Today our first stop was the Korean Memorial in Washington, D.C.
The solders were like ghosts against the gray sky above and the green foliage below. The wall of the names carved into the granite stone reflected our faces symbolizing that they were all people just like us. They were willing to fight forces who were oppressing the people of Korea. The faces of the statues reflected what was in their souls pain, sadness, and fear. Even with such things embedded into their heart and soul they were also strong, brave and determined to survive and help these people.
I realize just what freedom means to me. Freedom means having an education and not forced to stay home. It means not giving up on people that others have, and fighting for them. It means that the revolting amount of blood shed and killing was for the freedom we hold dear to us.
'FREDOM IS NOT FREE'
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