Steve Featherkile said:
During the blizzard of February '78, in South Korea, while a Navy Corpsman serving with the Marines, I flew into Chin hae in the back of a C 130, took a 6 by to the railyard, climbed into a wooden, yes wooden coach that had no heat. We spent about 6 hours in that coach, using the heat tabs from our C-Rats to make hot chocolate, and to warm our hands. Finally, the Army hooked us up to a wheezy old 2-8-0, yes, we were in a wooden coach being pulled by a 2-8-0, how cool is that? I’ll tell you, it was cold!
I’m guessing the Army hooked up the steam heat, because that old wooden coach finally warmed up to just above freezing.
After a 5 hour journey, we pulled into the railhead at Pohang, on the east coast, about midway from Chin hae to the DMZ. At least 20 kts of wind whistling down the tracks. Another 6 by.
I love the Fleet Marine Force (FMF).
After a half hour in the back of that 6 by, we arrived at our destination, a large GP tent pitched about 50 yards from an unlighted, uncontrolled runway. Essentially, this was just 11,000 feet of reinforced concrete, about 50 yards wide. The only other structure to be seen was a burn barrel with about 6 people standing around it.
By this time it is 0200, 20 kts of wind blowing snow, and damn cold. Being nobodies fool, I advanced to the fire and said, “Now I know what FMF stands for, Freezing Mother…F…kers.”
One of the gents at the burn barrel had the star of a Brigadier General on his collar. Coffee spew. He was laughing so hard he could barely stand. “Thanks, Doc,” he said. “I needed that. I’ve never heard it said quite so eloquently.”
Steve,
I for one can fully appreciate your story having spent 13 months one winter in South Korea.
Walking our dogs (security) dusk till dawn no matter the temp or wind unless it dropped below
20 below. The only place we had snow there was on the north side of the buildings.
Good ol’ days, glad there gone
Rick