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Sal Conte built an exact replica of the box and brought it to our POW reunion in I was put in the cage because I helped organize a resistance group to fight back against our Chinese captors. We fought their indoctrination program. Probably somebody snitched on us, but the Chinese didn't have any trouble picking a guy like me. It didn't take them long to find out who was upset and who was sabotaging their training plans. Willie Ruff was in command of the resistance group and I was second in command. Bill Carter was third in command. One way or another we fought the Chinese from Day One.
There were prisoners who were collaborating with the enemy by brown-nosing them so they might get a little better food. Daily the Chinese gave us lectures on the glories of communism and the faults of capitalism. Some of the guys actually sat in there agreeing with what they were saying and then tried to preach it back to us. If they came in and said one thing, I counteracted them. For instance, one day a Chinaman came in and he talked to this black guy, Clarence Harris, about why he should be a communist instead of a capitalist. We were court-martialed after that. Ruff was the first man to go in. They also caged Ed Osborne.
There were Englishmen in some of the cages, too. I stayed in the cage from the first day of May in until the fourth day of December Ruff stayed there from the first day of April to the fourth day of December. Back to Memoir Contents Still Alive! They took mail privilege away from those of us who were being punished. They wouldn't let us receive mail or send anything out. They gave me one opportunity, but I just wouldn't do it. I only had one parent at the time and he didn't know if I was okay, although he knew I was missing in action and was captive.
Then along around March ofFrank Noel, a correspondent who had been captured, came to the camp. He was allowed to keep his camera and to take pictures. The Chinese thought the pictures could be used for propaganda. He sent it to the Department of the Army and they sent my dad a copy of it. Then they sent it to the Commercial Appeal newspaper in Memphis, Tennessee. That way everyone knew that I was alive. My dad saw the picture of me. I only got one letter from Dad, and two or three from my sister. She said that she wrote to me every day for two years, but I only got maybe three letters from her.
I looked around at all the death and dying and thought, "I wish there was something I could do. I did what I could with what I had. I treated their stomach worms with red pepper and hot water, which killed the worms and allowed the guys to pass them. I also treated the diarrhea with an old trick I had learned from my grandmother. I remembered that as a kid we had what they called flux, which was nothing but diarrhea. My grandmother would take a kernel of corn and burn it to a charcoal. She stirred it in water and anyone who had diarrhea would drink it. I thought if that worked, so would sorghum. I burned the sorghum, put it in a cup of water, and had the guys drink it.
Sure enough, it stopped the diarrhea. In the camp, I amputated toes that had been frostbitten. I set broken bones. If we could get some salt, I used hot salt water and rags to cleanse injuries or sores. I think they all had confidence in me as a medic. I hope they did. I did what I could with what I had, which was very little. I honed down a dog tag and used that to lance it for them. In one case, Lloyd Pate, who is now the president of our association, had gangrene on the bottom of his toes. I put his feet under my arms and thawed them out. I personally didn't get frostbite. I had two pair of socks army issue, and I guarded them with my life. I took one pair and put it under my armpits so they would dry as we walked.
Then if we stopped and my feet were damp, I took the wet pair off, put it under my arm pit, and put the warm pair on. I did that three or four times a day. The oddest thing I think I operated on was probably a large growth out of a guy's side. I didn't know what it was, I just knew it had to come out. He wanted it out. He kept telling me, "You've got to get it out. It's going to kill me. I didn't have any ether or anything to knock the guys out that I was operating on. They just had to endure the pain. It was not a pain killer, but it maybe made them not care that they were in pain.
If someone smoked enough of it, one thing it would do was knock him out and he would go to sleep. There were men in that. They put us in an annex there adjacent to the Reactionary Camp. They had a little stockade that housed 23 Americans and 6 Brits. Lloyd Pate was there. He had finally got taken out of the hole and was one of the 29 put in the annex of the Reactionary Camp. So was Gale Carter. The annex or "hole" was a building. They called it the hole because it was down below the compound. It had two rooms about 10x10, with a partition between the two rooms. There was a little kitchen area that had an underground fireplace with a pot on it. The 29 men were split up between the two rooms.
We were just stacked up. There was a brush fence around the building, but we finally stuck it in the fire and burned it to keep us warm. We got our food delivered to us from the Reactionary Camp. They brought it halfway from the camp and set it down. Then one of us would go get it. We hollowed out the end of the chogie pole—a stick we used to carry two buckets. We had a little hollowed out place with a plug in there and we called it the chogie mail. We guys in the hole were not allowed to have tobacco, but the men in the Reactionary Camp got issued a little packet of smoking tobacco. They all chipped in, put a little tobacco in a rag or something, and stuck it in our food. They sent both tobacco and marijuana.
Of course, anyone could get marijuana. They found that on work details everywhere. I saw some of the Spanish guys smoking it and I thought it was a substitute for tobacco. I saw them drying it, and at first I thought they were going to make tea. They called it tea, but then it finally dawned on me that it wasn't exactly what I thought it was. Back to Memoir Contents Entertainment We entertained each other. The first thing we did every morning was one room would wrestle the other one. Then at night we entertained each other. We put on a Grand Ole Opry. Ozzie Ed Osborne was a short, stocky guy who looked like Lou Costello.
He turned his cap backwards and did what he called the Carolina Stomp. He could tickle the daylights out of us doing that. Every time we saw it we laughed. Carl Livesay was a beautiful singer. We put on a show for each other. We had a lot of funny moments. Sal Conte used to do a little skit. He would get up and start playing imaginary pool as a pool hustler. He had a whole little skit he went through with us in the company. We cracked up watching that. He had a little moustache and everything--a typical Italian. While he was hustling pool, he had an imaginary table and he talked steadily like Minnesota Fats. Before we went in that hole--that compound there, the guys did a little of everything.
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We were not allowed outside of the building unless they took us out to go on work detail. We spent a lot of time discussing our lives back home. We knew everything there was to know about each other. There were no secrets among that bunch of guys. We knew each other so well we could be them. Will Ruff and I were talking at a reunion in Georgia one time. His mother raised him. I knew all the little details about him. At that same reunion, he said something about trouble with one side of his chest. Back to Memoir Contents Punishment within Punishment We were already being punished because we were in the annex, but we could also be punished within that punishment.
They could take us out of the group and put us back in the box if they wanted, or they could put us in what we called the hole. It was a turnip cellar. They would leave us in there for a week, month, whatever. We were in total solitary and pretty well in the darkness. Sometimes they would take us out, beat the daylights out of us, and then stick us back in--whichever they decided to do. They did that to me a time or two. The Chinese communists were big believers in self-criticizing. That was criticizing yourself publicly for anything you did wrong.
I refused to do it. Part of my charges when I was court-martialed was for refusing to criticize myself. Ed Osborne would criticize himself and make us laugh. The Chinese couldn't figure out why we were laughing, because he was saying such horrible things about himself. We were laughing at Ozzie's big bug eyes, his North Carolina accent, and the words that he used that were actually cutting the Chinese to pieces without them knowing it. They knew they were not going to indoctrinate us. At that point they left us alone. Well, I mean, they worked us, but basically they left us alone.
When we finally left there, they were as glad to get rid of us as we were to go home. I did the enemy more damage from the inside of that camp than I could ever have done to them on the battlefield. I disrupted a brainwashing program that they had the best minds in Russia and China come in to apply to the Americans. I disrupted it and that nullified it all. I destroyed their property. I disrupted their communication system. I burned several Chinese buildings and got away with it. I disabled their vehicles. I used to take nails and put them in poles, then hide them in the dust on the narrow road that came through town.
When their trucks came across the poles, thy got a flat. They had to stop and change that wheel, which stopped the whole convoy. I kept morale going for a hundred men by acting stupid and trying to be funny. It didn't have a name or number--we just called it "the hole" like we did all the places like that. Lost Camp was a POW camp for pilots only. Lost Camp had been there for three years and it was fairly decent. There were several wooden buildings and they had built tables for the eating facilities. Our quarters were an old converted school building with wooden floors--which was better than dirt floors. There were other typical Korean huts around, and even a Chinese headquarters there in a mud hut.
The camp housed all officers, and they were well disciplined. They kept the place neat and clean. It was the best camp I had been in all that time. An Air Force commander named Lt. Colonel Brown was the ranking officer there. There were about 30 officers all total. Some of them had been there two years and some of them only two months. Some of them had been there almost three years. We stayed there until the war was over, and then they moved us up with the guys in the Lost Camp and we were repatriated with them. We spent a week with them the last week we were in that area.
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Then we got on the trucks and went to Kaesong to be released. This stands out in my mind. We had never received a Red Cross package during our captivity. The Chinese didn't permit that. The only Red Cross thing that we got there was the day before we left the Lost Camp. Some Red Cross representatives were permitted to come—not into the camp itself, but into the Chinese headquarters. They brought a soft little Red Cross bag for each of us that had toothbrush, razor, soap, and comb. It had toiletries, in other words. It also had a folding towel. In fact, when we crossed the demarcation line, that towel is all that Will Ruff, Sal Conte, and I were wearing. Everything else we threw away.
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