KeithD
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My first world-class memorable event came before I really could remember it, although family memories made it memorable. It was another "Daddy's disappeared" event. Slightly belore I turned four, we arrived in Seoul, Korea, mere days before the June, 1950, invasion of South Korea by the North. My dad was the Army Attache in the U.S. embassy but was up on the DMZ inspecting a ROK border regiment. On the morning of the invasion, he woke up to find the whole regiment had taken a powder and he had to make his own way to the coast, dodging invading North Koreans. Another "missing, presumed dead" week and after only a few days in Korea, my family was evacuated to Tokyo.