At 11 o'clock one morning last week, the heavy tread of a Chinese artillery barrage marched across a Korean hillside near the 38th parallel. Sitting in a slit trench, a U.S. private caught the blast of a shell exploding in front of him. A tiny, singing splinter drove through his skull and lodged in his brain. In the foggy depths of consciousness, the private heard his buddy screaming, "Medics, damn it! Medics!"
Eleven hours later, the private was resting comfortably between the clean sheets of a U.S. Army evacuation hospital near Seoul. The faithful medics had brought him down from his bloody...
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