This is a street scene in Inchon on my trip home. The army trucks and
jeeps were everywhere so it wasnít hard to remember where one was. Iíve
mentioned it before but I think it is worth repeating. This was some scant 25
or so miles from some bitter fighting at Pork Chop Hill and it was going on
when this picture was taken. It was business as usual here, though. In case
I havenít mentioned it before, all the Orient had a distinctive odor. When I
look at this picture, I can almost smell it. I canít describe how well California
smelled when we approached it.