As morning light arrived in 1958, my eyes automatically turned to the top of Mudeung-san. It gave me the weather report for the day. Aloft in my underpowered aircraft, the top of Mudeung-san told me that I was nearly home, my makeshift, abandoned stucco cottage left by the Japanese Imperial Army. Looking for the sole grass airstrip, I knew that the winds of Mt. Mudeung-san cast confusing streams of air current. Hence, I had to get low enough to see flag directions. Over the tents of the Republic of Korea, 1st Corp army my L-19 plane allowed me to escape the ardurous gravel road trip from Taejon by Jeep. That small detachment of 26 Americans surrounded by 4,000 Korean troops was home through parts of two winters. More than a half century later, Korea has changed immensely. But, Mudeung-san stands as ever, symbolic in the heart of an old warrior.

— Vernon J. Hendrix, M. D.. Mableton, Georgia. United States.

Taking it way back