Changjin (Chosin) Reservoir, Democratic People’s Republic of (North) Korea
When he returned to the observation post, Lee carried a burlap bag half-full of sticky rice, turnips, winter kimchee, and dried sweet potatoes. He also had an interesting question that he posed inside their rank snow-hole as Stokey lit a fire big enough to make the frozen food chewable and small enough to keep the roof from melting.
“Why would the North Korean Navy be visiting the hydroelectric plant at Changjin?”
“Navy? I don’t know.” Stokey bit off a piece of sweet potato and thought it over for a moment. “We’re a long way from the ocean or any port out here. What makes you ask?”
“Two more big trucks arrived while I was down in the village.” Lee massaged a ball of rice, popped it into his mouth and chewed vigo
