Asleep In Fox Hole
I always thought this was a BS story, you know, an urban legend. Until I read this ...
In a book titled Cheers and Tears: A Marine’s Story of Combat in Peace and War. By LtGen. Charles
G. Cooper, USMC (Ret).
About the Author
Charlie Cooper, a 1950 Naval Academy graduate, spent 35 years as an infantry Marine. He
commanded infantry units ranging from a platoon in combat, companies, two battalions, one in
combat, a Marine Division, Recruit Depot, a major base, a Marine Barracks, D.C. (8th & I),
culminating in commanding all Marines forces in the Pacific.
He had prestigious staff assignments as well. He trained Reserves, taught new second lieutenants,
was an operations officer at regimental and division level, Marine Aide to CNO, Legislative
Assistant to CMC, served on the JCS and was Director of Manpower for the Marine Corps. Among
his awards are Distinguished Service Medal, Silver Star Medal, two Legions of Merit, one with
Combat "V" and two Purple Hearts.
From the book:
   "Within a day or two, Lieutenant Cronn radioed to tell me that we were to be relieved of the flank
security mission. He added that we should move to the highest peak in the chain of hills we had
been following. There, a patrol working its way up from the valley floor would meet us. Buoyed by
the good news, we moved out and arrived at the rendezvous well ahead of our climbing relief. As
we neared the peak, the point fire team suddenly froze. None of them were reacting the way they
did when they sighted enemy troops, but something was wrong. I moved forward rapidly, and in
seconds saw why they had stopped. Several yards ahead, at the top of the crest, were some 40
zippered winter sleeping bags. arranged in the random pattern of fatigued men seeking a good
place to sleep. Torn pieces of cloth and down lining flapped or gently swayed in the breezes. There
was no sound. WE just looked. The bags had been riddled with bullets and viciously torn open by
slashing bayonets. Occupying each was a grinning skeleton.
   "The identification tags were still fastened to their chains and remained in place around each
bony neck. These had been American soldiers: their platoon-sized unit unquestionably had been
annihilated while they slept. We carefully removed all the dog tags and radioed the exact location of
the remains. It was gruesome work. It was also a reminder of what can happen if cold and fatigue
are allowed to take over. Forty or so MIAs were now confirmed KIAs."

Submitted By;
Bob Caukins
1st Provisional DMZ Police Company
1st Marine Division, Korea, 1953 - 1954
Tall Tales
(Close This Window To Return To Previous Page)
So, what story did you hear in Korea that you thought was just too hard to believe?
Send it in and we'll see if anybody else heard the same, 'Tall Tale'.
Asleep In Fox Hole
   The story that was told to me went something like this;
Some GI's had fallen asleep in their fox hole one night. The next morning it was discovered that
their throats had been slit!

Slicky Boys Hung
Some slicky boys were caught stealing on a Turkish compound. As a warning to others, the Turks
slit their throats and hung them at the gate.

Submitted By;
Ken Leighty
A Co 2nd BN 72nd Armor
2nd Inf Div, 1967 - 1968
Send Story To;
(Close This Window To Return To Previous Page)
Do not send Slicky Boy Stories To This Page
Two 'Tall Tales!'
   When I arrived at my unit, I was of course taken down to the ville for the "mandatory newbie
"indoctrination briefing," whereupon all these "hardened veterans" of ROK duty shared their
combined wisdom with me.  Two of these stories scared me to the depths of my soul that evening!

1.  Two Stepper Snake!  I was told that to beware of the two stepper snake!  They were all over the
compound, the tac site, the ville and the rest of Korea as well!  Now this two stepper snake was
aptly named.  One bite from it and the victim would get no more than two steps before
collapsing....dead before he hit the ground, yikes!

2.  Black VD Island!  Although at any given time during the evening there were any number of
soldiers cavorting with the local "business women,"  I was warned that the black venereal
disease...a disease so nasty and impossibly incurable, was rampant in Korea.  I had already
watched the films down at the turtle farm prior to being sent to my unit, and that was frightful
enough, but I was told that the black VD was not even discussed at the Repl Depot because the
Army was ashamed of it, and afraid that if it got out and became general knowledge, sheer chaos
would ensue, so anyone who contracted the black vd would immediately be shipped off to an island
off the southern coast, there to live out their days as they slowly and painfully rotted away!  Then to
drive this point home, they said to keep my eyes open and I would see how certain guys would be
there one day and gone the next, and by golly they were right!  It takes a few weeks in country for
one to realise that guys were "DEROSING" back to "the world" on a regular basis, but prior to
coming to this realisation, the black VD kept claiming victims!!

Submitted By;
Sp Frankie Blea
C Battery, 1st BN 2nd ADA
1979 - 1980