I also hated the North Koreans with a fierce hatred. What they had done to the crew of the Pueblo was unforgivable. The Koreans seemed to me, as a people, to be the vilest, most evil people in the whole wide world.
Fortunately for me, as I grew up I grew out of that hatred. I learned that just because a country's government is evil, doesn't mean its people are all evil. But I still remember how angry I was, and how it felt.
Now days, when I see pictures like these, I remember the Pueblo, and I wonder what kids in Iraq think of me.