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CHUTISTS FIGHT A COSTLY BLITZ |
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Sparks sees Cream of G.I.s Shot
Down in Forward Drive. (This is the account of the "Battle of
Inje", by Pulitzer prizewinner Fred Sparks, that appeared in the Chicago
Daily News on June 4, 1951) |
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WITH
THE 187th PARACHUTE REGIMENT, Korea --- For nine days this regiment of
paratroopers attacked the Chinese foe. In a dashing move they drove a
wedge into the tail of the retreating Communists, capturing and killing
thousands. |
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To hold open an escape corridor
north of Inje, the Chinese organized strong defensive positions and halted
the paratroopers. In an ugly battle (which I followed from the day it
began) many paratroopers, the very cream of our military youth, were killed
or wounded. These tough lads are trained to jump out of planes;
instead, here they have been motoring, hiking and mountain-climbing to catch
the Chinese. UNTIL NOW,
for logical security reasons, I could not write that the Jumping Joes were on
the line. By today, the Oriental foe knows (Ouch) that paratroopers are
shooting at them. So it's no longer hush-hush. |
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Parachuting around this part of
Korea, with its thousands of rocky peaks, would be like tap-dancing
barefooted on a spiked fence. The previous two jumps the 187th made
here were in pancake terrain. I was at 10th Corps Headquarters six days
ago when General Edward Almond, his military sixth sense working overtime,
guessed correctly that Mao's mobsters were winded. Their great spring
offensive had bled itself against unbreakable ramparts. He ordered the
paratroopers, then in reserve, to make a dramatic 60-mile motor march through
Inje to the town of Kansong on the coast of the Sea of Japan. This
would be an end around run through the Red badlands, actually behind a main
body of Chinese and North Koreans, which were still south of the road that
their rapidly retreating were to use. Thousands of Communists in the
eastern part of South Korea figured Almond would try to get back to their
cozy collective cribs in North Korea via Kansong. |
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STANDING in
a rice paddy, in a steady downpour, I heard the troopers told:
"Get your vehicles on the road. The convoy will be 12 miles long,
spiced with tanks. Keep going! If your jeep is shot up, push it
off the road and climb into the next one. Don't delay! Delay
might mean disaster". Parachutist Gen. Frank Bowen told me:
"This is a typical Airborne operation...on wheels instead of
wings." Get the big picture around Inje: Chinese were retreating
north along several roads -- like a line of ants -- which cross at
Inje. The lead battalion of paratroopers drove right up the same road,
shoving the surprised Chinese into the ditches. They actually ran down
many! By moving so fast they prevented enemy mine-laying units from
operating. Then -- trouble -- and our casualties began.
Apparently the Chinese sniffed a plan to cut through them. Other
battalions had to run an actual gauntlet. Chinese got on the hills on
both sides of the narrow road and zeroed-in machine guns and artillery.
In one instance a fanatical Chinese stood on a cliff and simply dropped a
grenade down on a jeep. I saw mortars bursting on the road behind my
vehicle. Scores of vehicles were knocked out. Chinese snipers
wearing green uniforms and using no-flash rifles peppered us at will.
They couldn't be seen in the thick growth. |
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One jeep driver ahead of me
quietly slumped over his wheel, a sneak bullet in his right ear.
Several "Suitcase Charlies" -- fanatical Chinese carrying
valise-shaped explosives -- ran up to a few tanks and tossed their packages
between the treads. But like a covered-wagon train in the wild west
Indian days we pulled our way through the comparatively primitive foe. |
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THE CHUTIST
never got a break. The heavens simply wept. The roads were huge
mud pies. A bridge was washed out, forcing the convoy to crawl.
At one point we made 8 miles in 10 hours. Part of the motor march was
made at night. Whew! Riding through mountain valleys after dark
with positive knowledge that an armed enemy is on both sides of the road is
hardly calculated to lower your blood pressure. I can now author a book
entitled, "I was a Duck in a Shooting Gallery." |
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BARRELING
up the road to Inje, the chutists collected straggling Chinese. One lad
went off the road a moment and saw four Chinese cooking rice. He
pitched a grenade right across home place and broke up the dinner.
During a pause another Jumping Joe caught two Chinese swimming in a
brook. Like the old swimming-hole trick, he simply collected and sat on
their clothing -- and waited -- until they peddled in for capture. The
paratroopers traveled as lightly as escaped convicts. Typical
attire: Weapons, ammo, jump boots, fatigues, toothbrush and comb and
their wicked "jump knife", a snapping affair ordinarily used to cut
away chute lines when you dangle from a tree -- used for more deadly purposes
in this operation. YES, MANY of these fine lads, picked for telephone-wire nerves as well
as bulging biceps, will never come down that winding road from Inje. |
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Blitz technique means condensing
ordinary infantry fighting into a few furious days. You lose more men
quickly that way, but in the long run you might lose less. Furthermore,
the Airborne is a "hold until death" outfit. It is the
infantry plus that added something that makes elite troops like our Marines
or the British Commandos. PERSONALLY I believe that if they had been so ordered, the chutists
would have got through to the coast...they would have kept going as long as
one man could stand. One company, loaded a convoy and headed north out
of Inje (still seeking the sea) made four miles. It then ran into
thousands of Chinese dug in around and over the road. The chutists gave
not one inch of this drenched Korean soil. They stood pat until relief
columns with tanks walked up on both sides of the road just before dark.
Several troopers wounded in one hand kept firing with the other. An
artillery liaison officer radio-directed the cannon (inside Inje), while
lying on his stomach, under a tank, with 10 shrapnel chunks in his
body. The Paratroopers physical stamina kept them going with hardly a
wink for five days -- another testimonial to brass-knuckled training.
Even after the drive to the sea was canceled (Kansong later fell to another
U.N. force which advanced up the coast line with naval support) morale
remained as high as a Hollywood starlet with a freshly inked five-year
contract. They sought no chair-borne jobs when they asked for
Airborne...a shooting war is their career. When the Chinese fanatics
attacked, one group screeching "Shanee" (Peipingnese for Banzai)
the paratroopers screeched back "Airborne". |
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PERSONALLY
my pigeon chest is stuck out as far as it will go. I am proud to have
been with the paratroopers in this end-run operation and see them pen yet
another classic chapter in their adventurous archives. I sniffle a bit
when I think of those chutists who died around bloody Inje fulfilling their
assigned mission. |
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Ed note: Cpl. Rodolpho (Rudy) Hernandez, from G-187th RCT, was awarded
the Medal of Honor for his action against the enemy during the Battle of
Inje. This article was reproduced from a flysheet, (handed out to me,
Leo Kocher) and most of the 187th troopers that participated in the “Battle
of Inje.” |
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Copyright © Leo F. Kocher |
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G-511th Airborne |
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