Dad was a son of wealth and enlisted in the Michigan ANG. Long service history in our family, broken only by me because the draft ended when I was 17 and I would not have volunteered for Vietnam in 1974.
Dad's grand dad was West Point 1903, I have the class photo and his ring. MacArthur's class too. George Morrison got sent to the Philippines, where he got diseased and eventually died in a VA hospital at 50.
Dad's dad was not in the service because he was the oldest and ran the family business (Gail Brick Plate) but his two brothers were Field Commissioned Officers who saw combat and survived the war.
I only relate all of this to drive home a point. There was a time when the country was full of people of all walks of life who stood up for what they believed in. Not so much any more. Now everybody seems to look out for No. 1 which is a game only the advantaged can win.
Yeah I can get George done before your deadline. In fact I am going for a Bondo weekend blowout. Stay tooned....
EDIT: one more Korea story. My second job out of architecture school, was with the firm Skidmore, Owings and Merrill, which set my course in life. My boss was a very kind man who I had a good relationship with. I found out that he was in the Air Force in Korea. Because he wore glasses like I do, he had washed out of single engines and had flown his training in B-25T's beofre being sent to asia.
http://articles.sfgate.com/2007-11-11/news/17268159_1_architectural-buildings-korean-war
One day I came back from lunch in 1983 with the Testors C119G and went in to Ben to show it to him. He spent an hour going over it, showing me the difference between it and the -c he flew out of one of those K- fields.
Very enjoyable, and of course I sold him the kit. But I have the latest one in my stash.