Two weeks in country, and i get a desk at the inspection and re-packing office so it appears i will be riding a desk, at least for a while (this might be fun).
Carved into side of a small mountain, are four buildings, each with a "Blast wall" separating each building, designed to prevent an explosion in one line office spreading to other lines... making a real mess, out of a nice clean production line, and those Workers and Soldiers, inspecting "our goods".
The "Operation" employed about fifty Korean Workers, several supervisor's and a tough main honcho (top bossman) in charge of all Workers, plus each line had two U.S. Soldiers, keeping close watch on the operation..... and play with the pigtails, that all the girls wore. I was assigned a desk, simply because the officer and master sergeant believed that i had superior knowledge of when Ammo should be delivered to the E.O.D Group Explosive Ordnance Demolition. (and they were right.... except I would cross my fingers every time I had to make a decision.
The office had A.C. and i stored my paperwork in my desk, and could smoke a cigar, with my feet up on the desk and bullshit about The Brooklyn Dodgers or whatever. The junior officers would love to gather there and do plenty of ass kissing of Mr Reno (a big shot) and our office had splendid A.C..
Next: Big trouble at the railhead.
ScribbleMeister
Jesse E. Kern
Korea 1953-54
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