Glendale "Bugler" - Korean War Tribute

On Thursday, April 11th 2002, the United States Navy, Marine Corps, and Coast Guard will jointly present an extraordinary tribute to all Korean War Veterans and their families and to their moving example of courage, honor and commitment in the defense of freedom and our nation. This special day, to which the public is invited, will also salute those who serve in our nation's defense today. The all-day event will be held at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. It is titled "The Sea Service Commemoration of the Korean War." Host for the event will be Gen. James L. Jones, the Marine Corps commandant. Included in ceremony highlights will be a parachute jump by the Army's Golden Knights, flyovers by vintage F4U "Corsairs" (the workhorse of naval aviation during the Korean War), Army AH-64 "Apache" helicopters, Air Force A-10 "Thunderbolt II's, and Marine Corps AV-8B "Harriers" or F/A-18 "Hornets" flying in the traditional "Missing Man" formation.

In a more personal tribute to those who served in Korea, following are excerpts of a poem titled "I Remember the Cold," written by John Lennox, S/Sgt. 3rd Infantry in 1950-1951.

It was Sunday in 1950, the 25th of June.
"Pack your gear, men! You will all be there soon."
North Korea has invaded the South, we are told.
I forget names and places but never the cold.

"Where the hell is Korea?" I hear Daly shout.
"Don't give it a thought; we will make it a rout."
It was not that easy, we were soon to behold,
But most of all, I remember the cold.

Digging foxholes in ground made frozen
By the winds howling down from the Chosin,
Memories of the bugle, just before the attack -
Can we hold the hill or will they push us back?

The bugle blares. It means they are coming.
Flares light the sky. We see the enemy swarm.
They are soldiers like us, both brave and bold,
But most of all, I remember the cold.

Snow starts to fall, and the sky is gray -
Not a good sign, means no air cover today.
Get ammo and chow and put on your pack.
This hill out in front is today's point of attack.

I peer out my window and see the snow fall.
I see determined, staunch warriors standing tall.
We fought and won battles in god-awful places
- What troubles me now is I can't put names to places.

Our hair has turned gray now; our pace not so fast,
But it does not diminish our glorious past.
Time is the artist that has drawn our faces old,
But most of all, I remember the cold.

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