In 1964 I was stationed in Korea at a defensive position overlooking the south side of the Ingim River. Anytime you wanted to go the PX or the Rec Center you had to ride the bus. One day when I was riding the bus someone kept hollering at me from the back of the bus. It was Jerry Bell. He was stationed on the north side of the Ingim with a tank battalion. 

Jack Bell (Jerry Bell is my cousin and one of Ernest Bell's son)