Dear Diary,
It all happened on the 25th of June 1950. I was still asleep when my father woke me up. He told me that B-29, a type of plane had been launched. North Korea was invading South Korea. Initially, I wondered why North Korea would even want to harm us. After all, we had good bilateral relationships by just being located next to each other. It was then when my father told me that military conflicts had emerged between both governments.
It all happened on the 25th of June 1950. I was still asleep when my father woke me up. He told me that B-29, a type of plane had been launched. North Korea was invading South Korea. Initially, I wondered why North Korea would even want to harm us. After all, we had good bilateral relationships by just being located next to each other. It was then when my father told me that military conflicts had emerged between both governments.
Life was bitter during the war. There was no place for us to live in, no food and under the mercy of the extreme cold temperature. Fortunately for us, we weren’t that rich. I received news from my friends in high school that the rich people had all been taken away by the ‘In Meen Goon’, the North Korea soldiers. All their possessions had been taken away too. The most shocking thing was that it was actually the poor people of South Korea who brought the ‘In Meen Goon’ to the rich people. They had betrayed us due to their jealousness of the rich people.
Last week, when I was walking alone at night, I witnessed a killing scene that traumatized me fully. When I was walking, I saw a number of people lying at the feet of a North Korean Soldier. They were all frail and weak. They did not have a shirt on them and bones were protruding. They had not eaten for quite a few days and were pleading with the North Korea soldier to give them food. However, the North Korean soldier was merciless. He took out his gun and began firing at the people below him. Suddenly, one of the people began to stand up and run. The North Korean Soldier fired at the running man. However, when the North Korean Soldier shot at the man, it was not just the man that died. The stray bullets killed many others too. People from the police station and other high positioned people got their fingers cut off and shot. I ran behind a wall to seek shelter. My heart was pounding. After 10 minutes, the firing of gunshots stopped. I went out and saw a land of horror below me. The bodies of many were left on the floor, unattended. This showed how cruel those North Korean Soldiers were! This incident left me in shock for the entire night, to the extent that I had nightmares and was unable to get any rest.
Many people were missing during the war. Many people were killed during the war. And all of them shared something in common. They were INNOCENT. There was hunger. People died of starvation. The living conditions were poor with the low temperatures. I did not complain about anything for fear of dying. I was struggling not to die. I was not trying to live. Neither was I trying to die. The war should never have happened. In conclusion, war is the worst tragedy in the world.
Yours sincerely,
Mervyn
7th October 1950
7th October 1950
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