More of my Father-in-law's stories of his time in the Korean War, and stateside. All in his own words.
All internet images have been removed from this post, sorry.
Serving on Court Martials gives you a strange feeling of responsibility over a stranger’s life.
In one
of my cases in Korea, I was called off the front line during heavy shelling to
serve in a Regimental Court Martial. No question the guy was guilty of going
AWOL in time of war. The only question was how much time in federal prison he
got before Dishonorable Discharge.
My ears
were ringing from recent very loud combat noise and I could hardly hear the
choices of sentence. The trial moderator spoke in near whisper voice
level. As the lowest ranking officer there, I didn't feel it was my place to
ask him to speak louder. He mumbled, "two months”, no hands
went up, “three, four", etc. When he got to over a year or so
I realized what he was saying and raised my hand. The other two officers
followed, ending the trial.
The poor
dumb bastard probably had to serve a few extra months thanks to my hearing
loss.
In another case I was
a key witness at a Regimental Court Martial while assigned to Ft. Dix, NJ.
I was
the 47th Infantry Regiment Heavy Weapons Instructor, but in my spare time I
built a training range for .45 automatic pistols. Regiment was pleased with the
training aid and let me be the first to instruct a trainee class on it even
though .45 pistol was small arms, not one of my assigned heavy weapons.
The course was eight hours, four hours of familiarization on
my new training range and four hours of target practice on a live round
range several miles away.
I signed out
for 40 pistols from supply, locked them in the trunk of my car and drove to the
range. My cadre [3 noncoms] placed one pistol on each of the
stands that I had built, 20 on each side of the instructor who stood at either
end The range was in a mowed field with a line of trees at one end that served
as a latrine during break.
The
company was marched in by a single cadre and placed on each stand, three
trainees to each. It was a 4-hour class with a 10-minute break after the
first two hours. The first two hours went smoothly, disassembly,
care and cleaning and reassembly.
After
the break I got into my second two hours of instruction, pistol grip, sight
picture, dry firing target marking, safety habits. While I was talking, I
noticed one stand was empty, and recruits crowded around the other
stands. It suddenly occurred to me that a pistol was missing!
I
stopped the class and put the company back in ranks. All were searched along
with field around the range, the trees. The pistol was not found. The company
was marched back to their barracks and put on restriction with no weekend
passes allowed. The investigation was turned over to Regimental Military Police.
Next day
I was told that night the culprit must have slipped on a bar of soap, fallen
down a flight of stairs and gone through the screen door at the bottom, without
bothering to open it. He was well cut up and bleeding. He then told the MP's
that he had buried the pistol in the field. The MP's made the Company prod the
field with bayonets and the pistol was recovered.
In my
trial testimony I established the crime: How many pistols I had drawn from
supply and how many I returned. I also explained that I missed the gun
immediately because I had built the range and knew exactly how many stands were
there.
After
the investigation, I was relieved of any negligence in the matter. (So, I
would not have had to pay for the lost pistol or get a blot on my military
record).
The
training Co. CO, a Captain, was removed from his CO job and disciplined for
negligence by sending his company out with only a corporal in charge, instead
of the usual several non-coms to watch over his flock.
The
private was given a dishonorable discharge for theft of Gov. Property and sent
to a Federal Penitentiary, I don't remember for how long.
I was
relieved to know that this .45 Cal Automatic pistol did not end up on the
streets of nearby NYC, and possibly used to kill someone.
For
training disassembly, the arm has a cloth mat about the size of a large table
napkin used to teach nomenclature. It has a picture of each part of
the 1911 .45 pistol painted in black. The student puts each piece
on the picture and learns its name. The mats also keep the parts clean.
I had drawn 40
of these mats, and one mat was also missing. I suspected that the pistol
was buried in the missing mat, and it was. When the gun was recovered, I kept
that mat as a souvenir for many years.
I was involved in two
other cases of stolen pistols, and handled them differently.
While in a reserve position during the
Korean war, we lived in tents about a mile behind the MLR. (Main Line Of
Resistance). In off times there was visiting between troops from a rifle
company and my platoon, a heavy weapons platoon. My men were all armed with the M1911A1 .45 cal. pistol which left their hands free to use their
crew served weapons. The pistols were the envy of the riflemen, who were
armed with the eight pound M-1 Garand.
One morning I was told that a pistol was
missing. I got the names of all the visitors and walked over to their company
HQ. to question them. All were out in the field on exercises except
one "on sick call". I found him on his cot and soon recovered the
pistol from the lump under his sheets.
Rather than have him arrested and go through
the long court martial procedure in time of war I decided to let his Company
Commander handle punishment.
The second stolen pistol case, also while
in a reserve position, I was approached by a Korean civilian who wanted to sell
a .45 pistol. I decided to set up a sting. Told him to bring all he had
so I could look them over.
When he returned I had the MP's there to
arrest him. Turned out that his pistols were all given to the local
Korean police force by the U S Government and I was being asked to buy our own
pistols back!
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