"There's no such thing as a crowded battlefield. Battlefields are lonely places."- Alfred M. Gray
My name is Greg that is right no last name. I don’t need a last name being as one, I am dead and two I do not remember it. Not important to the story though. Yes I was a real man. I fought in the Korean War. A war that is forgotten except by those who fought in it, America has a tendency to forget their heroes.
I wasn’t a brave man. That would have been my best friend Alan Thompson; yes he is real too. He had three kids with his wife Emily, triplets. George, one of his sons had two kids, Mike and Kevin. Alan died after I did, bystander in a police shooting. Anyways forgive this old man for rambling I have many stories to tell. Not all of them are pleasant to the ear.
Whenever you think of war you think of the glorious battles, and the fallen. There is more to War than that. Nothing is ever what it seems. I was too young to fight for my country when the World War II was over but when I turned 18 I became a career soldier. By the time I was 20 I was being prepared by the army to go into Korea. I was actually a medic trained personnel. I wasn’t a surgeon though I did help out those who were.
I met those who became my brothers on the field, in my unit. I am still thankful that I served America by fighting for my brothers lives. Our lives were nothing like that show… oh yes… “M.A.S.H.”. We were on the front, moving back and forth only to end up along the same lines as before. It is a sad state of things.
I wasn’t a brave man. That would have been my best friend Alan Thompson; yes he is real too. He had three kids with his wife Emily, triplets. George, one of his sons had two kids, Mike and Kevin. Alan died after I did, bystander in a police shooting. Anyways forgive this old man for rambling I have many stories to tell. Not all of them are pleasant to the ear.
Whenever you think of war you think of the glorious battles, and the fallen. There is more to War than that. Nothing is ever what it seems. I was too young to fight for my country when the World War II was over but when I turned 18 I became a career soldier. By the time I was 20 I was being prepared by the army to go into Korea. I was actually a medic trained personnel. I wasn’t a surgeon though I did help out those who were.
I met those who became my brothers on the field, in my unit. I am still thankful that I served America by fighting for my brothers lives. Our lives were nothing like that show… oh yes… “M.A.S.H.”. We were on the front, moving back and forth only to end up along the same lines as before. It is a sad state of things.