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  • Memorial Day

    DENCHFIELD RAYMOND

    CAPT. US ARMY

    30 NOV 1950

    KIA CHOSIN RESERVOIR

    We are a military family. Men in every generation back to the 1700s (and probably before) have donned the uniform of their country. Fortunately, all except one returned home safely to pass away of old age. Today is for Capt. Raymond C. Denchfield.


    WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER
    By Judith Knight

    We’ve all heard
    This casual remark
    And thought little of it
    And just as well
    For whoever heard
    Of a frozen hell

    Well listen to me
    And you will know
    Of the frozen hell
    Where soldiers go
    I can tell you now
    How it was then
    When I went to hell
    And back again.

    It was back in fifty
    You know the score
    When the Thirty-first
    Went off to war.
    We were the Polar Bears!
    We’d been around,
    But we almost lost it
    On that frozen ground.

    It was called Chosin
    That frozen place
    Unhabitable I’d say
    By Gods own grace
    But there we were
    At forty below with frozen ear
    And frozen toe
    With weapon frozen
    To the hand
    Then forced to fight
    For this bitter land
    Out-numbered there
    By the Devils brood
    Fighting to death
    And dying crude.

    We did not bleed
    For our blood was frozen
    There on the battleground
    We recall as Chosin
    And on we went
    Our numbers small
    To Hagarui-ri,
    As I recall.

    And even in Hell
    A hero’s born
    And we had ours
    That frozen morn
    When Donald Faith
    Redeemed us there
    But stayed behind
    In the Devils lair.

    Like one before
    A sacrifice made
    He gave his life
    For those he saved
    Four thousand strong
    Were nevermore
    Three thousand lay
    On the Devils floor

    And of those left
    To fight again
    There were but a handful
    Of Faith’s own men
    He led us out
    That day from Hell
    It’s sacred ground
    Where our hero fell.

    A rag-tag lot
    Half-frozen men
    Half-able but willing
    To fight again
    And I am one
    And you may be too
    We are known today
    As the Chosin Few!

About Me

Retired great grandmother living in Washington. Former radio Public Service Director and National Accounts Manager.

I’m a hair-dishevelled heilan’ coo,
Hamish McKay be ma name;
Welcome tae this dreichet glen
I’m cursed tae ca’ ma hame.
Depending on the mood I’m in
I’ll raise ma horns on high,
An’ if I like the look o’ ye
I’ll likely let ye by.
But should I dinnae like the look
O’ ye, then tak great care,
I’ll raise ma horns on high again,
Go on, get oot o’there!
So whether welcome yae or nae,
I’ll raise these horns sae mean,
Then ye shall ken ma meaning
By the twinkle o’ ma een.

Courtesy of
MARION GRAY Wollaton Road Wollaton Park Nottingham

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