I was put in charge of a major Eighth Army engineer supply point (yeah, yeah); I was the sole leader of the joint. And believe it or not, although I wasn’t as yet aware, I was becoming “da harv”. And would you believe, I had a houseboy to take care of keeping the place sparkling clean? Unfortunately, I don’t have any pictures of the place.
I gave my army cot to my houseboy, who lived in a very comfortable side-storage room—but I had my own personal toilet—given the circumstances, both were unheard of.
Poignant note: The houseboy’s name was Gin-gie. About 4 months went by and he asked me if he can bring his dad by to meet me. “Sure, but I’d have to get him a pass to get onto the compound”—with the materials being hot commodities, it was well guarded. About a month later, Gin-gie showed up with his dad. We bowed to each other upon meeting, shook hands, and I said, “Glad to meet you, Mr. Kim”. He was dressed in a nice jacket with a shirt and tie and cleaned up for the occasion. That was about the extent of it until the time came for me to rotate home. Mr. Kim showed up once again and this time, he brought a nameplate that he had personally carved for me. Although he couldn’t speak any English, it was a tearful moment when we said our goodbyes.
Somehow, I got my hands on a twin-size bed from a Korean trader; it cost me about two bucks. I can’t recall what the sheets and bedspread had cost me, but it wasn’t much. Having a bed, as opposed to an army cot, proved most favorable for me at certain times (figure it out—only for adult consumption).
Note: My army work had nothing to do with voiceover, but it did allow me to really dig into a series of articles being written for a magazine called “Fabulous Las Vegas”, by my cousin, the comedian, Dave Barry. During the time period and continuing for sixteen years, Dave was the opening act for “Wayne Newton” in Las Vegas.