Mother, I killed a man.
There will be about 10 people with a stone wall in between.
I threw a frightening explosive weapon called a grenade with 4 commandos and killed them in an instant.
The grenade blast tore my eardrums apart.
Even as I write this right now, my ears are filled with a terrifying roar.
Mother, their legs fell off and arms fell off. It was such a harsh death.
Even though they are enemies, I think of them as human beings, and moreover, thinking that they are people of the same language and sharing the same blood, it is heartbreaking and heavy.
Mother, why do we have to go to war?
I think my heart will calm down only when I tell mother of this complicated and painful feeling.
I feel scary.
Thousands of my classmates are lying next to me in the scorching sunlight, waiting for the enemy to attack, as if waiting for death.
The enemy is silent. But never know when they will come back. There are too many enemies. We are only 71.
It's scary to think about what will happen no
Mother, I want to hold you in your arms as soon as the war is over.
Yesterday I washed my underwear by myself.
As I put on my clean underwear, I had two thoughts.
The white jade-white underwear mother washed and the underwear I washed.
But I don't know why I imagine a shroud while changing my clean underwear. A shroud that is worn on the dead.
Mother, maybe I will die today. I don't think many of those enemies will just retreat.
Mother, it is not that death is scary, but that I am afraid to think that
neither mother nor brothers will be able to meet.
But I will live. I will definitely go live.
Mother, I'm finally at peace. Mother, I will surely live to go back to you again.
I want to eat lettuce wrap Ssam. I'm eager to drink cold water endlessly from the cold spring to make my teeth ache.
Ah! The guys are coming. I will write again. hello mother! Ha! Oh no hello, I will fire it again... Bye...
This is the diary of Lee Woo-geun, a boy soldier who died in the Battle of Pohang in August 1950, the 3rd Division of the ROK Army, was killed in the field in front of Pohang Girls' Middle School.
The diary was found in his pocket.