Kim Won Kyu, 11, loved the candy which the strange Americans who had come to Korea always seemed to carry. With his father, mother and 19-year-old sister, Kim lived in a thatched mud hut at Chosan, a village two miles south of Panmunjom and only a few hundred yards from the road along which candy-laden U.N. convoys were traveling to the U.N.-Communist liaison point. It was very convenient.
One day last month Kim and an older playmate, not satisfied with their haul of goodies and hoping for more, followed an allied convoy across the Panmunjom bridge. When a Red guard hastened...
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