at Nunsan-ni, being briefed by a colonel in charge of the United Na tions correspondents. Doug Bushby of Australia had his credentials given him for the trip to Panmunjom. My only credentials were a pair of khaki trousers and shirt. We climbed into our jeep and passed through four M.P. check-points and finally we found ourselves at Panmunjom. It was interesting to see our dele gates of the United Nations coming to the area by helicopters. Across the grounds the Korean People’s Army and Chinese People’s Volun teers delegates were arriving by out dated 1947 seven-passenger Chrysler sedans and modem Russian-built jeeps. When all the delegates were assembled in the building, Lt. Gen. William K. Harrison, Jr., and Lt. Gen. Nam II came out of their respective
open market. When they finished they had a total of $8,000 U. S. cur rency. They said, “This is just a love offering to God for His goodness towards us.” Today in Pusan stands a newly erected stone church to the glory of Christ. Before the war, the Presbyterian Church was extremely strong in North Korea but weak in South Ko rea. When the Communist forces came down from the north it drove the church south and with it the fer vor of the North Korean Christians. Although my time in Korea was brief I saw over and over again evi dences of the strength and sincerity of the Korean Christians. It is only fitting that I close by tell ing our experiences at Panmuniom when the now historic peace truce was signed. We had spent the night
tents and entered the building seat ing themselves between the delegates. At each table were nine documents which each general had to sign. There wasn’t a sound other than the hum of the newsmen’s Cameras. Ex actly 12 minutes later the negotiators walked out without saying a word to each other. Twelve hours later as the small silvery moon came up over the clouded Korean hills some shouts went up while a few stayed by their phones to see if it were really true. Nylon vests, though discarded, were kept in reach just in case. Though the guns were silenced, keyed-up emotions stole their sleep. Commu nist-operated loudspeakers blared, “Congratulations to the United Na tions Forces.” I wondered, what price truce? m o r e y
These are the United Nations' front-line bunkers Killman visited at war's end. Enemy held all the high grounds
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