The post re: Sgt. Jenkins brought back some eerie memories for me. I was with Co C, 1/38th in the summer of '68 and ran ambush patrols into the zone. I don't know if this was common along the entire DMZ, but along our sector the N. Koreans would play music--mostly military marches--in the middle of the night, broadcasting from a mountaintop we referred to as "speaker hill". Oftentimes they would start jabbering in Korean (our KATUSA would tell us it was propaganda) and sometimes an American would come on telling us how we should defect and how great life was in the North. They did this, of course, to cover sounds of movemement when they were sending their teams South. I thought it was counterproductive, because it only put us on higher alert. It was a surreal scene, though--lying in ambush, a foggy mist covering the ground and music blaring away inthe middle of no mans land. At one time we left a list of songs we'd like to hear posted on a fence post at the MDL, but they never played them. Guess the didn't like our taste.