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As dusk deepened on a Korean hill one evening in 1952, PETER BRAESTRUP, 2nd lieutenant, U.S.M.C.R., by way of Parris Island and Quantico out of Yale ('51), ducked into a bunker for a quick mug of coffee. During 5½ months in Korea, Lieut. Braestrup had moved mostly on the edges of war. All at once, in the bunker, he heard the chatter of gunfire and the shouts of his 30 marines on the hill. Chinese Reds were attacking in company strength. He ran out, shouting: "Pour it on, marines!"
Five steps later, he ran headlong into a Chinese grenade. Fragments tore...
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