This is Inchon harbor and it was a strange one. The tides and topography were such that only shallow draft vessels could land. I was somewhere about here one night when "bedcheck Charlie" or some such came over to bomb Inchon with hand grenades or some other bomb he could handle from a biplane. We were unaware of any danger until there was an extreme blackout and anti-aircraft guns began firing. We had sort of a tough time finding our beds that night. Old bedcheck was successful, though, for he blew up a petroleum storage on one of his forays.