05-02-2012, 07:42 PM
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When I was stationed in Korea, in 1971, I had a cocker spaniel I inherited from a friend who rotated several months after I arrived there. I had heard all the horror stories about Koreans just looking for a nice dog to have over for dinner. And it really worried me that my little 'Yumchi' would get loose and then never coming back.
Well, one day, I had to go into the field and inspect one of the tank company's M60A1 that had gotten stuck and needed help from the Bn Maintenance section. As Bn Motor officer, I needed to go out with the M-88 recovery crew. So when I came back that evening, Yumchi had disappeared. I was heartbroken, and offered a reward for anyone finding him, and got my houseboy to go to the village next to our compound, and pass the word around.
After about ten days, some village fellow came around and stated that he knew where Yumchi was, but it would cost me to get him back. I agreed and paid the reward, and later had Yumchi returned. He was the most contented little fellow I had ever seen. Later my houseboy told me that the villagers were using him as a stud for all the village's bitches in heat. Obviously there were a lot of Koreans who liked the looks of my cocker spaniel. No wonder Yumchi liked to sneak out on me.
Well, he repeated this escape another time, and I had to go through all the necessary steps to pay for his return. So much for my worry about him becoming someone's dinner. I'll never forget the contented look on his face when he was brought back to me, the little bugger.
Well, one day, I had to go into the field and inspect one of the tank company's M60A1 that had gotten stuck and needed help from the Bn Maintenance section. As Bn Motor officer, I needed to go out with the M-88 recovery crew. So when I came back that evening, Yumchi had disappeared. I was heartbroken, and offered a reward for anyone finding him, and got my houseboy to go to the village next to our compound, and pass the word around.
After about ten days, some village fellow came around and stated that he knew where Yumchi was, but it would cost me to get him back. I agreed and paid the reward, and later had Yumchi returned. He was the most contented little fellow I had ever seen. Later my houseboy told me that the villagers were using him as a stud for all the village's bitches in heat. Obviously there were a lot of Koreans who liked the looks of my cocker spaniel. No wonder Yumchi liked to sneak out on me.
Well, he repeated this escape another time, and I had to go through all the necessary steps to pay for his return. So much for my worry about him becoming someone's dinner. I'll never forget the contented look on his face when he was brought back to me, the little bugger.