Warrant Officer Ernest G. (Son) King was nursing a cracked rib suffered in a combat jump with his 187th RCT, Regimental Combat Team, in North Korea. He had aggravated it when they made a hurried exit from the Pyongyang area as millions of Chinese soldiers invaded from the north. His squad had been assigned an exit task of cleaning out as many banks in the area as possible, they scooped currency by the bag full and loaded it into an army truck; they almost stayed too long and had to drive like a bat out of hell through streets filled with peasants and pursuing Chinese soldiers. They did the only sensible thing and threw handfuls of Korean currency into the streets which the peasants scrambled for and caused huge jams of people who allowed the troopers to escape. Now, Son is writing letters home, it's Dec. 22, 1950 near Seoul, South Korea. Luckily the U.S. mail got through and he had received a steady stream of letters and packages from his wife Helen and their three children, his mother, Ruth, and relatives and friends just in time for Christmas.