Remember when Herb Alpert’s sounds of The Mexican Shuffle
filled the division’s airwaves every morning? Remember the
pulsating organ rendition of Kai Winding’s More in the evening?
(Trumpets’ peal diminished).
“This is your A.F.K.N.—American Forces Korean Network
Morning Report—bringing your favorite songs and news of the
Recall—The evening’s program Mail from Home that began with
Kai Winding’s wailing rendition of MORE on his organ, followed by
Golden Oldie dedications.
“This is your A.F.K.N.—American Forces Korean Network, Radio
Cavalier” or (after reflagging on one July, 1965) “Radio
Well, today what wonders do those popular songs fan and flame
that “wrinkle” you back to your “warp” with situations that trigger
“flares” and activate blood rushes? What BLV memories are
relived and entertained that produce smiles and twinkling eyes
on hearing a special melody or lyric? What or WHOM is
summoned at the sound of that certain song?
Recall the summer’s heat with the overwhelming rice paddy
stench of NulloRi! Remember the damp and drenching
monsoons under the sweaty ponchos while on BLV fence walk!
Shiver to the chilly winds of fall, and relive the freezing nose
numbing and boot-crunching snows of winter from quarters to the
mess hall, the latrine, and to your duty station. All performed to
the beat of tunes from your transistor or a nearby radio that once
filled the atmosphere of Our Korea—from Queen to Radio or
South Queen to NulloRi—that today haunt the deepest recesses
of our memory banks.
Whether instrumentals or vocals, they all bring to mind the
dreary duty, some sweet mischief, or an exploratory adventure.
The tunes of our day have the emotional quality of transporting
us back to these experiences. Everything comes alive at the
sound of our music!
Reach back, reminisce, and share your recollection of your
favorite song with ohs and woes, or yobos!
SP4 Julio Martinez
DOWNTOWN by Petula Clark. This song was popular when I was newly arrived in
Korea November of 1964. I am vividly reminded of the night roll through the
brightly lit shops of Yonjugol as I was standing road guard in the deuce-and-a-half's
bed heading back to McGovern from the field problem with the freezing wind
slicing my face. My heart leaped as I saw all kinds of wonderful marvels:
souvenirs, wood carvings, silks, and gold as I wildly turned left, right, left again,
right again over and over.--SP4 Julio Martinez 15thAdminCoPSC#3CampMcGovern.
COMING HOME SOLDIER by Bobby Vinton. The song I remember being played
the most was coming Home Soldier by Bobby Vinton. I was like this lonely soldier in
the recording. It was Radio Tomahawk in 1966. We would listen to it almost every
night. When I got back home I sent a lot of requests back for the guys I left behind.
Just like the guys that left before me did when they got home. We would lay on our
bunks and hope to hear a dedication for someone in our group.--SP4 Harry