A Korean War Christmas Story
“Home for Christmas” was the rallying cry as United Nations forces, spearheaded by American troops, were well on their way to clearing the entire Korean peninsula of Communist North Korean forces who had invaded South Korea in June, 1950. Then, in late November, in the dead of one of the coldest Korean winters on record, more than 300,000 troops from the Communist People’s Republic of China poured across the Yalu River and entered the war bent on the annihilation of U.N. forces and the installation of a Communist dictatorship for all of Korea. Within a few short days all hopes for a joyous Christmas were dashed. General Douglas MacArthur, the commander of all U.N. forces in Korea, said, “We face an entirely new war …”
Approximately 120,000 Chinese troops battered and besieged U.N. forces around the port city of Hungnam, in northeast Korea. When the U.N. command decided that the Hungnam area could not be held, a mass sea evacuation of troops, equipment and about 98,000 refugees began in mid-December.
It was a bone-chilling, dark, dingy day, and amid the clamor, the confusion, and the dockside noises accompanying a forced evacuation, my company boarded a freighter and we began a cold, forbidding, four hundred-mile journey to South Korea’s southernmost port city of Pusan. Upon arriving in Pusan, we clambered aboard an unheated train, plunked ourselves and our gear onto hard wooden benches and tried, unsuccessfully, to cover the broken windows, through which howled icy blasts of air. Our train would take us north, to the town of Kyong-ju, a seventy mile trip.
When we finally arrived at our destination, we were a cold, tired, unkempt, dispirited group. Even though we recovered from our strep throats, our colds, and other assorted ills, the awful memories of the suffering, the violent deaths, the brutal unremitting cold, and the destruction which we had witnessed and endured left scars that would never heal.
The days flowed on, one into another, and soon Christmas would be upon us. “Home for Christmas” was a forlorn hope, but we still hoped to be able to observe, in some small way, the birth of the Prince of Peace, here, in the midst of war. Then, the tiniest of miracles occurred! Someone, possible an archangel disguised as a comrade in arms, said that the Catholic church in Kyong-ju would be holding a midnight Mass and transportation would be made available for anyone who wished to go. Our prayers were answered, and we would be privileged to help celebrate Christmas in a very special way.
Before boarding the trucks that would take us to the church on that Christmas eve, we exchanged holiday greetings with our comrades who had been assigned to guard duty patrolling the company perimeter. It was a clear, cold, starry night; someone began to quietly sing, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.”
The exterior walls of the small church were pockmarked and some of the windows were broken. We noted with surprise that there were separate entrances, one for men and the other for women and children. The men of the parish entered through the door on the left and we followed them to the left side of the church where we sat on tiny wooden chairs. As the women entered through their entrance on our right, they covered their heads with white shawls, took off their shoes, which they placed in neat rows at the rear of the church, and picked up straw kneeling mats from a large pile that was stacked near the door. Infants were carried on the backs of their mothers, supported there by wide bands of cloth which were tied above their mothers’ waists.
While waiting for the Mass to begin, I glanced around and saw that the ceiling had many shallow cavities, each one marking a spot where a chunk of plaster had come loose and fallen. The church was unheated, but no one really noticed. An inner warmth radiated from the few candles on the altar and also from small, colorful silk banners which were suspended from the craggy ceiling. The banners, on which were written Korean figures, carried, we assumed, Christmas greetings. However, in deference to the American guests in the congregation, one banner proclaimed, in bright letters, “Mahry Xmas!” The spelling may not have been perfect, but the sentiments of those wonderful people was obvious and I, for one, would not have wanted it any other way.
A complete Nativity scene filled the area to the left of the altar, which was draped in silk and decorated with flowers and candles; a “real” Christmas tree, completely trimmed with tinsel, ornaments, and garland, stood on the other side of the altar. The sight of that beautiful tree set off a whole train of memories of another Christmas tree occupying, at that very moment, a place of honor in a warn, loving, caring home 10,000 miles away which was “Untouched by the evil that is war …”
Schoolchildren from the parish, ably and lovingly shepherded by Korean nuns, occupied tiny chairs at the very front of the church. The large, heavily starched, snow-white headpieces of the sisters stood in sharp contrast to our wrinkled, stained, and torn trousers and parkas, but such was the love and gratitude that was showered upon us that we did not, even for a moment, feel ill at ease.
At the rear center of the church stood an old, rickety, out-of-tune organ which was played by one of the Korean nuns. She accompanied a choir of schoolgirls who sang Christmas carols. Even though the choir occasionally sang off key, we knew what carols were being sung because we could, with some difficulty, recognize the music that was played and, while the choir sang in Korean, we sang with them, but in English. It was a riot of sounds, but to our ears it was positively joyous and — almost — heavenly.
Father Kim, the celebrant, said the Mass in Korean, but when it ended, he turned to face the congregation and, in halting English, extended, to the Americans in particular, his personal holiday greetings and then, in a final emotional gesture, he gave us his blessing. “The Mass is ended; go in Peace.”
Many Christmases have come and gone, but when the approach of winter heralds the beginning of another Christmas season, my thoughts and memories traverse the many years and the thousands of miles and I recall a very special Christmas in a tiny jewel of a church in Kyong-ju, Korea, and for one brief shining moment, the war is forgotten. I’ll never know what happened to Father Kim and his devoted flock, but I sincerely hope and pray that they have a truly Blessed Christmas.
Published 24 December 2015, by Norman Deptula in Star and Stripes magazine
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Military Humor –
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Farewell Salutes –
Michael Beazley – Kalkohe, NZ; RNZ Army, Vietnam
Louis Bonacasa – Manorville, NY; US Air Force, Afghanistan, KIA
Michael Cinco – Mercedes, TX; US Air Force; Afghanistan, SSgt., KIA
Dennis Condom – AUS; RAIF, Korea, POW
Willard Holmes – Dubois, ID; US Army Air Corps, WWII, PTO, Co. C/187/11th Airborne
Scott Jamar – Sweetwater, TX; US Army, Iraq, Chief Warrant Officer, KIA
Joseph Lemm – W>Harrison, NY; US Air National Guard, Afghanistan, KIA
Meadow Lemon III – Wilmington, NC; US Army, (Harlem Globetrotter)
Chester McBride – Savannah, GA; US Air Force, Afghanistan, KIA
Peter Taub – Philadelphia, PA; US Air Force, Afghanistan, SSgt., KIA
Adrianna Vorderbruggen – Washington, D.C.; US Air Force, Major, KIA
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Posted on December 28, 2015, in Current News, Korean War, Uncategorized and tagged 1950's, Christmas, family history, History, Korea, Korean War, Military, nostalgia, USA, veterans. Bookmark the permalink. 63 Comments.
This story touch my heart
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Thank you for reading it, Mary Lou.
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Really touching story. It really shows the best and worst of humanity in one Christmas.
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Thank you, Claire – the author really brings the story home I think!
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La Multi Ani 2016— Happy New Year 2016
Gândiţi-vă la trecerea dintre ani ca la o poartă. Puteţi să treceţi prin această poartă în noul an şi să luaţi cu voi doar lucrurile şi gândurile bune. LA MULŢI ANI!
Consider the passage of years as a target. You can go through this gate into the new year and to take with you only good things and thoughts. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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Wow. This is so beautiful! It made me cry!
Happy New Year HUGS to you and yours! 🙂
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Happy New Year to you and your neck of the woods as well!!
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A truly tear-inducing post. A beautiful, but unbearable memory.
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One we know he will never forget! Happy New Year, Hilary.
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Always nice to see Korea remembered, GP. I had a second cousin killed there. (Before I was born, so I never knew him). These days, it is a ‘forgotten war.’
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes it is, Pete. But some are keeping the memories alive. A new Korean War Memorial just broke ground in San Francisco!!
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Greet the new Year with confidence and without prejudices,
then you’ve already won half to the friends.
Novalis
Wish You happy new Year
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Happy New Year, Lis!!
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Tank you frohes neue Jahr 2016 liebe Grüße Kisses..
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Reblogged this on KCJones.
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Thank you, Penny. A pleasant combat Christmas story is hard to find!
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Korea is often forgotten.
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Yes, it is. That’s why I had to snag the story – a good Christmas tale and in Korea!! Thanks for stopping in, Derrick!
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The reason I don’t forget is that my late wife Jessica had two cousins whose father was killed there.
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Quite a valid reason. It may be forgotten, but it isn’t even over…..
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Heartwarming story! In the midst of the war, how wonderful to read about goodwill and kindness.
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I was lucky to come across it and very happy you took the time to read it – thanks!!
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I wonder if the church is still there. I do hope it is. A lovely Christmas memory.
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It would be interesting to find out if the church is still standing and any other people of the story, good thought, Ann!!
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I have had an internet search but can’t find anything definitive.
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I appreciate you going on the hunt!!
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Reminds me of the ‘ home for Christmas ‘ wishes during WWII ( a song , too , ” I’ll Be Home For Christmas ” , but the words were later changed to add ” if only in my dreams ” because the war dragged on year after year . ) , and the WWI ‘Christmas Truce’ stories . Christmas is an important marker in the year .
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Yes it is, Dan. Good comparison. Some people become depressed during the holidays, but here in combat, Norman had a Christmas to remember!
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What a memorable Christmas experience far from home. I’m sure it warmed their hearts.
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It’s great to know someone had a Christmas to remember in areas like those.
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Reblogged this on quirkywritingcorner.
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Thank you. The soldier knows how to bring you right into the story, doesn’t he?!
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Beautiful. A very special Christmas, indeed. –Curt
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Thank you for taking the time to read it, Curt.
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Always, GP.
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Reblogged this on My Daily Musing and commented:
A Christmas remembered during the Korean War. The military humor in the post are funny.
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Thank you for helping to keep these memories alive, Angel!! You certainly do your best.
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It is my pleasure, :). I love history.
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Yes, an excellent Christmas story. Let’s hope Father Kim and his flock are having a good Christmas.
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We can hope, John! Thanks for reading here today!
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Wonderfully written, because I can see everything and hear everything described. I could even imagine the scents in the air . . . .
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Yes, he did a great job with this story. One of the reasons I couldn’t pass it by!
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That was a wonderful Christmas story thanks. I hope you had a Mahry Xmas!
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I’m glad you felt the same way about it as I did!! Thank you for saying so!
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Great story GP…thanks for sharing. Makes one realize how fortunate we are. ~ Dave
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Thanks for coming by, Dave. This was one Christmas story I just couldn’t pass up!!
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I got distracted by ‘UN forces’. Those were the days. We need some ‘UN forces’ in the Middle East.
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I’ve always kind of doubted their power I’m afraid. Nowadays everything is NATO (supposedly).
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This is one of the best Christmas stories I have read in a long time. I will save it and read it to my family on Christmas Eve 2016. Thank you, GP! All the best wishes for the New Year!
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That is outstanding, Peter!! What a wonderful plan!
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Beautifully written.
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Yes, he did a great job of bringing us right to the scene.
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Thanks GP.
Touching stories as always.
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Thank you, Pierre! That means a lot!
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Thanks for sharing this one!
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Goes to show you, even in the worst of situations, Christmas spirit can prevail!! Thanks for coming by, Linda!
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What an amazing story. Christmas is a universal language. A place in the heart.
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I agreed. A warm feeling shared – wish it lasted all year!
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A great first story to read after my return from the Holidays.
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Yes, even they had a Christmas to remember! Thanks, Adam!
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Wünsche dir eine gute neue Woche lieber Gruß Gislinde
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Danke, Gislinde!
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