War is hell. Many good and strong men and women flip out and become monsters or empty shells after too long embedded in a theater of hostilities. M*A*S*H (1970) made the interesting observation that the hellishness of protracted battle can be counteracted by liberally applied black humor, sexual puerility, and a constant wash of alcohol. Furthermore, a serviceman’s chances of surviving any nationally sponsored armed conflict, in this case the Korean imbroglio, rise exponentially if he does well in college, graduates to medical school, and arrives in the war-torn country as a full-fledged certified doctor. He will spend his days and nights patching up kids to be sent back to battle or shipped home. During down time, he bangs his choice of nurses. Serving his country in time of dire need could be a damn sight worse.