my thoughts

This is the story of my life. My birth name is Yang Min Ho, but my adopted parents gave me their last name when they found me in order to hide me from the japanese. I was born some time between late 1917 and early 1918 but my exact date of birth in unknown because i was found in the dead arms of my mother during the march first movement (aka. samil movement) in seoul, korea. My mothers name is unknown, but my fathers name was Yang Han Mook. My father was one of 33 korean nationalist that formed the core of the march first movement and was one of the men that created the korean declaration of independance. This caused large crowds to draw in and the japanese did not appreciate this one bit and thus throughout the movement the japanese police, and military massacred many koreans in the movement, including my parents when i was around one year old. They had died trying to liberate korea from the japanese and shielded me with their as much as they could in order to protect me so i would not be harmed. After my parents death my foster parents and I moved away to Inchon and that’s where i grew up until i went to junior college, then i moved back to seoul to be in a prestigeous boys school. I grew up learning many physical and mental skills honing both to my max. During my school years i was known as a guy that would never lose twice because i was a natural at everything and it only took me one try to perfect anything. once i graduated posong junior college in seoul korea in 1938 i moved to america bringing my large inheritance my parents left me. It was hard for me to reach america because of the immigration act of 1924 but i got to america and once i reached america i decided that this was only going to be a temperary home so thus i never bought a home here and just got a duel citizenship and traveled around the country. Not long after i got to america World War II started so i decided to join the military. Since i was so talented i was able to be int the army, navy, and air force. i did my part mainly attacking the japanese for revenge against my home country. In one instance while in Iwo Jima my platoon had been fighting for so long we had run out of ammo and thus the rest of my platoon surrendered and i too was brought down. We were help prisoner after they debated killing us or keeping us as prisoner. They should have killed us because I was able to break free and used their guns against them. We took over the entire base and used it for ourselves until the battle was over. Once we won world war II I stayed in the military in order to make a name for myself. Once the Korean War started i went straight there because it was my country in the war and i had to do my best for my country. I fought very hard and i was very close to general MacArthur during the war since i grew up in korea. I suggested to him we attack from Inchon and i strategically told him how we could do it since i knew that area very well. He later on took the idea as his own, but that didnt matter to me as long as it was successfully applied. I went straight into battle and fought losing track of the rest of my platoon becoming a lone soldier. During that time i ran into an enemy platoon and killed them all, but not without any injuries, and i collapsed from my injuries. I woke up in the house of the most beautiful woman i had ever seen. Her name was Han Hee Jae and she lived near where i had just fought, treated my wounds and saved me. A search squad started searching for me since i killed the platoon stationed there. They came to the house while i was still weak and tried to kill me but i shot back and killed a few before the rest decided to leave and burn the house with us still in it. We narrowly escaped and i vowed to protect her since i had caused her so much trouble. She traveled with me until we found my base, and then she stayed safe while i continued to fight. Since i had such a great record i was able to get her to come back to america with me after the war was over. We had gotten so close in the period of time we were together we got married as soon as we got to america and we bought a home in Burbank, California and settled down. Every now and then i went out for a drink around beverly hills where everything was more upper class and on my one day i saw this guy and his wife with some friends trying to get into their house that they accidentally locked themselves out of. Since I knew how to pick locks i picked the lock to his house and showed him how to pick locks in case he ever locked himself out again. Later on i learned that his name was Charles Manson and that wasn’t his house he was trying to get into, and that he had completely lied to me. Because of that i decided it was better to only help people out, but not teach them anything unless i am sure of their true intentions. My wife and i traveled a lot, and one seemingly normal day we were in a line to see a movie when this guy in front of us in line started choking on some popcorn caught in his throat. Since i was behind him i decided to put my arms around him and thrust my fist into his stomach hoping to use the force of his breath to shoot the popcorn out. A man who was nearby saw this and made it into a life saving technique called the heimlich manuever named after himself. We continued to travel all around the United States until the mid 1980’s. By then we had seen all of what America had to offer us and we decided to move back to our home country of what was now South Korea. Korea had changed so much since we were last here and everything was so different we decided to live by ourselves with no involvment with the rest of the world. This is my life story of how i have lived my life from my birth somewhere between late 1918 and early 1919 to now April 29, 1993. This is my legacy that i leave behind.