Spring moved north across the scarred face of Korea. Beyond Seoul, the forsythia was yellow and the trees were in leaf. At Panmunjom, the U.N. negotiators waited for some break in the wall of Communist obduracy; in the mud of the front lines, the soldiers waited their turn to go home. Thousands of Korean farmers could not wait. They moved north with the spring, a patient, hopeful tide, back to their own acres or to those of families wiped out in the war.
Tragic victims of battle, the South Koreans as a whole came through the winter (mildest in a quarter-century)...
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