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" . . . Even as [the Marines] aimed and fired into the fields, and at the shadowy figures dodging along the embankment below, children appeared among them--children gentle and tiny and wide-eyed as they fastened themselves to the men who first ignored them . . . then dug them their own little foxholes and expertly adapted helmets to fit their baby heads. No one ever knew where they came from, or later, after the company came down off the hill to attack [Seoul] itself, where they went--but while they were atop the hill, holding their ears against the racket of gunfire, they were members of the company--and welcome. [Korea, September 1950.]" This Is War!, p. 89. |
