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 Following is an unforgettable incident, which took place at the Eastern Front during the Korean War in early fiftieth. Mr. George R. Stevens was a dignified and serious young army lieutenant. He was the Chief Intellegence Officer of 116th Combat Engineer Battalion under the direct command of the 10th Corp of the US Army, the major war machine responsible for the battles at the Eastern Sector of the Korean penisular. Also, George was in charge of the personnel affairs of the Korean indigenous people employed by the unit plus taking care of a battalion size of the Korean Service Corp(KSC:Supporting hands for the war effort at the front line; served in the area such as the supply road construction & maintenance, bunker construction and delivery of logistic supplies). At that time, I served as his interpreter, still with the status of 18 years old high school senior; schools were closed.
 
It was early spring in the later part of Korean conflict, February 1953 I think. It was still cold out there. There were ferocious artillery bombardment, air strikes everyday and occasional bunker skirmishes, but the war activities in general had been relatively stagnant and both sides very much dug in, and the armistice was being negotiated at Panmoonjum area. So we were able to enjoy some leisure.
 
George was a geologist and execellent in map reading. He also had great interest in cultural and historical things. So when we had a day off or spare time, we often visited or looked around the ruins of old buddhist temples or damaged school buildings in the area.
 
Once we made a trip to the East Coast, three of us, George, a soldier driver and myself. And our destination that time was Shin Hung Sa Temple, which was of course picked up by George with his war map. After about four of five hour drive through the main supply road, we came to a jeep trail, a narrow and bumpy one ran into mountain area and occasionally had to cross the open streams, Finally we reached a large and old temple surrounded by the thick forest. It was first created in early Shilla Dynasty, about 7 AD and served as the principal temple of the Eastern coastal area. The structure of the temple was intact and looked so beautiful from outside.
 
When entered through the main gate, to our great surprise, we witnessed a vandalism being taken place. A flock of Korean soldiers staying there were tearing the floor of the temple hall for fire wood. The statutes of Buddha were broken down and scattered around the floor in other prayer buildings. No body cared about and in utter chaos. George was angry at this sight and really up-set. I had never seen George become so furious as that, ever before and there after. Upon asking me to translate exactly what he would be going to say, he started scolding those soldiers involved in such a relentless tearing of floorings. His voice was high pitched. The denotation of his hollering was something like this "You, fellow soldiers! You should be ashamed of your-selves. You are destroying your cultural and historical assets; this is an act of barbarians", including a few other blunt remarks, he added. I myself felt bad about their irresponsible be-havior. They could easily fetch fire woods in the forest near by or they could also arrange some of those cultural properties in order. But they were too lazy to do so and also very much thoughtless toward the national treasures. It was a sad scene. To such a roar, the soldiers are taken aback and stopped their working. Shortly, a captain of the troop had shown up and saw what his soldiers were doing. He apologized. George reminded the captain of the value of those historical things and advocated the protection of those properties, even in amid of the war. We found that the troop was a detachment of the Reconnaissance Company from the Korean Army division near by. The captain explained to us that the area of the temple was occupied by the North Korean regime before the war and there were no care takers working for the temple. It had been abandoned. Any way, Mr. Captain promised to take care it as best as he can during his stay there. That promise was very well kept.
 
About tweleve years later, in 1965, I made a trip there for mountain climbing while serving as the Secretary to the Prime Minister and found the temple standing intact and beautifully repaired. The area is now called Surak National Park and one of the best tourist attraction and thousand and thousands of the people are now visiting the temple and the beautiful national mountain park.
 
Often, I make trip to the place and would talk with the chief monks there. They are so appreciative of George's high moral act.


 
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