From My Service in Korea, I learned…
Oscar Russell
(1991-1992)

Before deploying to Korea
During 1991, I was with the 3rd ACR. We were deployed to Kuwait in support of Operation Desert Shield/Desert Storm. In one action my Squadron was attacking the Ar Rumayia Airfield. I quickly used direct fire to engage and destroy an Iraqi Republican Guard D-30 Artillery Piece and captured 4 Republican Guards making them my prisoners. I was awarded an ARCOM with V device for Valor for this action. In June of 1991, I was awarded the “Order of the Spur”.
After performing combat duty in the Gulf War
I was reassigned to Camp Casey in Korea. My unit was Co. D, 2nd Battalion, 72nd Armor. One evening I left the local watering hole and was on my way back to the barracks. On the way I noticed this little girl. She was black, and I thought it odd for her to be on the streets this late. I approached her and asked her if she lived nearby. The child responded in Korean language, and this is when I realized she was Amerasian. She spoke little broken English. I decided to follow her to make sure she would be safe.
She entered an orphanage. Once inside and safe, I continued to my barracks. The thought of that little girl haunted me. I was determined to see if I could help. The next opportunity I went to the orphanage to offer whatever help I could.
My offer was initially met with caution but as time went by, they (people running the orphanage) became increasingly trusting in me to the point where I would read the kids bedtime stories and help tuck them away. The kids really looked forward to my visits, and I was tackled every time I walked in the door.
Thanksgiving
At Thanksgiving I marched the entire troop of orphans to the Battalion’s Dining Facility. As we approached the gate, the guard hesitated for a split second then realized, my company were just kids. I had 4 holding tight to one arm, 4 holding tight to the other arm, and one on the back of my neck. They had never been on base before, and I was determined to get them a meal and I had extra money.
The Mess Hall
When we walked into the hall all eyes were on us, it got quiet.
I expected to pay for each meal out of my own pocket. Then as I was taking out my wallet, one by one, the soldiers in the Battalion came up to the head count and paid for their meal. They came by our table and started interacting with the children.
I noticed some of the soldiers tearing up only to be followed by an outburst of fun and laughter. They wanted to know everything about the kids and how they could help. Shortly after, they started trickling into the orphanage.
Christmas
With Christmas coming, I wrote home asking friends and family to send clothes, books, crayons, and anything they could spare. The outpouring was magnificent. I brought the kids to the Base for Christmas dinner. This time, three on one arm, three on the other arm, and one straddled around my neck. The mess Sergeant said, “these kids do not pay” and then a repeat of our visit from Thanksgiving transpired.
Going back to the world
I was soon coming up on my return to the U.S. I could not force myself to tell the kids good-bye. I only asked my fellow soldiers to keep with the tradition and to help the children the best they could.
My chain of command became aware of my kindness and generosity.
I was awarded a Certificate of Appreciation from the Board of Governors of the USO, and $200 which I spent every penny on the kids. I received my third ARCOM for Meritorious Service and Volunteer work while assigned to the unit.
As I transitioned to go back stateside, I noticed soldiers that I had informed of the Orphanage were spending more time with the kids, so I slowly disengaged without saying goodbye.
I was also picked to spend time with a host family.
My tour of Korea was a learning experience, it was priceless.
If I could do it all over again, I would have held my kids one last time and said goodbye.


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17 is an interesting age, not quite a boy and not quite yet a man. During my 18 months in the 2d Infantry, I learned a lot about myself, structure, self-discipline, and teamwork. Many of those lessons, that took a while to take, and my experiences during my military service have served me quite well in life and the corporate world.



I never set foot on the ground until this Revisit Korea program. So what an honor and opportunity for me to visit South Korea, especially since I have a grandson that lives in Seoul and teaches English. I learned how much the Korean people honor our service to their country. There were young people and their parents that wanted to shake my hand. I was very impressed with how clean, beautiful and modern the country of South Korea is today. This trip was a dream of a lifetime and something I will always cherish. I was treated with such honor.






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I was a 22 year old, Korean American, a female US Army Officer in charge of a group of very seasoned KSCs and this was their very first experience working for a woman, someone who was half their age, without much time and grade and very “green.” They didn’t really know what to expect from me, never mind taking orders from me. I quickly realized this was a very difficult situation for the KSCs, who have traditionally reported to male leaders in a male dominant society and culture. I also realized that respect is not simply given but earned and this was a two way street. I had to first prove to them that I respected their contributions and commitment to the unit’s mission. We were able to do this through various field training exercises, team building and leadership training. Over time and collaborations, we were able to build mutual trust, respect and acceptance of each other. We accomplished many missions and tasks throughout the 12 months we spent together at Camp Humphreys. I can honestly say that by the end of my tour in Korea, we became family.

Army Signalman, Mike Reynolds, who was killed in my company area of the DMZ while stringing wire to our Guardpost Gladys, September 27, 1968 and new 2LT James Weeks, killed on his first patrol into the DMZ on July 20, 1968, both had family members reach out to me and we have become friends. I found Michael Rymarczuk’s mother, brother and daughter in Philadelphia and we became friends. I told Michael’s daughter, Micki, that her father was my DMZ Brother. She calls me and several of her father’s other Charlie Company, 3rd platoon buddies, her “uncles”, because her father, who was killed before he could hold his baby girl, was our brother. Earl Jeffery, WIA July 30, 1968 , also in my 3rd platoon, was flown home after being wounded and we never heard from him again. I found his daughter several months ago in Dennison, Texas. She told me, her father had just died last year and that even though he had survived his multiple wounds from that long night, he had limped all his life and had nightmares. I wish I had been able to find Earl before he died. I carry my DMZ brothers’ memories with me every day. I am proud we helped defend the people of the Republic of Korea from North Korean aggression. Whenever I have to make a public speech, or try a jury case in court, or have a serious doctor’s appointment, I carry my Imjin Scout patch, which I removed from my fatigue shirt, in my pocket. I would not trade that 55 year old faded green cloth patch for any other medal or military award. It says that I served in dangerous situations with some of the best men I have ever met. David Benbow, Statesville, NC (formerly Sgt (E-5) David Benbow, Charlie Company, 3/23rd Infantry, 2nd Infantry Division.
