This is Jocco Podcast Number 443 with Eco Charles and me Jocco Willink.

Good evening.

I come.

Good evening.

There are bodies of communist soldiers on the roads, bodies flattened by tanks, bodies without heads or arms

or legs, bodies beginning to decay with the warm spring sun.

I have actually had the experience of being forced to drive my jeep

over these bodies as we pressed forward in the attack. There was not time to even

remove them from the road.

Then there are the bloated carcasses of the Chinese pack animals adding to the awful stench.

Then there are the wounded and sometimes they seem worse than the dead because of the awful suffering many have to endure.

For days we kept running upon scores of our own American GIs who had been left wounded on the hills by their buddies when they had to retreat so fast.

They were taken prisoner by the Chinese, but because they had no

medical facilities or very inadequate ones, nothing was done for them. And when

in the turn, when in they in turn retreated, these men were left lying again on the hills.

When our infantry men brought them into our aid stations, the smell of their bodies was almost unbearable, and they knew it.

Every wound was filled with maggots.

It takes a strong stomach to stand near and try and say something comforting while an arm

perhaps hanging by a few shreds of flesh for days is caught off by a doctor trying so hard to be tender.

And incidentally, one doesn't have to tell those men that God answers prayers they told me in very vivid terms too.

And then perhaps the most pathetic of all sites we see are the little children, hordes of them,

wandering through the streets of a battered town

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