Below is the text of a post I made this afternoon (my time) on Facebook because this weekend marks another anniversary of the Korean War’s end.
I am not sharing this at all because I want to start fights. I absolutely do not want anyone to suggest that. I have written what I have written out of profound admiration and sorrow because EVERYONE involved in the Korean War was a human being, and EVERYONE suffered, and EVERYONE lost family and friends and hope and a future to an extent that I simply cannot imagine.
Human suffering is human suffering. No matter who we are, or where we come from or what our national flag looks like, it is a profound love–of family, of homeland, of ideals–that leads people to willingly die in the worst imaginable ways so that elders and babies can be safe, so that young love can grow, so that mature love can sit peacefully, so that the sun can shine quietly over quiet fields and streets.
I just want to say to those who are no longer here, whoever they are, wherever they rest, “I am alive and free because you sacrificed everything. I sleep at night because you didn’t sleep. I eat well because you starved. I owe you everything and can never hope to live a life worthy of what you have given me. I am sorry. All I can say is thank you.”
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On July 28, 1953, the Korean War came to an uneasy end sixty-nine days before I was born. Its origins were murky; its time line, from 1950 to 1953, was short and brutal; it destroyed alliances formed in World War II that many assumed were impregnable; it devastated families on both sides of the conflict to an extent that may never be known.
The Korean War was technically a conflict, not a war. Not officially declared by anyone, not officially brought to a conclusion. Since June 25, 1950, hundreds of thousands of Asian families–Chinese, Korean, Japanese and others–have lived with a kind of human brokenness on a scale that can be captured in statistics but that is impossible to imagine.
I am ashamed to say that the conflict which officially ushered in the modern world (the Cold War, shuttle diplomacy, the arms race, the space race, modern germ warfare, modern chemical warfare, modern genocide by mass starvation . . .) almost passed me by this weekend.
Many people of my generation, particularly those in the United States, are not fond of thinking or talking about it.
In the immediate aftermath of World War II, Russia, China, and the northern provinces of Korea, with the city of Pyonyang as their focal point, strengthened alliances that had been in place for centuries in order to bring postwar order out of chaos.
The southern provinces of Korea, with Seoul as their focal point, feared being overwhelmed by an invasion; they did not have the military or financial resources necessary for an adequate defense. They sought help from the UN and received what turned out to be completely inadequate economic assistance.
On June 25, 1950, Chinese-led northern troops crossed the 38th Parellel, the point on the Korean Peninsula that the UN had designated as a temporary dividing point between factions struggling to decide how Korea would begin recovery from World War II. They caught southern troops off guard and advanced to Seoul which promptly fell and was taken over.
On June 27, U.S. President Harry Truman authorized sending troops to aid United Nations forces in pushing back the invaders. On June 28, General Douglas MacArthur was named Commander of the UN forces.
For three years, what was publicly deemed a “police action” ate up the lives and hopes of millions. According to History.com, the total number of all casualties was five million people, with ten percent being civilians. Forty thousand Americans lost their lives.
Finally, on July 4, 1953, a cease-fire was declared, and 24 days later both sides signed what is called an armistice agreement that ended the fighting but brought no justice for either side, caused no acknowledgement of grievances on either side, and proposed no solutions that would enable both sides to build political, social, and economic trust.
If it is true that those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it, then certainly we must talk MORE about the Korean War as time goes by, not less.
I can think of no more potent reminder of what happens when people speak but are not heard, stand under the sun but are not seen, and cry aloud about the pain of injustice but are not believed.