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Richard Marley
UWRT 1101
Instructor: Malcolm Campbell
30 September 2014
An Idiot Abroad
“Annyeonghaseyo!” The first word I heard when I stepped off the plane in Inchon. I had
no idea what that meant, I assumed it was a greeting of some form. I was right. “Ann-hey-yong-
hah-say-yo,” I tried to reply back while blushing. The tiny Korean flight attendant gave a warm,
friendly smile and patted my shoulder as I walked on to try and find my bags. The airport was
gargantuan. Bright lights everywhere, little kiosks with food, Korean named airport stores with
goods I‟ve never seen before, everything labeled with squiggly lines and little circles (I would
find out later that the written Korean language is called Hangul or한글.) Thankfully it was an
international airport so English titles were under almost every major sign which made it easier to
navigate. I remember walking down a large white marble terminal with my assault pack on (large
army backpack.) I was wearing Jeans, a black hoodie, and white tennis shoes that I used for PT
(physical training) I was just trying to keep it comfortable for the 18 + hour flight. Walking down
that terminal I passed by so many people that were noticing my size, it made me feel weird. At
the time I was a slender 155 lbs. still at 5‟11” and the shoes probably added another inch so an
even 6‟ tall. Not to say that there aren‟t tall Koreans, they‟re just rarer than someone my size in
the states where I‟m completely average. After walking for what seemed like 10 miles and riding
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a speedy little Samsung tram to the exit of the airport I finally found the United States Armed
Forces Korea booth that I needed to check in with.
The man behind the tiny gray partition was about my age and 6‟3”. He was wearing the
Army Service Uniform, our dress uniform. You could see his ribbon decorations gleaming from
across the hall. “How‟s it going man?” he almost whispered. “Um, alright I guess. Why are you
talking so quietly?” I hadn‟t noticed the time because of my haste to get here, but it was almost
3am Korean time… and I was a day in the future. After signing in, he checked his watch and
rushed me out the door because the last shuttle to Yongsan (the name of the base I was to be
stationed at) was about to pull off. I panicked when he returned inside after hastily pointing to
one of the three large plum colored tour busses sitting outside the terminal. I boarded the one I
assumed he was pointing at especially because it had a little “USAG-Y” plate on the side which I
thought meant, “United States Army Garrison – Yongsan.”
I was unusually chipper for this time of night, probably because the time I was used to
was approximately 2pm… paired with the fact that I was in a foreign country and on my way to
my first real duty assignment in the Army. Fast forward an hour and some change and I see a
large concrete wall leading up to a 4 story high concrete ceiling, housing probably 6 Korean
soldiers that were wearing the US uniform with different patches. I thought I had been put on the
wrong bus. There was no way Korean gate guards would be at an American post. I started
freaking out and ran to the front of the luxury tour bus moving my hands over the soft seats,
tripping over a Korean guy on my way. He muttered something in Korean that I didn‟t
understand so I said, “Sorry,” and walked up to the driver. I tapped on the shoulder of his torn,
smelly leather jacket and said, “Is this Yongsan?” He replied quickly with, “Nay.” My heart sank
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(it sounded like “NAY” which I thought was “NO.”) “Sir, I‟m in the Ar..,” The guard walked on
the bus just then cutting me off. I turned around to see him standing there in American ACUs
(Army Combat Uniform) with Hangul patches where his name and service should be, and he had
a South Korean Flag in place of the American Flag. “Sir, may I
please see your identification card.” It wasn‟t a question, and
the way the words flowed out of his mouth sounded almost
robotic. I fumbled through my wallet to find my card to present
the man. While he studied the card I noticed that he had on an
American army unit patch (image 1) I immediately recognized
the patch as the 65th
Medical Brigade (the unit I was assigned to, I had done my research.) I
asked the guard if this was Yongsan. He replied, “Yes, home of the 65th
Medical Brigade, 1st
Signal Brigade, 501st Military Intelligence Brigade, and the 35
th Air Defense Artillery Brigade!”
He had practiced that once or twice, this time he sounded even more robotic than before. I asked
him why the driver had told me that this wasn‟t Yongsan which finally brought him out of
scripted answer mode into a more natural speech. He first asked the driver something in Korean,
then responded to me with, “He says that he said this IS Yongsan.” I was so confused. “No, he
said „Nay‟ when I asked him.” A smile… finally a human emotion coming though. “In Korean
„Neh‟ means yes!” I nodded and smiled back. I tried to say the phrase that the flight attendant
had said to me earlier that night because I assumed it was friendly, “Ahn-ee-yong-hockey-yo.” I
fucked it up… He laughed and scribbled something down on a pad to hand me.
Annyeonghaseyo. Ahn-ee-ong-ha-sey-oh. Hello.
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I turned a difficult to describe shade of red, I can only assume it was about the color of a fire
truck. I then said back, “Ah nee ong ha sey oh. Annyeonghaseyo. Hello.” I nailed it that time.
The guard walked back off the bus and to his post, I sat down and folded the note to put in my
wallet. The stutter and release of the air brakes set the bus back in to motion.
We stopped again probably five minutes later at The Dragon Hill Lodge. A massive,
opulent, adorned, red brick building that was easily 8 stories tall with a basement. Walking into
the foyer upon marble floors was reminiscent of the airport at Inchon and you are met with the
sweet smell of the bakery downstairs and a light piano playing in the background. After checking
in and schlepping my green Army duffel bags to the elevator and down the never-ending hallway
I arrived at a heavy wooden door with the number 215 in white on a forest green placard. I
stumbled into the room and made a B line for the light switch… nothing. There was a card
beside the light that had more Korean symbols on it that I didn‟t understand. I spent 2 hours
trying to turn on the lights in the room with only the light of the television to help me. After
giving up, showering in the dark, using the restroom on a foreign toilet in blackness, and getting
dressed, I noticed a tiny sign near the room telephone saying to place the room key in a slot by
the phone for room lighting. I decided right then do formal learning of the Korean language, this
was going to be a long year.