Talk about whiplash...
My uncle went into China during the Korean War but he never elaborated on it or what they did it or even if they were successful at getting people out or not... he didn’t get caught is all we know, or he wouldn’t have come back. He never bragged about anything except his cooking. He was Jewish, not real big, and his Dad had disowned him for marrying my Aunt because she was not Jewish, so there was always a little sadness with him over that loss...but my Grandfather treated him like a first born son, and taught the city boy how to fish and rabbit hunt, and they had a long and happy marriage.
That’s just a chiropractor’s dream, there... but that’s it.