"Female Soldiers in The Korean Battlefield: One" I am a paramedic, but I am also addicted to machine guns

Yang Kaide's self-description:

1951 was the hardest year of our war in Korea, when I was working as a paramedic at the Logistics Branch of the 15th Army.

We have few bomb shelters in our branch, and enemy planes continue to bomb and kill us and the Korean people with germ bombs.

During the day, we wore gas masks, gloves, and foot holsters to pick up spiders, mosquitoes and other insects left by the enemy and came back to burn them, and took all measures to smash the enemy's germ warfare.

The supply of troops was difficult due to the blockade by enemy aircraft. At that time, whether it was the wounded or medical staff, there was only one and a half compressed biscuits per person per day, because there were no vegetables to eat, and many people suffered from night blindness. Our hospital draws a group of people to dig wild vegetables every day, and after the motherland transports some multivitamins and dried vegetables, the situation has improved.

At that time, the fighting was very fierce, and many wounded were sent every night, many of them seriously wounded who could not speak or move, and two or three comrades died every day.

When I was on night shift, I often dressed my fallen comrades with tears in my eyes and asked the stretcher class to carry them to bury them.

When I was on duty, I had to care for more than 100 wounded people, some of whom had to pick up urine, and some of whom had to go outside to relieve their stool.

When it was time to eat, they had to go to the gang room to carry two large buckets of food back, and some of the wounded had to be fed. Sometimes I had to go inside to help the guards wash their clothes, and once I washed sixty or seventy pieces at once, and the clothes were covered with blood, pus, and lice.

On a rainy day, the bomb shelter leaked, so I covered my raincoat for the wounded, but I was wet all over, and the leaders and the wounded rated me very well. In June 1952, my superiors awarded me a third-class meritorious service medal and a Korean military merit medal.

Our hospital was the focus of enemy aircraft bombing, and every night we came to throw flares, bombs, and machine gun fire.

Once the air raid shelter was half-collapsed, and her comrade-in-arms Hu Bingwen ran out to shout for everyone to hide, and the enemy machine gun bullet hit her in the chest, and she died on the spot.

A week later, Zhou Jiayan of my class was on duty, and while helping the wounded wash dishes, the enemy plane dropped several bombs, and the bomb skin passed through his right arm and right chest, and he was already killed when he was sent to the operating room for rescue. I felt bad when I thought about them.

On the eve of the Battle of Shangganling, the organization sent us to the forward troops to represent the commanders of the army to pay tribute to the officers and men. The chiefs called us to bring their GreatEr China smoke, fort smoke, lighters, etc. to the front and distributed them to the cadres and soldiers. Secretary Wang Zexin in the army took us to the 130th Regiment of the 44th Division of the Western Mountain, and Officer Wu took another group to the 45th Division of the Five Holy Mountains.

When we arrived at the 130th Regiment, Director Su of the Regiment Headquarters received us.

At night, we crossed the blockade line to 3 companies, the enemy machine guns kept strafing, flares hanging in the sky, searchlights swinging back and forth, as bright as during the day.

As soon as the enemy's machine guns stopped, we ran. Once when an enemy shell hit a rock, the bouncing stone bounced onto my calf and hit a large bag, when I was just 18 years old and didn't know I was afraid of death.

We crossed several blockade lines before we reached the 3rd Company, and the company commander instructed us to go to the nearest nameless height to visit the soldiers of the 2nd Platoon and said, "When you come back at night, you will sleep on these shell boxes, and don't touch the wrong place."

When I went to the 2nd Platoon, I saw that the soldiers were bitter and optimistic, and they said, and reassured the chief that all the weapons, ammunition, food, and water were ready, just waiting for a big battle.

I asked the warrior, "Where did the water come from?"

They said, "They all came from the ravine below." It is difficult to go once, and comrades are often injured or killed by the enemy. The enemy is also carrying water in this ditch, and we hit them.

Water, it's not easy to come by, so I don't wash my face or my hair there.

When I saw the machine guns on the position, because I had never hit a machine, you wanted to go up and fight, and the soldier said, "You fight, come down quickly, you can't let the enemy see you." ”

I finished firing and ran into the hole, and then the enemy machine gun came over. Later, I had to fight the enemy with machine guns every day with the soldiers.

On October 14, 1952, the Battle of Shangganling was fought. We came to a ravine with many bomb shelters on both sides of the hill, which could accommodate more than a hundred wounded.

Every night we were there to receive thirty or forty wounded, and a dozen bomb shelters were often full. The seriously wounded were transferred to the Yangde 3 corps hospital, and the light ones were left for treatment, and the wounds returned to the front line.

In addition to injections and dressing changes, we also have to feed the seriously injured three meals a day, and carry the wounded back to the to spread urine. Later, the enemy found that there were people in this ravine, and at night there were secret agents firing signal guns, and when they were on night shift, the guns and bullets had to be pushed into the chamber, and they had to run fast from this mountain to that mountain.

Every day I was so tired that I wanted to sleep, and once I went to the bomb shelter of the cooking class to get flour, and I fell asleep there so tired that I didn't wake up until the cooker called for dinner.

In February 1953, we moved to the East Coast Wonsan Port garrison. Wonsan is an important port in North Korea, where the enemy is ready to land, and there are unexploded shells and butterfly shells everywhere on the side of the road. At night, enemy planes often parachuted down spies, and once I went with Guo Xiaojiang to catch spies, only to see that there was a parachute rope on the tree, and there was no spy, and Ama ni told us that after the spies came down, they put on North Korean clothes, and no one knew them.

In addition to receiving our own wounded, we also receive the wounded of the Korean People's Army. Some of the wounded of the KPA did not change their shirts when they came, so I had to give him our shirts, and he nodded and said, "Gomashmida (thank you)!"

Once, when I was on duty in the medical area for the seriously injured, enemy planes attacked and blew up, shattering the air raid shelter in half, and I and a few wounded people in the cave were almost buried. I quickly escorted the most seriously wounded out of the cave and arranged it, and then ran to another hole to see a wounded member of the 60th Army. After being left behind in five battles, he hid behind enemy lines. His intestines were punched out five inches long, and we took him to the hospital.

He called my sister, and he said, "Sister, I gave you a needle that I made from the skin of an enemy shell."

I said, "What are you eating behind enemy lines?" How long? He said, "It's been almost a year, and it was the friendly forces who sent me here." ”

Later we took him to the rear hospital.

An instructor, the bullet passed through his chest, he was only 19 years old, because of excessive bleeding, I could I be type O blood, I gave him a transfusion, but he grabbed my hand and did not let go, waiting for me to go to the operating room to disinfect back, Guo Xiaojiang said: "Don't lose, he has already sacrificed."

When I was on the lightly wounded shift, I finished my meal every morning at dawn and took the wounded to the top of the mountain to defend myself. The enemy planes strafed down to shoot machine guns and drop bombs, and the pilot of the enemy plane could be seen maneuvering the plane, flying up the ravine, and we could not move on the top of the mountain until it was dark.

I attended a celebration meeting held by the military logistics in a large air raid shelter in a ravine, where a North Korean Ama ni with her child on her back sat on the rostrum, the wife of the internationalist fighter Park Jae-geun, and she spoke at the meeting.

When Park Jae-geun was carrying stretchers to transport the wounded of the volunteer army in the Battle of Shangganling, he was bombed by enemy aircraft and used his body to cover the wounded, and the wounded were saved, but they were sacrificed.

Soon, Wang Zhaozhen, director of the military logistics organization unit, asked me to visit the heroic model painting exhibition organized by the Volunteer Army Headquarters, and I saw many exemplary deeds of heroes and heroes, including the deeds of Zhang Jihui, a hero of the Air Force, and the wreckage of an enemy plane that was knocked down. After watching these exhibitions, I deeply feel that they are really amazing, they are both lovely and respectable people, and compared with them, I really have to work harder.

After returning to the institute, I went to work for a month, and when I was on duty, I had to take care of the treatment of more than a hundred wounded by myself, and I had to eat, feed, and feed water.

Later, the branch sent me and two doctors to visit the model hospital of the Korean People's Army. It took a day and a night of car to the People's Army Hospital and visited their operating rooms, pharmacies, etc.

In the middle of the meeting, I met several korean people's army cadres, who were ethnic Koreans, who were also soldiers of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, and also talked about Sichuan, who had been transferred back to the Korean People's Army to form the Korean People's Army because of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. They had fewer male soldiers and more female soldiers in the hospital, and all but a few leaders were female soldiers. Their bomb shelters were thick, wide and long, and the bombs couldn't penetrate them at all

On July 27, 1953, when we heard about the armistice, we all ran out and jumped around, happily celebrating the signing of the armistice agreement. In June 1954 we were ordered to leave Korea, where we had been fighting for more than three years.

The article is from the book "Female Soldiers on the Korean Battlefield".