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The Unforgotten War

I will never forget the morning of June 25, 1950. I was eight years old and living with my parents and brother in the Washington, D.C., area. My parents stayed in bed much later than usual, speaking to each other in hushed and fearful tones. They told us that war has broken out in Korea, but I could not fully understand what that meant.