United Nations: Hope for a Divided World [antikvár]

^^oreword In makch, 1959, as the special representative of the Secretary-General I visited Korea. My mission was to make an agreement with the Korean government concerning the United Nations cemetery. When I came to Pusan on a spruig morning the cloudless sky, the wind, the earth breathed life, but all about me were the white wooden crosses of the dead, Pusan lies at the tip of Korea, that Asian peninsula which has been the battleground chosen by both the Tsars and the Communists for the domination of the Far East. Buried at Pusan are some 2,000 soldiers who died fighting the Communists from North Korea and China; the bodies of the American dead have been brought back to the United States. The cemetery at Pusan is surrounded by green hiUs on three sides, and the fourth faces the sparkling sea; here are the graves of soldiers from fifteen countries: Australia, Belgium, Canada, Colombia, Ethiopia, France, Greece, Luxembourg, the Netherlands, New Zealand, the Philippines, Thailand, Turkey, the Union of South Africa, the United Kingdom. With the Americans and beside the South Koreans, all these men from so far away fought and died under the banner of the United Nations. Their purpose: to throw back and defeat aggression. As I laid a wreath on behalf of the United Nations an honour guard saluted. I was there to do honour, amid a great 3