More with eyes like stone. These kids will never sing again. With just one field of Kansas grain, what I can do for them. But Mosqueda will forget . . . A life safe for.
War is for.
As a Korean I find it regretful that even though there is compassion and friendship felt towards Korean people and Korean soldiers in some of the stories, there is so little sense of the war worth fighting for in defense of the South Koreans who would otherwise have been thrown to the Communists. But the anger and bitterness of a soldier who has not only to risk his life and undergo unbearable physical hardships but also the mental and psychological torture that military life in wartime entails is perfectly understandable and easy to sympathize with. For a Korean who has not experienced the war directly, even as a civilian, the stories and poems, whether they are sympathetic to Koreans or not, are a meaningful reminder of at what price to how many people, even people who had little personal stake in the fortunes of South Korea, their small and fragile country was rescued from the Communists. That the stories are moving, convincing, and compelling, and the poems haunting is cause for added gratitude.