In a muddy foxhole in central Korea crouched battlewise Colonel William Harris, commander of the 7th Cavalry Regiment. The colonel was unshaven and bone tired; his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. A sodden G.I. blanket around his shoulders inadequately shielded him from the pouring rain. "This," said the colonel, "is the worst one we've had yet."
In the Hwachon Reservoir area, six miles above the 38th parallel, Colonel Harris' regiment was in a desperate fight for control of floodwaters—a scrap such as U.S. troops had not seen since the early...
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