On one occasion I searched a CCF Officer that was dead back on Hill X37 and found a pistol that was loaded with what seemed like .38, we were not familiar with 9mm during that time, so as I think now it may have been that. It was in a shoulder holster and so I kept it concealed throughout my tour. Every one seemed to envy it as I showed off from time to time.
During our times in reserve we would get paid and everyone was loaded with cash which was actually Military script and it was printed in ones, fives, tens and 20s as I remember and the only way we had to spend it was in Gambling which Abel did a lot of and buying C-Ration cans of Peaches, Pears and Candy. Some of the guys would get as much as 20 or 40 dollars a can. Nobody thought twice since there would only be one can of a favorite in each daily packet.
PX Goodies, Whiskey or Beer would always be free so we had no where to spend. I finally got the good sense to make out allotments and send the money home. I was offered a lot for my pistol but never considered selling since there was no need for the extra money.
The next Hill was the most devastating where we suffered most in the whole tour. It started when We jumped off the road position with the order to advance to the second summit of Hill 717 a mountain with two summits called "Twin Hills". All three Rifle Companies would be involved, Leroy's Platoon of B Co. would spearhead while our Company C would advance on both sides of the Hill, Our Platoon on the right rocky side and Abel's 3rd Platoon the Left. Abel kept screaming at me that He never seen so much Chinese coming up the left slope with "Burp" guns ablazing ever before and since my side was steep with jaggered rocks and impossible to climb, I turned my attention to joining Abel's squad as together we provided the firepower to slow them down. On the forward left slope I noticed, Leroy's advance took him to the first objective which was the first summit and I saw he was delivering firepower away on the forward side. I could always recognize Leroy because He had a BAR and it almost always seemed to be on full automatic firing and from the shortest guy in his squad. About that time as we were advancing I saw Leroy running ahead of his assistant who was now firing the BAR, out of his position with his .45 pistol and firing away. I couldn't help but wonder, "where is he going", but had to concentrate on my side which was still running with more Chinese as they seemed like no end to them.
After passing Leroys position, Abel and my squads had to take a right as the ridge line now turned toward the second summit of the hill which was lower where we were now drawing a considerable amount small arms fire. Abel went straight up the ridge line while I was covering my right flank side and we advanced, we were also starving since we were now in the late after noon and passed our lunch hour, we only had time for a couple of cans of cold hash and water and could not carry any rations, which we didn't have anyway, so it made no difference, we just had to move on, "on empty". 
We finally arrived at our destination, on top of Hill 717's summit and the LT and Platoon Sgt came up to congratulate our progress. The LT assigned my Squad to a lower positions on the right flank which over looked a very steep jagged rocky slope and I thought, "great, this side is impossible to climb, I'll be able to get some shuteye". One of the privileges of being a Squad Leader is that I chose my squads positions and since I always dug my position just inside the perimeter with my BAR with assistant on one side and two riflemen on the other, they would always guard at the "one on, one off system. The ground was mostly hard rock on our side so I merely scraped the top and made a shallow nest and lay down to rest a very wiry body.