bread, canned food, and beautiful English songs coming from the radio. Although the volunteers couldn't understand what was being sung, they were still moved by the beautiful melodies.
Inside the air-raid shelter, I hummed along softly under my blanket, feeling more relaxed than I had since coming to this world.
I had brought that radio back from the battlefield with my last bit of strength. I had been telling Commander Chu that I had heard intelligence from the Americans on the radio, and now I finally had something to prove it. However, at first, the soldiers were a little unhappy that I was listening to American music.
"Why are you listening to American stuff?" Tiger, being outspoken, immediately questioned me: "Those American devils are yelling in there, what's so good about it? And
