From My Service in Korea, I Learned – By Samuel Perry
I was working as a teacher in a small rural school in southcentral Kentucky when I received my invitation to serve in the American armed forces. Although I could have obtained a deferment from the draft board because of my job, I did not, preferring to serve my country instead as a citizen soldier. I reported for duty in September 1962 and received Basic Combat Training at Fort Knox, Kentucky followed by eight more weeks at the Military Police School in Fort Gordon, Georgia. Following graduation, I received orders for Korea.
On February 5, 1963, I boarded the troop transport, Gen. Hugh J. Gaffey, and embarked for Inchon, Korea with stops enroute at Pearl Harbor, Yokohama, and Taiwan. On February 26, 1963, after 21 days at sea, the ship entered Inchon harbor in the middle of a ferocious and blinding blizzard and was struck midship by a South Korean freighter. Chaos ensued as the hundreds of troops on board were hastily evacuated onto landing craft. The freezing temperature, blowing snow, and confusion during the landing made my arrival in country an event that seared into my memory and is something I have never forgotten. I shiver just thinking about it. At the Army Support Command (ASCOM), we were fed and given as much hot coffee as we wanted and bedded down for the night. The next day, we were dispersed by rail to our temporary duty stations. Mine was at Camp Humphreys, a dirty little Army post located outside the town of Pyeongtaek. There, I spent three days before being trucked in the back of a deuce-and-a-half to Camp Huston, a Nike-Hercules air defense missile site some four miles west of the town of Yeoju on the Han River. Camp Huston was under construction and was the HQ of Delta Battery, 4th Missile Battalion, 44th Artillery. Military Policemen provided security.
Although my MOS was 951 and I had been trained as a Military Policeman, my duty as such ended when the 1st Sergeant learned that I was a college graduate and knew my way around a typewriter. Soon, I found myself sitting at a desk in a warm Quonset hut, out of the fierce Manchurian wind, pecking out numbers on the Morning Report and typing up letters from the Battery Commander. a physical fitness fanatic named Capt. Cole B. Whaley. However, my desk job did not exempt me from those arduous runs and endless side-straddle-hops he ordered for all personnel.
Capt. Whaley rotated back to the States and was replaced by Capt. Leo P. Hobbs, a West Point graduate and Army Ranger. Although now deceased after a long career in the Army, Capt. Hobbs, became, and remains, one of my heroes and I will be forever grateful to him for serving as a role model at a time when I most needed one.
In June, Captain Hobbs asked me if I would like to get out of the office for a few hours each day and teach school again. The new commander of Eighth Army was revisiting an old Army program to improve relations between the Army and local communities and needed soldiers of exemplary standing to serve as boots on the ground. I jumped at the chance and following a crash course in the Korean language, soon found myself on the faculty of Yeoju Primary School. Another soldier was being sent to a similar school in I’chon, two miles east of Camp Huston. His name was Sgt. Dale Perkins, who was later KIA in Vietnam.
My mentor, and South Korean counterpart at Yeoju Primary School, was Mr. Park Kyong Sik, and I learned much from him about Korean culture, student behavior, and the rigid code of conduct that governed the children. I must have done a good job in the classroom because as the new school term began again in September, I was asked to move up to the high school level. I then started teaching at Yeoju Girl’s Home Economical High School, under the supervision of Principal Yun Suk Je. I taught there until I rotated back to the States in February 1964, serving in that capacity while also continuing to work as Battery Clerk.
My work in the Korean school system required not only classroom instruction, but participation in teacher meetings. There, I got to know my fellow teachers personally and learn of the challenges they faced in restoring the educational framework that had been demolished by the war. As a Seonsaeng Nim (Honored Teacher), I also got invited to social functions and celebrations. Through these, I learned to appreciate the rich Korean heritage, the spicy cuisine, and especially the music, which to most Westerners probably sounded like noise. Not me, though. I loved it. Most enjoyable of all my activities, however, were the visits to the homes of my students.
My active duty in the Army ended in September 1964 and I returned to civilian life as a Reservist until 1968. However, I continued to regard myself as a soldier, becoming a charter member of an American Legion post in Arizona and a charter member of a VFW Post in Kentucky when Korea veterans became eligible for the Korea Defense Service Medal. At the latter, I served in many offices at the Post, District, and Department levels.
Six decades have passed since I returned home from Korea. My career as an educator was a rewarding one and I officially retired from the teaching profession after 31 years. Thousands of young faces have graced my classrooms, and I have spent countless hours counseling and seeking to serve as a positive role model, much as Capt. Hobbs did for me. But I have never forgotten the seven months I taught in the South Korean school system. Shortly after I returned home, Peace Corps volunteers arrived at the schools. They were followed, in turn, by American teachers of English who labor there to this day.
The Republic of Korea today bears no resemblance to the fledgling nation I saw when I served there. When I see photos of Seoul or any of the countryside there, I have to force myself to accept that they are real. So much has changed. Camp Humphreys has morphed into something hard to recognize. Camp Huston is long gone. I suspect that the students in the schools are also different. They are products of modernity. It was their grandparents, the ones I taught, the ones who had witnessed the horrors of the North Korean invasion, the ones who had to endure classrooms heated by charcoal burners on frigid winter days, the ones who walked four miles along rice paddy dikes to get to school, the ones who competed for allotted spaces on the school roster, and the ones who listened intently to tall Americans in green uniforms who sought to show them that soldiering was not always about waging war.
I fell in love with the Korean people while I was there and that love is as strong now as it ever was. Arirang still brings tears when I hear it and kimchi is still one of my favorite foods. When I looked out from the door of my barrack on that day in 1963 and saw a bleak land of bare mountains stripped of vegetation by the ravages of war and villages of mud huts, thatched roofs, and dirt roads, I thought I had stepped back into the 15th century. But that landscape is no more. The incredibly strong, dedicated, and patriotic men, women, and children who lived there at that time have worked hard over the past sixty years to rebuild their nation and have bequeathed to future generations a homeland of which anyone could be proud. I am just so happy and thankful to have played a small part in the transformation.
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I was sent to Air Police Tech school and assigned to Strategic Air Command Headquarters at Offutt AFB. Due to a physical profile change, I applied and was accepted at the Defense Information School Radio, and TV course at Ft. Ben Harrison, Indianapolis. In November 1967, I received orders to report to the 6314th Headquarters Support Squadron at Osan AFB. I was detached and assigned to Headquarters Armed Forces Radio/TV in Seoul. For the next 13 months, I was a DJ with a daily show from 9am to 1pm. Living in a Korean War Quonset hut was a real experience. Diesel heaters and sweat boxes.
My journey with the Republic of Korea began with an assignment I eagerly embraced, volunteering for service in 1982-83. I joined Headquarters and Headquarters Company (HHC) 2nd Infantry Division (2ID) Aviation Battalion, flying UH-1H helicopters as an Instructor Pilot out of Camp Casey (H-220). A stroke of serendipity, or perhaps fate, intervened shortly after my arrival at the “Turtle Farm” (Assignment HQ) in Yongson, North Post. Major Paul Hinote, the S-3 in 2ID and a former colleague from my Ft. Rucker days, specifically requested my transfer to 2ID rather than my original posting with the 52nd Avn BN at K-16. And so, my path led north.
Brigadier General (Ret.) Chris Stockel currently serves as the vice president of the Civil Affairs Association Western Region and the senior U.S. civil military operations (CMO) advisor to the Korean Battle Simulation Center (KBSC). He commanded infantry, special forces, and civil affairs units, culminating at the one-star level as commanding general of the 351st Civil Affairs Command (CACOM) in Mountain View, CA and as the acting Combined Forces Command (CFC) C9 (civil affairs), Korea.
Harold Kwon retired from the United States Army Reserve in June 2014 as a Colonel, having served as Deputy and Acting Brigade Commander.
