Part 24 (2/2)
Dunston looked at Donald. It was obvious that he was deciding whether to go on in the presence of someone who was not in the CIA.
McCoy picked up on this.
”He has to know, Bill,” he said.
”Before the war, I used it as a base for the Wind of Good Fortune, Wind of Good Fortune,” Dunston said. ”There is-was-a dozen or so thatch-roofed hootches and sort of a wharf, and a-”
”I don't understand,” Donald said, and parroted, ”Wind of good fortune?”
”You don't know what's there now?” McCoy asked, ignoring Donald's question, and then, before Dunston could reply, asked, ”Is there room for the helos?”
”I had them clear a landing strip for an L-19,” Dunston said, ”to take the wounded out if necessary. I never had to use it. And when the war started, the NKs were there before I could get an L-19 or anything else over there to try to evacuate them. I lost some good men there.”
”And you don't know what's there now?”
”I'm not even sure the ROKs have gone that far north yet,” Dunston said.
”But there was a landing strip?” Zimmerman said, and went on without waiting for a response. ”If there was a landing strip, there's room to operate helos.”
”I think we should have a look at this place as soon as we can,” McCoy said. He turned to Donald. ”Two questions. I don't want to use helos if I don't really have to. So, Question One: What's the chances-without calling a lot of attention to it-of getting an L-19 from the X Corps Air Section long enough for us to fly over there? Question Two: If you had an L-19, could you find Socho-Ri if Dunston marked it on a map?”
”I think we could get an L-19 without any trouble, particularly if you showed Colonel Jamison, the X Corps Army Aviation officer, your credentials,” Donald said. ”And sure, I could find it using a map.”
”I noticed, Major,” General Howe said, ”that you said, 'We could get an L-19.' That's the att.i.tude Major McCoy needs from you. Whether you like it or not, you're part of this now.” could get an L-19.' That's the att.i.tude Major McCoy needs from you. Whether you like it or not, you're part of this now.”
”Yes, sir,” Donald said.
”Maybe, with a little bit of luck, we could do that at first light,” McCoy said. ”And maybe we can get around flas.h.i.+ng credentials at this colonel.”
”Maybe we can,” Donald said.
”Where's the X Corps airstrip?” McCoy asked.
”At what used to be the Seoul racetrack,” Donald said.
”Jennings, how are we fixed for black paint?” McCoy said.
”There must be fifty gallons of it, sir, over the garage. There's also some white, and some red. I guess the NKs missed it when they were here.”
”Or b.o.o.by-trapped it,” McCoy said. ”After supper, I want you to load twenty gallons of paint, a generator, and the spray gun in a weapons carrier. Take it to the hangar. What I'm going to do is drive Major Donald over there so that he can tell them the helos will be painted, and then bring him back here so that we can get an early start in the morning. Any problem with that, Donald?”
”None,” Donald said.
”I wonder, Bill,” McCoy said, ”how much the X Corps G-2 and/or G-3 would know about how far the South Koreans have moved up the east coast?”
”Probably very little,” Dunston said. ”The impression I get is that Eighth Army doesn't talk to X Corps unless absolutely necessary, and vice versa.”
”Well, give it a shot anyway, will you? Maybe we'll get lucky. We really need to know where they are.”
”I'll go to the X Corps CP after supper,” Dunston said.
[SIX].
THE HOUSE SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA 2105 30 SEPTEMBER 1950.
”Dunston's back from the X Corps CP,” Major Kenneth R. McCoy announced unnecessarily to Major Alex Donald as they pulled up to the front of the house in the Russian jeep.
They found him and Zimmerman sitting at the dining room table. Dunston was bent over a stereoptical viewing device looking at an aerial photograph. Zimmerman was flipping through a three-inch-high stack of ten-by-ten-inch aerials on the table.
Dunston raised his eyes from the device as McCoy and Donald came into the room.
”These are yesterday's Air Force aerials,” he said. ”I got them just before the X Corps G-2 was going to burn them.”
”They wouldn't give you today's?” McCoy asked.
”No. And they have no idea what, if any, South Korean troops are in this area. The last word-yesterday-was that 'lead elements' of I ROK3Corps-probably the Capital ROK Division-were about ten miles south. They may have moved that far today, but even if they have, I don't think they went into Socho-Ri.”
”Why not?” McCoy asked.
Dunston got out of his chair and waved McCoy into it.
McCoy sat down and bent over the device, which functioned on the same principle as the disposable gla.s.ses given to 3-D motion picture patrons. There were two lenses mounted on a wire frame. They provided a three-dimensional view of a photograph placed under it.
McCoy saw what looked like eighteen or twenty burned-out stone Korean houses, their thatch roofs gone.
”What am I looking at?” he asked, raising his head.
”That's Socho-Ri,” Dunston said. ”It's obviously been torched. We don't know when or by whom. My people could have torched it right after the invasion. Or the NKs may have torched it then, or two days ago.”
McCoy got out of the chair and motioned Donald into it.
”Okay,” McCoy said. ”Tell me about this place.”
”In the first part of 1949, I realized I needed a base for the Wind of Good Fortune Wind of Good Fortune . . .” Dunston began. . . .” Dunston began.
Without raising his eyes from the viewing device, Donald asked, ”Can I ask what that is?”
”It's our navy, Major,” Zimmerman said.
McCoy chuckled, then explained: ”It looks like your typical, ordinary junk. You know. High prow and stern, one mast, with a square sail that's raised and lowered like a venetian blind.”
”Okay,” Donald said. ”What do you use it for? Can I ask?”
”To insert and extract agents in North Korea,” Dunston said.
”You did that with a junk junk?” Donald asked incredulously.
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