I was in Kobe, Japan in 1941. My father had been doing a business, which made Japanese cookies and delivered to the local retail stores. I thought that the business was good, so he settled down there for 14 years until he died of high fever. Then, my mother and 3 sons, including me, moved to South, Korea.
When I was 10 years old, Korean War broke out. I went to the uncle’s for my shelter during the war, and suffered hardship as a farming laborer even if I was young boy. What I worked for my uncle was to feed the working cow, and to go to school while I was studying after school. After the war, I stayed with my family until I finished middle high school.
After I graduated high school, I went to Korean Air Force for serving my duty, so I could use my spare time, which meant to attend college in the afternoon class to be an officer. Right after 4 years, I became an officer and served for Intelligence field handling North Korean affairs.