He was a 17-old-boy who knew he was not cut out to be a scholar, a coalminer or a farmer. And so he did the only other thing he could think of: he lied about his age and joined the Army.
By November 1950, he was on the shores of the Chosin Reservoir in Korea and on Dec. 1-2 he was shot twice, bayoneted 16 times by the Chinese and left for dead on the frozen tundra.
Back home his parents received a telegram that read, in part, “Your son was slightly wounded.”
Semi-illiterate, all they knew to do was pray.