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On March 18, 1951, my infantry unit crossed the Yalu River toward a Korean city that had been destroyed by bombs. We each carried 65-pound packs. We would not see China again for almost three years. I had been one of the first university students in Communist China. I studied English, but when the government called me up for service, I threw away my pen and donned a uniform. Without any training, I joined millions of other soldiers. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]