I was assigned to the 2nd Platoon and Abel to the 3rd as we were informed by a tall lanky Sgt-1st Class who introduced himself as SFC Evans, Field First Sgt. and that He would take us to our units. He dropped me off at our Platoon C.P. (Command Post) where I met my Platoon Leader, a Sgt. S., He said welcome and to the Sgt said, "2nd Squad." and at the Squad, I met my Squad Leader, Sgt. David and He led me to a Fox Hole with a large Soldier who was the "B.A.R. Man (Each Infantry Squad had one who carried the Squads Browning Automatic Rifle. (a larger and heavier full automatic Rifle) The Fire Power of a squad. I am now an assistant to this guy and expected to carry the special larger-heavier Ammo Belt loaded with Ammo for his gun. Plus I had to carry my own M1 Rifle and ammo bandoliers around my neck and off course had to sleep with this guy and his gun in our fox holes.
From here on out our routine would be, getting up at the crack of dawn, open our cans of C-Rations if we had them and make a small fire to heat up our water to mix our powdered coffee that was included in the rations. I had my Canteen Cup that I got issued in Japan but noticed most of the others in the squad had to use the can that they just opened and suffered in handling the hot cans in order to drink their coffee. We would have to hurry for at any time
after daylight and sometimes before, we would hear a command, "2nd Squad, Saddle up" followed by, "Move out in a column of two." as our squad Leader would start the lead and then designate another to, Take the point" and the designee would hurriedly double time (run at a brisk) to about twenty or so yards ahead of the group and would alert the rest of the squad at confrontation with the enemy in most all cases the first to make contact with an enemy.
That night we were on a  100 percent alert meaning, one would sleep for 2 hours while the other stayed awake and on guard of our position facing a designated field of fire. (area where we would concentrate our firing our weapon upon being attacked.
The next morning we were alerted to move out before daylight, We had to travel up over a snowed mountain and unto a iced trail and more times than I want to remember, every time I would slip slide and fall some wise guy behind would say, "There goes another Hawaiian, biting the snow". I couldn't help but wonder if the others were having the same embarassing moments.
After a a few days I couldn't help but notice our Platoon Sgt. had no stripes showing and ask my squad leader, how come? He replied, " Sgt. C was busted from M/Sgt. to PFC for sneaking down to a village to get liquor but because of his efficiency as a platoon leader and the fact that we didn't have an officer to fill the spot the Company Commander decided to leave him in the position. A PFC serving in an officer's position and addressed as "Sgt."
That was the first uncommon situation I witnessed and the fact that Sgt. S was one Brave and Tough leader who knew his job and did it well respected by all.