In January 1953, who should I see coming into the Battalion one day-none other than my good friend, Charlie. My assignment in Korea was with the Eighth Army Headquarters Battalion in the Communications Company stationed in Seoul. In his short time that he was there, he met a Bahamian girl named Deidre, and they agreed to write to each other.
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After his training, before being assigned, he was offered a free cruise from New York to Nassau, Bahamas to help film the trip for promotional purposes. Upon graduation, he was sent to New York for training to be a combat photographer. Charlie wrote on his OCS application that he had some experience in photography. After a short stay in California, I was shipped out to Korea in December 1952. His class was a month behind mine, but we saw each other on occasion and when I graduated, we said goodbye not knowing if we would ever meet again. He had grown up on a farm like me and we became good friends. While at Camp Chaffee, I met a fellow from Kansas named Charlie Gardner who was also accepted to the same OCS program. After arriving in California and knowing I would be going to Korea, I decided the to break the engagement. She was the same sweet girl but my feelings for her had changed. The adage “absence makes the heart grow fonder” did not work for me. It was not until I graduated from OCS on April 23rd, 1952 and on my way to an assignment in California that I would see her again. After basic training but before reporting for OCS I was able to spend a few days with my fiancée. While in training I applied for and was accepted to attend the Officer Candidate School (OCS) in Fort Monmouth, New Jersey. I was sworn into the US Army on Februand sent to Camp Chaffee, Arkansas for basic training. I had no choice but to drop out of school, leave my fiancée and return home. A phone call from my parents in January 1951 informed me that the draft board had called me to serve. At the time the United States was being drawn into the Korean War. There I went to a Methodist Youth Fellowship and met a pretty girl from Iowa, who was studying to be a nurse. After high school, I went away to college where I stopped attending church meetings and slid right in with ungodly friends.Īfter two years and not having any money, I chose to attend a vocational school in Omaha, Nebraska. Though brought up in the Methodist Church and baptized as a baby, and confirmed as a teenager, I was not saved. I was born in Kansas on February 5th, 1930, one of nine children. “O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out” (Rom.
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