A little on the lighter side of things.
When my father was drafted, he was sent to Ft. Leonard Wood (MO). After going through demolitions training, he decided serving state side seemed like a good idea and applied for the company clerk position. He practiced typing at nighttime and ended up with the job. He described his commanding officer (CO)as the typical guy who just signed everything that came across his desk without reading it.
By happenstance, he ran into a returning soldier he knew from home. The guy was worn out and ready to go home, but after all of his service in Korea, was still a Private. My father thought what a disservice it was that these guys would be going home to their families at the same lowest rank, after risking it all in a foreign land.
Being young and dumb, these longtime acquaintances concocted the idea to have the CO sign a promotion making this guy either a corporal or sergeant (I don’t remember). Now, my father was not pure in this as the guy also gave my father a few bucks for the deed. And it worked as planned.
Following that, the word got out, and as my father saw other Privates returning from frontline duty, he offered up this service. And business was good for a while,,, too good, until Army auditors noticed an uncharacteristically high number of promotions coming from the one commanding officer.
And it hit the fan, big time.

The CO was knocked down a full rank and relieved of his duty at Ft. Leonard Wood, and given the choice to Court Martial his company clerk or send him to Korea.

The CO stated he wanted him dead and sent him not just to Korea, but to the frontline.
First stop was San Francisco where my father managed to get beat up badly by two Airmen outside a bar. That delayed the trip to Korea by two weeks in the hospital. He carried the split lip and scar above his eye as lifetime reminder of that bad choice.
Soon after arriving in Korea, Two MPs literally drove him in the back of a jeep to a unit preparing to return to action at the front.
After several months with this unit, happenstance occurred again when he “heard it from a friend, who heard it from a friend” that the guy who was running the NCO club was done in Korea and was shipping back. This guy recommended my father to the CO and somehow he finagle his way into running the Club for the remainder of his time. Said all in all, it was the time of his life... for a 19-21 year old.
