[I was asked to describe the Cheju compound break-in in more detail]
It turned out that the fellow who broke into our compound was an
off-duty ROK (Republic of Korea soldier). Apparently he had broken in to
steal patches for his rifle. I only knew this after the fact. After
I captured him, I took him to our senior sergeant, Staff Sergeant Cook, a salty
fellow who had been a member of Carlson’s raiders in WWII. He began beating this fellow with his fists. I tried to get him to stop,
telling him that was enough. He told me that if I interfered, I was
next. I was only a PFC at the time, maybe a corporal, and was 18 or 19
years old. This was 1953. I don’t know how old Cook was, but he ran that
little compound on Cheju-do.
After he was done he told someone (not me) to drive the ROK
soldier to the ROK compound and release him. The other ROKs, ROKs who might
also have been stealing from us, would see the beating this fellow had taken
and leave us alone. The ROK wanted to take his rifle along, but Cook
wouldn’t let him. I can’t remember how the rifle was returned.
Perhaps Cook had a ROK officer or NCO retrieve it.
Our base commander wanted to give me a commendation for
capturing the ROK, but Cook talked him out of it. Maybe thefts had been
recurring frequently and Cook didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that no
previous perpetrators had been captured. Cook never explained himself.
I’ve thought from time to time about what my life would have
been like had I shot the ROK I captured. I think perhaps that everyone
has something like Post Traumatic Stress going on in regard to past
events. I have remembered arguments assaulting me from
time to time. If I’d killed the ROK, I suspect I would have been assaulted by something much
worse -- especially after learning that he wasn't an enemy soldier and merely a poor ROK soldier looking for patches.
Further on post-traumatic stress: While no one would call
it that, probably, when I married Karen I was still a Marine in most of my
thinking and that went on for several years. My kids would tell you about
my getting them up in the morning before school and have them do close order
drill with brooms and mops. I had them drink Tigers Milk and cod-liver
oil and do exercises. Of course I couldn’t get Karen to do any of
that.
[In response to someone who said she would shoot an intruder in the leg rather than try to kill him] As to shooting an intruder in the leg, that would be a very
doubtful accomplishment. There have been numbers of reports and analyses
of police shootouts with criminals. Huge numbers of bullets get fired and
almost no one gets hit. You can’t anticipate how much your hand and the
rest of you will shake under those circumstances. You would stand a
better chance of hitting the intruder in the leg if you aimed for center-mass
where your pistol instructor is asking you to aim. You will almost
certainly miss the leg if you aim for it. Susan had the same thing in
mind. I gave her a gun that she kept in her night-stand, but I doubt that
she would ever have gone for it unless there was an impossible situation where
an intruder was making a lot of noise and slowly banging his way up the stairs;
which wasn’t anything that was ever going to happen. I didn’t worry about
trouble, because even if I am hard of hearing my dogs aren’t; so I would have
had plenty of warning. I was a Marine Corps Rifle Instructor after I got
back from Korea and suspect I would be able to hit an intruder, if I had to.
I only left Susan at home while I went hiking in the early morning and did our
shopping, usually, on my way back from the hike. By 11:00 or so we were back home. Mornings from dawn to 11:00 aren’t prime home invasion
times. I did lock her door before I left on a hike and made sure her
phone was by her bed.
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