[Zim’s Note: While not a typical letter, this poem gives the reader insight into the wartime experiences of those who served in the Korean War as well as any letter could.]
Korea, The Chosen Place, a poem
Korea, the chosen place
Ravished by war, laid to waste
All United Nations there engaged
In another history Page.
Korea, tis not a beauty site
To see by day or by night.
The eye beholds only the gloom
Of a country buried in war’s tomb.
Korea, it’s been torn up
and torn down;
and marched down.
Korea, blood shed, land and mountains
Have been bathed by youthful fountains.
Brave men here have gone to their reward
Perishing ‘neath the sword.
Korea, twas not a war they say;
Only a police action day by day,
A testing place
For the human race.
Korea, two ideals clashing
Communism and democracy smashing;
The U.N.’s firm stand
Against the hammer red hand.
Korea, a question of peace there,
A question of peace everywhere
Soon it may be inflamed
Again in blood and war’s shame.
Korea, a prayer of the free
That inpeace here we may see
The sword no more to rise
On any land or any skies.
—S/Sgt. Irvin V. Worden
The poem is by S/SGT Irvin V. Worden, on 14 December 1953, while stationed in Korea. This poem is included in the book “Korea, The Chosen Place, a view from Old Smokey”, the story of my fathers experiences in Korea. –Stephen H. Worden