| The crew of Tank 41 was in combat on both the eastern and western front, but they stayed on the east coast of 
      Korea for several months. During the late autumn, the 1st Marine Division put five Dog Company tanks on five 
      mountain tops facing North Korea. "They provided direct fire right into the goonyland on the trench line," Sarno 
      said. Two or three of the tanks supported Korean Marine Corps regiments. The other two tanks supported U.S. Marine 
      operations. While Dog Company Marines endured the miserable conditions on top of the mountains, Marines in other 
      tank companies were waiting in Reserve, including those in Able Company. Sarno’s company was in Reserve at 
      Wontog-ni from November to the 15th of December 1951. They set up camp adjacent to the Soyang-gang River, which 
      was down to a trickle. The river’s big boulders were visible in the riverbed. On November 10, as all Marines are 
      wont to do no matter where they are, the members of Able Company marked the anniversary of the Marine Corps’ birth 
      with a traditional birthday cake. It was an especially significant day for Chris Sarno, because he had just 
      received a battlefield promotion to corporal. "I was happy as a pig," Sarno said. "I had some combat time under my 
      belt, and as the youngest Marine in the company, I had the first cut of sweet cake from Top/Sergeant O’Neil, who 
      was the oldest Marine in the company. I got to slice the cake with Captain Snell’s K-bar. After the ceremony 
      ended, O’Neil got me to join the 1st Marine Division Association as a life member for the $25 of script that was 
      in my pocket." Sarno never had any regrets for having spent his last dollars on that life membership that day. The 
      date of November 10, 1951 was, indeed, a good day for USMC Corporal Chris Sarno. "I was still wet behind the 
      ears," Sarno recalled, "but I was one happy, unmarried gyrene who was cocky and brash but, conversely, hardly knew 
      anything about the mystery of life. The older NCOs read me like a book. I was still blinded by an 18-year-old’s 
      immaturity. I was a combat veteran, and to me, my world looked like a bowl of cherries."  |