Spread the gospel that the Marine Corps is a force that has changed. We're not in 1942 anymore.
I do not think we should be trying to save our freedom by killing the safeguards that keep our liberties.
The reader feels as if he is in Chongjin, where starving people ate the bark off trees; or atop Mount Taesong with the elite of Pyongyang, whose existence is a mix of sadism and whimsy; or with the masses who are bombarded day and night with the propaganda of North Korea's alternate reality.