had been evacuated and Karl wasn’t doing well. Sticking him with Reier had been the best he could do at the moment.
Tilo knew that no matter how this turned out his sisters were unlikely to forgive him for this.
25th March 1962
It had turned out that the German Marines had abandoned their positions overnight. Jonny had tried to warn the Chinese General that they should not be in any rush to take the ridge. He hadn’t been listened to and the result was a blood-soaked mess. Landmines, trip mines as well as traps of every description and there were even rumors that the Krauts had hidden explosives inside the corpses of their own dead. Touch them and they go boom. One would be hard pressed to think of a greater insult directed at the Chinese. As Jonny watched, a Chinese Private was brought down the hill with a wooden stake driven through his foot. He was one of the lucky ones. Just minutes earlier a half dozen men had been carried down after a Bouncing Betty had gone off and sliced their legs out from under them. A clever trick that the Krauts had come up with, a landmine that is set on a timer. The guy who steps on it starts the countdown, so rather than getting that one guy it could get several.
Pusan, Korea
Since they had arrived in Korea, they were once again waiting to see where they would go next.
The mail had caught up with them though and to Kiki’s surprise she had gotten a package and several letters. The package was from Kat’s Aunt Marcella containing several items that she thought Kiki might find useful. A deck of cards, chocolate bars, socks and a small sewing kit. There was a letter from her father that mostly told her to be careful and wished her well. There was photograph of her father with Charlotte and Nella. Then a letter from Zella and Aurora wishing her well and letting her know how much they missed her. A letter from Doctor Berg asking if she was taking care of herself. Kiki would need to write a letter back to Berg letting her know that she was taking care of herself and that she knew she wasn’t pregnant. That last part was particularly annoying. Finally, there was a letter from Ben, and he had only written one sentence; You never did get a chance to see the photographs. With love, Benjamin. Included was a photograph of Ben behind the controls of an airplane as he had been learning to fly.
When Kiki saw that, she couldn’t help but blushing a bit at the memory. That had been the reason she had been going with Ben up to his flat in the first place and she had completely forgotten about it.