Here we are on the bank of the Imjin river, some time in '52.
Note how modest we were for the camera, yet nearly all swam 'starkers'.
The coy ones in our midst wore their underpants.-- Would you believe
it!! Just a few years past I gave a snap of a mate in the 'altogether'
hiding his manhood behind a tin of talcum powder - to his wife. She tore
the bloody thing up on the spot. Anyway have a look at the ground we are
negotiating in bare feet, I can barely walk barefooted on a lawn these
days. You can see two water bottles in the shade to the left in the photo. Drinking
river water was a no no, it was still fouled by decomposing bodies to this
time. Good enough to swim and clean-up in, just don't drink or clean your
The rare occasions that line troops got to visit the river were a
joy beyond belief. Those times saw few if any mobile shower units within
reach, and it was the norm to go for weeks without having more than a
token wash. Water was a precious commodity in the line, and sometimes hard
to deliver to the forward companies.