Old ugly hill

"My insides felt like a thousand butterflies were still jumping around in there and my legs felt like rubber. My mind was still seeing the picture at the top of Old Baldy as the shells burst among us, and hearing the sounds of Chinese bugles blowing as they came charging into our lines.... We would bleed and die for an old ugly hill that to the men in the trenches wasn't worth throwing lives away for, just to see Chinese movement to the north.". Assigned to a rifle company in the 2nd Infantry Division in Central Korea, the author faced heavy fighting and constant mortar attacks as well as an inhospitable environment as his company fought repeated bloody battles to take and hold a strategic hill known as Old Baldy. From his home in the mountains of east Tennessee to the frozen battlefields of the Kumhwa Valley, the author's experiences are recounted in fascinating detail.