On August 2nd, 1952 a machine gun platoon commanded by my grandfather StSgt. Albert Oleson was attacked by a overwhelming force of Chinese troops on a small outpost overlooking an important highway. His machine guns opened up as soon as the Chinese were in range and started to decimate their human waves with .50 and .30 caliber bullets. He then called in a mortar strike on the Chinese but there were only 3 81mm mortars available and they were low on ammo. Nevertheless, these mortars caused massive casualties on the Chinese as they were dropped right in the middle of their second wave. Oleson then opened fire with his M1 Garand rifle as a squad of Chinese charged his foxhole, he shot 8 of them and then killed the other 2 of them with his .45. This fighting went on for many hours untill my grandfather was finally forced to retreat or be overun and have his unit slaughtered. He had lost 13 men killed and wounded so far and led the rest down the rear slope of the hill and called in a Coursair to drop napalm on the crest of the hill to keep the Chinese from shooting his men in the back. When he was halfway down the hill one of his men broke down and refused to move from a foxhole he was in because the Chinese had started to drop mortars on the platoon. My grandfather told this Private "You don't have to worry about all these fucking mortars dropping round us, if you don't get your skinny ass out of this foxhole I'll fucking shoot you myself." That got the private to move out of the foxhole but just when my grandfather moved 5 feet out of the foxhole a mortar round landed right on top of the scared private and shedded his legs with shrapnel. He ordered his men to go on without him but they had two men carry my grandfather on a stretcher to a jeep that would bring him to a nearby aid station. When they were almost to the jeep they were ambushed by 4 Chinese soldiers carrying Ppsh-41 submachine guns, but my grandfather shot them with a carbine that one of the stretcher bearers gave him. He took one of the Ppsh's to bring home from the war. He was transfered to a hospital ship in Japan and later rejoined his men to fight the rest of the war on the front. He later recived the purple heart for his wounds in battle and now resides in Middleton, Wisconsin.