← Previous – CH18A – Next → Chapter 18ATHE NUNS AT LOH SHAN. . . . . Our Little Lew was still asleep when I returned to my quarters after spending the night with Ming-Lee. A few weeks before a third bunk had been
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← Previous – CH17C – Next → Chapter 17CBetween Peace and War. . . . . Mail call brought slews of letters from the guys who had returned home. They all had the same tune to hum. Hometowns had not changed much except the
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← Previous – CH17B – Next → Chapter 17BChina Marines in Another War. . . . . Romance in China wasn’t gone; it was still with us. The diver wasn’t John Wayne, but he did have the reckless appeal of Capt. Jack Stuart in
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← Previous – CH17A – Next → Chapter 17ASAVING CHARLEY COMPANY. . . . . The Poet William Cowper once wrote: “Pernicious weed, whose scent the fair annoys.” That pernicious weed was China, and the “fair” in this case, if I may be so
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← Previous – CH16C – Next → Chapter 16CKatarina and the Yalta Agreement. . . . . Christopher who hailed from New Orleans was a street fighter, and he thrived on fighting. He didn’t care who it was, he’d fight him. He never lost
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← Previous – CH16B – Next → Chapter 16BFULL CIRCLE. . . . . We called it “shell-shocked,” when a Marine suffered trauma from the fighting and killing. I always prided myself that I wasn’t bothered with such memories. I was spared that fate
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← Previous – CH16A – Next → Chapter 16AFULL CIRCLE. . . . . With each passing day, refuges by the thousands flooded into Tsingtao. They came by land, by rail and lorry truck; by sea, by junks, scow and coastal steamer. They came
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← Previous – CH15B – Next → Chapter 15BMing-Lee, Roger, Christmas Publicity. . . . . Months were flying by and still no word, not one single letter, came from Ming-Lee. I was contemplating trying to get TDY and go down to Shanghai to
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← Previous – CH15A – Next → Chapter 15ATHE EIGHTH ROUTE ARMY IS COMING. . . . . The Marines in Tsingtao hated to see the summer season come to an end. The beaches during these summer months were as crowded as Coney Island,
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← Previous – CH14C – Next → Chapter 14CRoger’s Secret Identity. . . . . Next came the task of finding Roger. In spite of having been kept constantly busy since I arrived from Peking, I still bad time to think about Ming-Lee. I
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