This is a Korean War story about my Dad, a Sargent in the Korean War.
He had told me bits and pieces over the years, mostly when we were Deer Hunting in the cold Minnesota Northwoods.
My younger sister who is a writer got this from Dad a couple of years before he passed.
I Knew Him.
Rex Perry Blow, he was a rifleman. He was just a private, only up there for a few days on the front line, Bloody Ridge, thats the name it got because it was a nasty battle. This is a story about Rex Blow and I (Herbert J. B.). Rex and I met in basic training in Schofield Barracks in Hawaii, he was in the same company as I we did things together, socialized together. Before he came into army, he worked in Michigan building Greyhound buses. We met in Schofield Barracks. We went…
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