Sixty-five years ago… I awakened to the sound of a huge anchor and chain clanking from the bow of our ship into the Yellow Sea. We ran up on deck and there, two miles to the east lay the Korean peninsula. It was a blue gray with low lying mountains covered with partial mist. It was so quiet and peaceful looking it was really hard to imagine all the butchering and killing that had taken place and was taking place. The North Koreans had stormed across the 38th parallel and pushed all the way south to Pusan at the southern end of Korea... As we approached the village we could see many people moving away. We responded by slowing down to let them get away. By the time we arrived at the village it seemed completely empty. Soon though we saw a little face peeking around a corner and the GI nearest to him had a pocket full of C-ration chocolate. He handed a piece to a little child. Soon there were more and more children getting candy. We had not seen little children for quite a while and it was great fun to get acquainted with them and keep them smiling. Soon we headed back to camp quite apprehensive about what kind of reception we would get. No one asked us how things went and we said nothing. That night no equipment was blown up. In fact from then on nothing was destroyed. Finally we began to realize that in the midst of all the murder and killing of war that we had gone into the enemy’s camp and made friends. And in this portion of the war there was now peace. This made us very proud.