Bert '50
1950
Birchard Lee (Bert) Kortegaard

To Absent Friends
Bert '53
1953

Born 1/6/30 in Holdenville, Oklahoma, as Birchard Lee Dillinger.

My parents, teen-agers of a lost generation, began me when the world's economy was roaring and its dreams unbounded. Only I appeared at the start of the soul-crushing Great Depression. The sequence destroyed my parents, and stamped my life and values forever, as with so many others. There is no "typical" background for Americans in the military at the start of the Korean War, but mine was not uncommon.

I moved to California at age 5 with my then-single-parent mother, just another couple of dirt-poor Okies blowing out of the Dust Bowl. But my mother was a doll, and married five times. They were all sorry when she left, but the crippling uncertainties of the times marked her, too, and she always did leave. Until she met Harald Kortegaard, a Danish marine engineer, who adopted me. That intelligent, quiet, thoughtful man helped me change course from North Beach waterfront gangs to a road much less certain, a road with hope.

Went to grammar school in the San Francisco Bay Area. At nine or ten became a Salesboy for Liberty and Saturday Evening Post magazines, and later paperboy for L'Italia and the SF Chronicle, I always had some sort of job as a kid.

Joined the United States Merchant Marine (6/46) at age 16.

Somehow finished High School between cruises.

Teenage Bert Track Star
Teenage Bert in Merchant Marine
Mess cook and Hospital Attendant. Had won a local Golden Gloves and hoped I was tough enough, suspected I wasn't, but did okay. Thought glasses made me look older, but couldn't hide the baby fat.

Sailed all over the Far East on the SS General W H Gordon, and for a long time a shuttle route between San Francisco, Honolulu, San Pedro, and back around the reverse way, on the SS Matsonia. These were large passenger liners, of about 18,000 tons.

Joined the United States Navy 1/10/48 at age 18, with my buddy Ken Roach. We intended to join the Marines, but the Navy recruiting office came earlier in the hall, and we got seduced by an offer of 14 months Electronics school.

Two years later, when we embarked I/3/5 of the Brigade at Pusan, I wished more than anything in life that I was one of them, that I had gone the rest of the way down that hall. Not too smart, but that's how I felt.

18 year old Bert at Boot Camp
Seventy eight days after we landed those 200 Marines at Wolmi-do in the assault at Inchon, only 20 of them were still standing

I went to Electronics Technician (ET) school where I spent most of my spare time at the gyrene armory qualifying on small arms, hoping to get into PHIBPAC (Amphibious Forces, Pacific). Graduated 5/49 in the top 10% of my class, which brought with it the rate of ET2.

Assault at Wolmi-do, Green Beach, Inchon Served on DD858, finally got in PHIBPAC, aboard the USS Wantuck, APD125, about 12/49. I fixed our radar, sonar and radio gear, and manned the radios in our landing craft (LCVPs) whenever possible. As an ET, I was commonly known as a Twidget.

Did one Korean combat tour with the Wantuck, and another with the Union, AKA 106. Made ET1, but took a Discharge to join Philco as a Field Engineer (Tech Rep) 2/52, and go to Germany and meet the Fräuleins, and for the money (a Major's pay).

After 6 weeks heavy-ground radar training at Warner Robbins, Philco sent me to Clark AFB, Philippines, not Germany. After a few months the radar C.O. gave me a commendation ... and Philco sent me to Korea again, not Germany. So, I did a six-month tour with 606th AC&W Squadron above Kimpo, with 1st Mar Div between us and the Chinese armies. With 606, I was radar tech rep for the installation primarily supporting Sabre interceptions of MiGs in MiG Alley, and helping all our aircraft in North Korea find their positions. After that tour, Philco sent me to Japan, absolutely not Germany.

Note: I was in our LCVPs at Inchon and Wonsan and two Commando raids, sweated mines and the MLR.

I was Regular Navy, volunteered for Korea, went where I was sent, kept our radar and radio gear working, and did my job as best I could.
USS WANTUCK, APD 125, at Inchon assault, off Green Beach

But I did nothing at all deserving special commendation during these three Korean War tours. Others did, though, and I've never forgotten them.

Slouchhat That's why I've put my Korean War sites on the web, including the Aussie KW Photo Album, and also a couple of my short stories. The stories are pretty much fictionalized fact, attempts to make terror and tragedy entertaining. It is useful to understand these things, but not necessary to only learn them the hard way...


During a year and a half of working in Japan my hatred for the Japanese, and the rest of Asia, and my passion to go chase German girls, all vanished. Eternal gratitude to a very special lady. With Viet Nam just perceptible next over my horizon, I changed course yet again. I quit Philco, and went back to San Francisco.

Looking back objectively, my personality and attitudes had been permanently set by all that happened before and during the Korean War. I had knocked around all over the Pacific even before the first of my combat tours, which mixed my psychological concrete. Korea put in the re-bar and let it all harden. By the time I joined Philco I had the personality and attitude of the average guy in the 5th Marines, which I probably wouldn't have if I had actually paid the price of the ticket.

The whole rest of my career I, and most of the people I worked around, suffered from this in more ways than I can fully realize. This was particularly tough since my professional career was as an engineer, among people who took cultured, considerate, predictable behavior for granted. I never, ever, came close to being describable by terms like those.

Started pre-engineering at San Francisco Junior College in 9/54, at age 24, on the GI Bill. No chance of ever getting straightened out after that.

Bert and Barbara BSEE, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, 1959

Engineer, Lawrence Radiation Laboratory, 1959-1974

MSEE, University of California, Berkeley 1964 (did this part time)

Bert in the Lab


Gast Wissentschaftler, Gesellschaft für Schwerionenforschung, Darmstadt, BRD, 74-75.

(Finally got to Germany, but had a wife and kids by this time.Probably better all around.)

Bert as visiting scientist at Germany


Bert showing a sampling control system Los Alamos National Laboratory, 1975-1991. Was awarded a few patents, won a couple of international awards, never went into management but had a lot of fun and, like all things, it too came to an end.

Retired 1991, play at running a small consulting company, writing short stories about Korea, and putting them and other things that interest me on the net.


Hope you're enjoying some of those sites.
Bert above the Han
Winter '52/'53 - above Kimpo & Han river

Later, in a more peaceful time


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A SOLDIER DIED TODAY

He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.

And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.

He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won't note his passing, though a soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?

A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?

He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,

Our Country is in mourning, for

A SOLDIER DIED TODAY

© 1987 A. Lawrence Vaincourt




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