[War] North Korea "A future's History" (part1)

[Eric McKnight]

"A future's History" (part1)
Ryu Seung-bok
Leader of the 'Korean Revolutionary Force'
June 30th 2001

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Ryu Seung-bok was walking home at night, smiling up at the stars. it
had been a good day, he had found a job, which means he could feed his
wife and children. Moving with a skip in his step he came over the
last hill and looked down at the village he lived in. the smile that
had been slid away in one heartbeat.

The military was in the village. It's never a good thing but it could
be just a check, or bullying from those in command, terrorizing the
countryside for whatever they could find. But even as the thoughts
came to him, his stomach told him it was a lie. Something bad was
happening.

He started moving down the hill when the first gunshot sounded, what
followed was a mix of automatic weapons and muffled screams. Fear took
the whole of Seung-bok he knew what was happening, knew there was
nothing he could do to stop it. And like a deer in headlights he was
motionless until the sounds and echo's ended.

As the military vehicles drove off, he could see they were not empty
women, and young girls, the wives and daughters of the village were
being taken...to be beaten, raped, sold into sexual slavery. Rumors
spoke of this happening in many small villages thru out the years but
were never spoke of. The military had little use for human life, often
saving the cost of a bullet by using public beating or hangings to
keep the civilian population inline.

The trucks were gone, the cries were silenced...and he ran. Ran
towards his home. 'They had escaped; they were able to hid and will be
waiting for me to tell them everything is ok. I just have to find
them' those thoughts kept running thru his head. Even though in his
heart he knew what he would find he couldn't believe it. He would find
them they would be alive. It was such a good day it can't end like
this.

Running thru the village barely seeing the bodies of friends shot dead
in the street, or those crying on hands and knees broken at having
there families ripped away. To his home, a very simple structure, a
hut those in other parts of the world would call it. And there he
first saw them. Standing there waiting for him arms wide...the image
fell away as the truth hit him. His 16-year-old son laid in a broken
position bullet holes throughout his form. Looking in hysterics his
wife, and both daughters were gone with no sign.

TBC