I was a brave American GI, and I always felt invincible for nothing else, just because the army I served in was the famous 31st Infantry Regiment, the famous Polar Bear Regiment. Our regiment was established in 1917 and participated in the Battle of Mariana and the Battle of Leyte Gulf and many landings, making great contributions to the victory of the Allies. Even in the bloodiest battle of Okinawa in the Pacific theater, we took a lot of credit.
The Korean War broke out in June 1950, and the U.S. military officially entered the war on June 27. When I got the news, I was looking forward every day to when I would pick up a gun and go to war, and then fantasized that I had made a great achievement, won the highest honor medal of the US military, and then became a hero and made everyone proud of me. Unexpectedly, this day came soon, and I went to the battlefield as I wished, but the battlefield was a little different from what I imagined.
At the end of November 1950, I came to the Korean battlefield with the troops, I remember that I was sleeping at night, and I was suddenly awakened by the sound of gunfire, my first feeling at that time was excitement, I felt that it was finally time for me to show my skills, I got dressed and picked up the gun and rushed out, but what I saw was indeed falling down one by one, I was scared stupid at that time, I didn't know what to do. At this moment, a shell landed next to the soldier next to me, and the shell exploded instantly, and the soldier was also blown up with blurred flesh and blood, and the blood shattered my face. I was so frightened that I collapsed to the ground, when the ensign came over and slapped me twice in the face, and he told me to get up quickly and prepare to fight back!
Following my comrades, they began to organize a defensive line, but they did not fight with us at all, they left only a few fighters to lead us head-on, and the main force outflanked us from both sides. At night, their various combat groups used formations and features to approach our defenses, throwing grenades from windows into the room and sweeping them with machine guns. Their tactic is something I've never seen before, it's like suicide tactics, they cover their teammates approaching our defenses with their lives, then pull out the grenades in their hands, throw them into our defenses, some directly tie the grenades to their bodies, pull the incoming line, then jump into our defenses, and finally die with us.
This group of volunteer soldiers was completely different from the Japanese soldiers I had seen. In the eyes of the Japanese soldiers who charged at us, I saw their eyes: although they were charging at us, they were actually afraid of death. But I didn't see the slightest fear in the eyes of the volunteer soldiers, who were bent on dragging me to hell. They have a tacit understanding between them, superb technology, full of fearless courage, everyone wants to die with me, they are not afraid of death at all. It was completely different from the war I imagined, I completely gave up resistance, I threw my gun on the ground, curled up there crying with my head in my hands, when my teammate next to me patted me and said, "The order to retreat has been given, hurry up!" I was overjoyed and glad that I had finally escaped hell.
I got into a military truck and fled, and just as I was glad I was alive, I suddenly saw white smoke rising from several cars next to me. Then it began to burn, and the soldiers inside began to wail in agony, until they were burned alive, and the wailing did not stop. It turned out that it was this group of volunteer soldiers who captured our arsenal, and they used our white phosphorus grenades as ordinary grenades. I silently prayed in my heart that I would not let the white phosphorus grenade fall into our truck. In fact, I think it's quite ridiculous to think about ourselves, we used to use white phosphorus grenades against others, and now others treat us in the same way, we condemn them, it's really ridiculous.
On the way to the retreat, we were ambushed a lot, they were like night devils, they would appear out of nowhere, and then kill us, and the only thing I could do during the whole retreat was run. I don't know why I'm here, and what is the meaning of this war? I don't even know where the enemy is. At this time, I don't want to be a hero at all, I don't want the highest medal of honor, I just want to go home!
Later, I was captured by them, and I thought that they would abuse me, deny me food, and make me do high-intensity hard work. But what I didn't expect was that they not only didn't abuse me, but also gave me food. I remember that it was Christmas, and I was holding a picture of my family and thinking that there was no way to eat turkey with my family this year, but I didn't expect that when I ate at noon, it was turkey! To my surprise, we were eating chicken here, and they were eating potatoes that had frozen into ice. They also promised to send me home when the war was over.
In July 1953, they told me that the war was over and they wanted to send me home. But... I don't want to go back at all now, I think this is my home, I want to follow them back to China, I want to see that brave and benevolent country...
Long live the Chinese People's Volunteers!!!
This story is based on real history