Korea. Hill 355. November 1951.
They say luck can turn suddenly. You can’t predict it, you can’t foresee it. Can good luck be found in a wet, cold, miserable place made of mud, debris, and blood? Some believed they found it in a quiet pause in the fighting. A peaceful moment, lost in a cigarette and loving memories. Or simply a mouthful of food to ease the twisting hunger.
Yet, you have to be cautious, because everything comes at a price. And so, when you least expect it, your luck might runout!…
