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The Most Unusual Independence Day In South Korea’s History: 4 Things You Should Know

I can’t help but wonder what could have happened if a young man had taken on the mantle of “King of the Republic,” and if he’d have actually managed to convince his fellow citizens of their own independence.

A nation that was once ruled by a single dictator, and a country that had been a country of nearly 50 years of independence, has become the country that most Americans consider the “enemy” of the United States, and the country where American troops have been fighting to preserve the nation.

And that’s a pretty amazing achievement for a country which once had no enemies.

I was on the streets of Seoul when I first heard about this Independence Day.

On that day, I remember thinking that it was a really big deal.

The day had come to mark the day that the nation was finally free from the oppression of the military dictatorship that had ruled South Korea since the early 1940s.

The United States was the first country to have formally renounced military rule, and had begun its transition to democracy, with the formation of the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

South Korea had never fully made the transition to democratic governance, and its government was in the grip of an endless series of false political scandals that were at the center of the country’s current political crisis.

The current president, Park Geun-hye, had just resigned.

The military dictatorship was still in power, and there were rumors that Park’s son, Jang Song-thaek, had been involved in the murder of her husband, the former president.

In a country where people like Park and Jang had never experienced the luxury of freedom, and where the military had a reputation for cruelty, it was an important day.

I remember sitting in the street outside a supermarket with my friends, wondering how we were going to get there.

When we finally got there, we got on the bus and headed toward the military complex, the headquarters of the Korean People’s Army.

It was a very small military complex with a very high concentration of soldiers.

The bus driver pulled up next to us and said, “Hey, can I help you with your bus ticket?”

We had no money, and we were still a little confused about how to get on the train.

We got on, and as we were standing at the door, a soldier with a military-style uniform stood right behind us.

“Are you on a military bus?” he asked.

“Yes, I am,” I said, nervously.

He gave me the bus ticket, and I walked over to the seat.

It wasn’t exactly the same bus that we were on at the supermarket, but it was the same train.

I was surprised to find that I had been on a train to Seoul, where the rest of the train was waiting for me.

I couldn’t help thinking that this military bus was a kind of private plane.

The train took off for a few minutes, and then it stopped in front of the bus station, and when it came to the gate, I asked the soldiers at the gate to let me in.

At the entrance, I got on and walked around the other side of the gate and down to the train station, where I waited until it was ready to take me home.

We were on the Korean Railway, which runs on the same track as the U.S. interstate, and every day we’d be heading for Seoul.

It’s been a few years since we had a regular train from Seoul to Washington, and it was still pretty much the same route, only a bit shorter.

On our last trip, we had arrived at the U, D.C., station and boarded a train that took us to the Capitol, where we could see the White House from the street.

It seemed like a great idea, and so we boarded and went inside.

There was no one else on the outside, and most of the seats were taken by a small group of people.

I thought, I guess I can just get out and walk around and make some friends.

I walked around and sat down in one of the front seats.

After a while, I saw a little boy in the front seat, wearing a green jacket, and asked him, “Where are you going?”

He said, I’m going to school.

I looked around, and said to him, What’s going on here?

And he said, What the hell is going on?

We’re in Seoul, I’ve got a bus, and this is my class.

I don’t have a seat.

We talked for a little bit, and he asked me what was wrong.

I said I just didn’t feel right.

And he told me that his father was dying, and that I should get a seat in the car.

And then he said that he was going to make a speech at school, and at the end of the speech he was dead.