The guests had plowed through Hearts of MacArthichoke d'Inchon and toyed with their Filet de Sole au Yalu River. They had survived bowls of kimchi, the mouth-searing concoction of pickled cabbage, hot peppers and garlic that is Korea's national dish. And now, with the speeches over, here they are, clustered around a piano in the Marriott Key Bridge Hotel, singing. Except for the gray in the hair, and a sagging of chests toward the belt line, the scene suggests (as it is meant to) a press billet in the city of Taegu, say, three decades ago when the United Nations forces...
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