After a few hours and a Meeting with the Company Commander our Platoon Sgt. came back and alerted us to "Saddle Up", we're moving again" and we were again moving down the hill onto an icy road and in a column of two set out, slipping and sliding again, "when will I ever get used to it and be able to walk like the others?", I kept asking myself. after an hour or so we came upon this small village and the site was "Not Publishable", a dead lady lying in the snow right there on the side and as we looked toward the Grass type hut they obviously lived in I saw even a worst image, a baby not a year old or so, lying at the door way, also dead and bloated. My Platoon Sgt. looked at me and said, "that's what they do, aren't you glad you wasted those miserable "Chinks" back there". There were more but I just don't want to mention such a terrible scene again.I couldn't help but wonder about Leroy, Joe and the others, Abel was with me in the 3rd Platoon so I got glimpses of him from time as we marched. Finally down the road my Squad Leader said, "There's Company B up there as we passed a group of guys sitting on the side of the road eating C-Rations, I looked but didn't see Leroy until about another hour or so later when we stopped to rest ourselves and I observed this short guy carrying a long B.A.R. passing us by and it turned out to be Leroy and He excitedly said, "YOU TOO"... I can't beleave what we're seeing, did you see all those poor civilians on the road back there" pointing behind where they were coming from. I said back to him, "You take care Brother" knowing, I didn't have to tell him to keep his gun clean. We moved out again and this time we didn't stop for more than three or so hours and all were exhausted when we finally next to a high snow covered bank overlooking a huge low land flat surface which turned out to be the "Han River" and across it we were told was the "City of Seoul".We stayed there digging-in "the term for digging a fox hole" and were setting up a perimeter around our Company C.P. This time Abel's 3rd Platoon was next to ours and even though I didn't actually see him I felt a certain bit of comfort know He wasn't far.We stayed there for several days just overlooking the River while our Tanks would approach behind us and fire over our heads from time to time and than going on periodical patrols, walking on the iced river trying to locate enemy units and see what kind of damage the tanks succeeded to make.Than it happened, our Company Commander while taking a Patrol himself across the River stepped on a Mine and his remains were put in a plastic bag and brought back by 1st platoon as word got to us there was just silence, no body said anything to each other for hours, He was a very well like Commander, the story was that He was an F.B.I. agent serving in Virginia and volunteered for service in Korea and because He was who he was, got a direct Commision to Captain in the Infantry. He was just not as experienced as most Infantry Company Commanders, I thought but a very nice guy calling everyone he knew by their first name, an uncommon practice from an Officer and more so by a Company Commander. As we all knew, He would be missed. Our Platoon Leader told us that the night before he told them a story of getting mildly wounded before he joined our Company on a day after He had eaten the Green Candy from his C-Rations, and as he was telling them not to eat the green candy, he ate a couple bars of the Green stuff himself. From then on, we all threw away all the green candy we had in our C-Rations, that we got from time to time.                                          When we went on patrols across the Han and across rice patties many times we would come under motor fire and would have too hit the water filled ground​, I would slurp patty water and I must say, it was an awful taste, I can still taste it many years later.........