Nothing that'd I'd talk about except with the people that were there at the time.

I was pulling guard duty while in the field in Korea. We had a retrans rig set up on top of hill 303. This was in mid August 1995. I wasn't actually part of the retrans crew, I was a SENS squad leader, and my squad had sites all over area IV. I had to use our CUCV to carry a guy back to Carroll from the bunker at CP Oscar on Walker, and while there got a call from the radio squad leader, asking me if I could take chow to the guys on the hill.



I didn't mind, but got delayed, so it was dark by the time I got the chow to them, and decided to crash with them for the night. They had been getting run ragged, so I offered to pull a couple of guard shifts that night to let their guys get some sleep, I knew I would be able to catch a nap the next day before lunch.



Anyway, It was just before midnight, it was a hot and humid night, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky, so even with no light you could see everything around you. I hadn't been in Korea long, and most of that time I had spent in processing, and getting a squad of privates and PFC's ready to go to the field, most of them had never done it before, we didn't even have enough SPC4's who had been to the field before to put one on every team, so I had been busy. I was on shift, it was dark and quiet, the site had commercial power so there were no generators running. Just before midnight I heard something in the distance, then I heard it getting closer, it was obvious several people were walking up the hill. Not much later they came into sight about a quarter of a mile down from me, at first I thought they were ROK Army troops, because they were wearing old steel pots and plain green fatigues. None of them were carrying weapons (which wasn't too surprising, we had several teams that set up in areas that didn't allow weapons or even LBE), and once they got about 200 yards out I started to hear some chatter, I couldn't really make anything out, but it sounded like English.



As the got close, I shouted the challenge, and the group stopped and went to the ground, like whoever was in charge was trying to figure out what to do. I shouted out the challenge, and for them to approach slowly, no response. I called the site commander (a SSG), he came out, and when I turned around to point them out there was nobody there, not a sole. He thought I had lost my mind, he went back to sleep, I finished my shifts with no further drama. At dawn I got up and walked down the hill, the only evidence I found a steel pot helmet, a roll of WD1 field wire, and some C-Rat cans that still had bits of food in them.



I told my 1SGT what I had seen later that day, when I stopped in at the company HQ on Walker Airfield. He told me I was either crazy and seeing things or I had seen ghosts. Ghosts of who? Goolge Hill 303, and Camp Carroll Korea, that will tell you who. I think somebody was yanking my chain, a couple of the guys in the radio squad were real assholes who got off playing jokes on people, I guess it didn't have the affect they expected being that I wasn't aware of the history of the hill until later.

I hope so, otherwise I saw something that just can't be.





It wasn't until years later that I found out that the massacre happened in mid August, which would have creeped me out even more back then.



ETA: The only person I told about it at the time was my 1SGT, he gave me a really goofy look, and told me the story about the massacre that happened on that hill. I was just about worn out and grabbed a cot before I had a chance to think much about it, and later guess I figured it had to be the radio squad guys fucking with me, and didn't want them to have the satisfaction of me going around telling spooky stories.



I am much older now, but honestly not much more open to that sort of thing now, but it is one of the things in this life I look back on once in a while and have to wonder. If it wasn't the radio guys fucking with me, I hope whoever it was on that hill that night saw us there keeping the faith, still holding their hill.