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[Steelrails]

Day 1: After huddling in the basement of the school crapping myself in fear I wait for a lull. Since the firing started while I was at work and my survival kit of pringles and 4 giant bottles of Icis is at home I decide to walk home. Total chaos in some neighborhoods, eerie calm in others. Reaching home at midnight and realizing that there is nowhere near as much light and its getting dark since the powers out, and given the decline in firing, I decide to change my soiled trousers, mool-tissue myself clean and spend a night in the subway and not on the 14th floor. Unfortunately everyone else in Seoul has the same idea, so I spend the entire night either too exhausted to care and sleep in a dumpster or spend it all night shivering.

Day 2: Time to leave Seoul. There was a brief uptick in the barrage which must mean that KJI's Imperial Stormtrooper Guards are right outs die the city. After running for 20 minutes in total fear I realize that I am exhausted and spend 50 minutes huddled in an alley. The rest of the day is spent walking and eating up most of my food stash. After all, I can just stop at a GS25. As night approaches and darkness sets in, my theory is discarded as every GS25 seems to be guarded by someone looking mean and carrying a weapon.

Day 3: A brisk morning walk brings me to some Seoul suburb. At this time I realize that since its cold out and that cold=refrigeration, that broken jar of kimchi lying on the street must still be good. Unfortunately, while the kimchi was good I also drank some random water and now spend half the day voiding my bowels. After that's done with, I walk a few more miles. At this point, realizing that the firing has slackened off dramatically, and numb with shock, I find a few bottles of soju and drink myself into a stupor saying "Well they'll either kill me tonight or maybe we've won it all.". At this point I smell worse than a foot and am dreading one more night spent in the cold. Or if its summer I smell worse than a foot and am dreading spending another night sweating and I'm really worried about that water situation.

Day 4: A roving patrol notices and picks me and takes me to the aid station/tentground at some park/soccerfield. One of the soldiers proceeds to scold me for not reporting to an evacuee center. After hearing my idea to be Grizzly Adams he looks at me like I'm a moron. After a warm meal I vow never to complain about Korean food again. Word on the conflict is that after the rough first day SK/US Air Superiority has had a significant impact on artillery fire, which is now being redirected to deal with a counter-attack by USFK/ROK forces that are driving on Pyongyang. Apparently KJI's Million-man legion of doom and his hordes of this and that turned out to be about as useful as Saddam Hussein's boatload of Second-hand Soviet salvage.

Day 8: After some boring days spent at the refugee center playing kickvolleyball and watching newsfeeds we are told that the fighting is now deep enough inside North Korea and that USFK will take foreigners to their houses to retrieve anything they need before they are evacuated. Upon returning to my undamaged (or possibly looted) apartment I am greeted with a friendly "Hello" by my nextdoor neighbor who was too obstinant to move. Although he doesn't have running water or electricity he seems to have done quite fine by using a chamber pot and visiting the local aid station for his daily ration of water.

[silkhighway]

Day One: It's 10pm Sunday evening and I'm sitting home in my underwear in my 2nd floor one-room eating shrimp chips, drinking hites, and surfing Daves. I suddenly hear loud bangs and my power is suddenly gone. Is this the big one? I look out my rattling window and can see flashes in the distance but not much else. I try to make calls to my friends, co-teachers, anyone..but the lines are jammed and I can't get through. I run downstairs to check out what is happening and it seems like everyone else and their dog is gathered at the front door as well and wondering the same. It seems best to stay put until the bangs stop. Thankfully, I still have water pressure so I fill up a few jugs of water and then hang out in the basement with everyone from my building for the night.

Day Two: The bangs persisted all throughout the night and I didn't get any sleep last night. There's still no power, the phone is completely dead now and so is the water pressure. Shortly after dawn, the bangs seemed more distance so I headed out to see if I could get any information or find any supplies. Besides puffs of smoke in the distance, and the distanct sound of shells dropping, I couldn't see much and tthe only visible damage I could see was smashed glass.There were a lot of Koreans shuffling around, and cleaning up the glass. Traffic was very heavy, and everyone looked very worried but there was no panic and the streets were orderly. On the other hand, there was virtually no vehicles on the road except the occasional emergency vehicle. There was a police officer on every corner blowing their whistle and I figure they must have banned traffic on the roads. I coulnd't round up any supplies and nobody volunteered any information what was happening. I made my way to the subway stop but a police officer told me it was closed and wouldn't let me pass. When I asked what was happening the police officer said that North Korea attacked, but didn't have any more information. He waved me away when I tried asking more questions. I then tried to make my way to school but so many roads were blocked off I couldn't get through so with nowhere to go and nothing else to do, I returned home.

Day Three: The shelling persisted throughout the night, sometimes louder than other times, and the plumes of smoke look very thick this morning. his morning, I still have no information of what's happening. I went for a walk again and unlike yesterday, except for the sound of the shelling, the streets were eerily quiet with nobody on them. Most roads are blocked off and I got turned back at a police check. More out of boredom than anything, I returned home.

Day Four: I'm no longer speniding the nights in the basement anymore, but the shelling still keeps me awake all night long. I still have not had any reasonable contact with anyone and my shrimp chips and water is getting low. Again, I went for a walk and except for the shelling, the streets are eerily quiet. Stilll no signs of immediate damage except broken glass. Without contact with anyone for almost a week, I'm starting to get lonely and sick of my own company. I still don't know what is really happening and I finished off the remainder of the shrimp chips today and only have about 2L of water left.

Day Five Morning: I awoke from my brief sleep at 4am very hungry and thirsty. The shelling was louder than it has been so far and the window was vibrating back and forth. I was certain it was going to smash, and outside the smoke was very, very thick and I could hardly even see the flashes through it. I decided it was best to go back down to the basement again. At dawn, I went outside the shelling sounded distant again so I went outside and the sky was even darker than before. I saw a huge crowd of people in the street, and the police were walking down the middle of it shouting through loudspeakers. People were obviously more panicky than before and some Koreans were getting in heated arguments with the police officers and with each other. Lots of women and children were crying. I tried to push for information, and finally one passing Korean told me "the police are telling us we must leave this area now." I tried to push him why and he just shrugged his shoulders and kept going. I went upstairs and packed a quick bag -- not that I had much to bring including no food or water -- and I'm now out on the street moving with the crowd. This is the most people I've ever seen in my life, and it feels like I'm part of a huge wave of bodies all moving in the same direction. Some people have wheelbarrows and carts with all their belongings and small children on their shoulders. Occasionally honking trucks push through the crowds, but most of the people on the trucks look older. I have had a lot of people ask me if I had any spare food or water and offer me money but nobody does.

Day Five afternoon: We walked in the same direction for two hours, making me very thirsty and hungry. On the way, we passed by the first building I've actually seen that was directly hit. It was a four storey business building that looked like it was split in half. Heavy flames and smoke were coming off of it, but nobody was making an effort to put them out, and outside the building there were a few bodies lined up next to each other on the road with blankets on them. It was very disturbing, and it made some people obviously distraught. After a few kilometres, we have now been stopped at a checkpoint and a line of police officers are preventing us from passing. There are thousand of people gathered here, sitting, wondering what to do and thousands more behind me streaming in the same direction. From what I can gather, the bridges have been knocked out and there's nowhere we can cross to the other side. My food and water is now completly gone, and we're being told to be patient and wait, that food and water is on the way. However there are thousands and thousands of people here. How are they going to get food and water to all of us? I can't go back to my apartment. I can't cross the river. To make matters worse, it just started raining heavily. What am I going to do now?

[diver]

Day 1
The war starts. The hakwon director calls and tells me I must come to work or the parents will complain.

I go in. I am the only one there.

Fast forward to...

Day 30
Major combat operations cease. It is announced that the war is over. I find out I have to work every Saturday for the next 6 months to make up for missed classes. Director withholds security deposit for damage to my apartment.

[Steelrails]

[hellofaniceguy]

Well......if the s*&# does hit the fan.....schools won't be paying teachers.
ATM's will be out of service, banks will be closed....

[NYC_Gal]

I wired my money home and have an emergency bag at my apartment. I've always kept an emergency bag packed, though, even back home. The only difference is that I'm walking around carrying my passport and American credit cards. I'm also carrying my ipad in case I need to trade it for something.

[kimdeal54]

[Steelrails]

[orosee]

[mc_jc]

The evacuation plan for Americans goes as follows;

- Embassy staff and dependents
- Military non-essential staff and military dependents
- Injured, wounded or hospitalized US soldiers
- Businessmen and company personnel
- Ordinary civilians (registered with the US embassy)
- Dependents of ordinary civilians

It all depends on space as people will be airlifted either to Japan or to an aircraft carrier away from Korea.
The plan was to allow civilians into the gates of US military facilities as long as they have their passports in hand, those that don't will be turned away. From there, they will be processed and then they would have to wait to be evacuated from the facilities.

As for being attacked without warning- that won't happen.
The US and Korea has early warning systems in place that could detect movement or rocket launch in or around Seoul (don't you notice the small towers on the hilltops surrounding the city?)
The general idea is to have people evacuate or seek shelter a few hours before an impending attack.

[Paddycakes]

Day 1: Was suddenly awoken after all night bender to the sounds of large muffled thumps... initially thought it was my next door neighbor, Mr. Kim and his wife doing the nasty again... well, at least this time they're doing it without the Ajuma Pop on full blast.. couldn't get back to sleep, but still totally hung-over... turned on the internet to watch some of my favorite Japanese Bukake porn... gotta pysch myself up for my morning kindie class with my hot Korean co-teacher, Jung-Min, anyway I can... what the F#@#... no internet... those bastards at KT probably cut-me off since I haven't paid my bill in 4 months... all of sudden those sirens go off... I'm like...what the F#@#.... those things usually only go off only on the 15th around 2pm or so... Where's my bottle of Ministop Soju when I need it most...

Explosions get louder and I notice a commotion on the street. Lots of yelling and shouting and people driving like psychos even more so than usual.... I realized the dongsa has finally hit the fan and it's time get out of dodge...

I grab my emergency bag and empty out my "Angeles City Savings Jar" I keep proudly on my counter for all the won and USD's I can and run out the door...


Day 2: Link up with a bunch of English teachers... some of the females are huddling together and crying and going "Like Oh My God... Like Oh My God...." over and over again like some kind of scratching record.... Other are endlessly whining about whether or not they're still going to get their Severance after all this...

This quickly gets annoying, so I head south... toward... Jeju... and Angeles City.


Day 3: Linked up with some US soldiers on patrol... got some more details on the attack... the NORKS launched a surprise attack when everyone least expected it.... turns out the NORKS were monitoring DAVES ESL CAFE and were able to glean enough information based on MC-JC's posts to determine when and where USFK High Command was holding Poker Night...

Apparently the NORKS launched guided missle precision strike and took out the USFK Command and Control apparatus just as General Walter Sharp was about to announce that he had a "Royal Flush"...


Day 4: I beat-up some 7 year-old kid and stole his bike... Didn't feel sorry for him... f&@* little bastards always trying to dong-chim me in class.... Take that!!!


Day 5: Although totally inebriated from my emergency Ministop Sojo supply, I peddled my newly found wheels down to Mokpo... linked up with some Russian sailors and ask them if they were heading to the "DIRTY DUCK" go-go bar down in Angeles...

They mumbled something in Russian, and I staggered on to their ship and off I was was!!!

Anyone-e-kasio KKKorea!!!!

[interestedinhanguk]

[mc_jc]

The embassy staff would be replaced by officials from the Department of Defense and Department of State, who would oversee the war effort from the bunkers at Camp Red Cloud, Osan and Yongin.
The Embassy staff, base employees and military dependents have been practicing the evacuation plan for years during the NonCombatant Evacuation Operation (NEO) drills.
Those businesses that are members of AmCham also participate and they have a MOU with USFK to evacuate them in case of emergencies like war.

[silkhighway]

Day One. In my early morning funk, I pour a cup of my morning coffee and surf to BBC News. IT's slow loadin, but when it loads, there's breaking news: "Reports that North Koreais shelling Seoul. More to come." I spit coffee over my computer screen and surf every source of news I have. I'm suddenly wide awake and excited. Is everyone I know ok? Is this the end of the Korea I once knew and the beginning of something else, and what is that something else going to look like?

Day Two: I'm obsessed with events in Korea and I figure I may as well be there covering it. I write a heartfelt email to my editor friend at the Associated Press asking him to send me as a string writer.

Day Three: He responds. They already have people on it. Thanks anyways.

[agentX]

I'm far away from Seoul so there's not a lot of action for me to take part in.
Day 1: Stock supplies, gather important papers into one bag in case I have to flee. Charge all batteries.

Day 2 thru 5: Watch the skies for drones and the locals for spies. Take "affirmative action" as deemed necessary. "Hmm...that 10 year old girl is starting at that factory for an awful long time. Could she be a saboteur? Well, better not take chances."

Day 6: Restock supplies. Continue counter-espionage directives.

Day 8: US counterstrike in full effect. Wind down counter-espionage operations.

Day 10: War over. Monitor local activity, watch for saboteurs for 30 days in case of reprisal attacks. "Well, that adjumma is carrying such a big box. Could she be lugging a m-60? Well, better not take chances."