In the mid 70's I lived in Korea as a guest of Uncle Sam. I met a girl there who became my wife. She taught art in a middle school in a small town outside Seoul. Every day I would ride the bus from the US Army hospital where I was stationed to the school where she worked and wait for her to finish classes. Then we would walk back to her small house in a tiny farming village. We had to walk across dikes like this where it was only wide enough for one, so I carried her across on my back. After dinner I would have to walk back across in the dark to get back to my post before curfew. It's still one of my fondest memories. Whenever I carry her now, we always laugh about those days.
Mark Kelly writes:
In the mid 70's I lived in Korea as a guest of Uncle Sam. I met a girl there who became my wife. She taught art in a middle school in a small town outside Seoul. Every day I would ride the bus from the US Army hospital where I was stationed to the school where she worked and wait for her to finish classes. Then we would walk back to her small house in a tiny farming village. We had to walk across dikes like this where it was only wide enough for one, so I carried her across on my back. After dinner I would have to walk back across in the dark to get back to my post before curfew. It's still one of my fondest memories. Whenever I carry her now, we always laugh about those days.