“I Write On Asia And The Pacific. Here’s Why.“, Medium, July 17, 2013.
I never met Eugene, but I think about him a lot. It’s funny, that someone you could never imagine being in your family could end up thinking about you so much, but that’s America. Mostly, I wonder what was going through his head the day he died, a short distance from the Yalu River. It was getting colder and the snow was starting to fall. Did he even know where Korea was a year earlier? Did he ever wonder to himself why he was in such a godforsaken, freezing place just five years after World War II, and why Chinese soldiers were trying to kill him?