Chapter Two: battle of Choi Camp
The war had just started five weeks ago, I had gotten wounded, and they said they needed me as fast as they could, for combatant reasons. So despite dealing with a sharp pain where I had been shot, and they said it was healed, I dealt with it. I was digging a small trench and information came that a possibility of America entering the war would be slim, despite them having been stationed farther south.
“They will be supplying the South though. That’s the only thing America is doing in this war.”
So the trench we had built was over a huge steep hill where another camp was, but was not ours. That was called Camp Choi, a group of Southern Soldiers who were war hardened veterans who took out a terror group a few years ago.
We finished the trench that night that we had started, and we were informed to stay there until instruction otherwise.
That night we sat in the trench and the small camp we had behind the trench. We spent the night talking about what we would do the minute we took Seoul. I would try Champaign found in the Seoul city. So several days passed waiting in the trenches, just chilling there. We could see a little bit of movement from the other camp on the base of the hill.
“They’re forming a camp defense to watch us. But we have the high ground. I bet they don’t attack us, but we attack them.”
The thousand of us were to make sure they don’t attack, and we started assigning men to make sure they don’t get close. The enemy was up to twelve hundred men but they seemed to have the advantage because of the war hardened soldiers.
We waited two days when suddenly as the month turned to September, at around 3:20 am, we heard a scream in the camp, around the trench. All of our men instantly got up, ready to fight. We then saw a fire, and this guy who was on watch was screaming.
“Help!” He was screaming and in intense pain, and Dr. Suk O-Choi ran to his aid, suddenly stepped on another land mine.
“They been up here!” someone yelled. “The enemy has obviously sneaked in, or there has been a traitor.”
The man burned in less than 5 minutes, but this already meant that we would have to engage.
“The enemy has managed to sneak over 20 mines here tonight, don't know how, but they have.” Said a general. “We attack at 1200 hours today.”
The night passed scaringly. Half of the camp couldn't sleep. We buried the body and placed markers.
“The supreme leader will be angry about him dying.” Said General Park.
General Park was a South Korean defector who was not as strong, or so we thought.
About 1130 hours we lined up in formation and the captain had it set up so we had the infantrymen in the front, marksmen in the middle, and the more experienced army men in the back.
“We charge the camp, and leave no mercy!” Said General park, who was still rattled by the death last night. At 1200 hours he gave the signal to begin the march down.
So we began to march down the hill, a 900 meter march. We watched the enemy start to prepare for a battle.
“Watch out!” I heard.
A mortar shell flew at us. The explosion took place in front of us, and hit the front row men, killing a couple.
“Keep going!” I said in a sharp voice.
I kept going, despite the shelling. We had 700 meters to go when I started to notice the men around me kept dropping. but they kept being replaced by men behind them. Others were being picked off as well, and I started to realize that I could be next. Suddenly, an explosion knocked me off my feet, and I was on my ass.
Blood was on my hands and face, and I was on the ground. The men kept marching. I decided to keep going ,despite being hurt. I had shrapnel in my knee, and it was hurting, The MG men then stopped at 400 meters.
“This is the best we can do, we can cover from here and you do the rest” They said.
So I kept going, blood going down my arms and my knee feeling shitty. finally, I noticed the amount of bodies falling.
“Oh my goodness” I said to myself, cringing.
Finally, we were within range of their infantry, who started firing with their guns.
“March!” our general said.
And we formed lines. I had my gun ready and aimed. We were finally within 100 meters,
He then yelled “CHARGE” and I ran towards their lines, they had sandbags up, and I started shooting.
The men by me were falling, and I was trying to do my job. I managed to jump on this guy in the blockade, and he was unable to get me off, I pulled my pistol and shot him in the face. I then started shooting at other people, and it was becoming noticeable that not many men were still with me. Sure, the MG men were shooting, but they were 400 meters back. Then suddenly I got hit from beside. The guy then punched me in the mouth, twice.
“Ouch, I’ll kill you” I said to the man, with blood coming out my mouth.
I then reached at his special place, and pulled it. He yelped, and then slapped me again, but releasing me from his grasp. I grabbed my gun, and he charged me, and knocked the gun out of my hand.
I then hit him with my fist, and he then said “Oh, you’re dead, my friend.” and he swung. I dodged it, and then grabbed his arm. I used all my might, and flipped him over. I then grabbed my knife and charged him.
He grabbed his, and stabbed me where my shrapnel was.
“GAH!” I said, and fell down, but I was within arms reach of my gun.
I grabbed it, and he froze in his place.
“You’re dead” I said, and pulled the trigger.
The bullet went through his abdomen and I quickly got up. But I realized the fighting was starting to subside and slow, but it was more of the Southerner men standing. I noticed that we were losing more men than we had. I grabbed my gun, and saw some of our men running away.
“No way; are we losing this?” I said.
I then saw the MG men falling back.
“Ugh” I said, and realized that I had a knife wound in my knee, right by the shrapnel.
I also noticed I had a bloody face, and bloody arms. I then said, “I gotta go.” And started to run. I never ran like that before, but I did. I ran past dead men, and dead bodies and wounded men. There was one guy begging me to help him back, but I just kept running.
I didn't look back, and finally I reached the trench, and then passed out on the trench edge, and others were running to me. I woke up a few hours later, with my knee covered in a bandage.
“We got the piece of metal out.” The doctor said.
“Where am I?” I said, noticing we were in a tent and feeling a bit hazed.
“We’re only 5 minutes from that battle scene. We had been on call since 1:15, as you guys had lost a lot of men. You were brave to stay and fight, I saw you running. You were one of the last to fall back, and one of the bravest men I’ve seen so far-” I suddenly passed out, the darkness gushing all over me.
The next day, I walked around camp. We had lost 934 men, and we were missing several other men.
“They didn’t return. We also spotted their men bringing the wounded to their camp.” A man said, with a bandage on his face.
“This war is not easy, do not expect to steamroll the south.” He said. I then squinted, looking at the battlefield below.
I could see several men being escorted to the enemy camp, I don't think we would ever see those men again. My knee was feeling awful, and my arm was also bandaged. my face also had a few bandages as well.
“Take these ibuprofen's each day twice. The pain will go away.” The doctor said.