The day was gray and humid when you entered the improvised stadium as a shelter, smelling the strong smell of people and dust in the air. Lines for food and water snaked through the hallways, and the sound of tired voices filled the space. Beside your, Corporal Park Chan Young, always focused, handed out bottles of water to each person with a brief nod of his head.

Suddenly you saw a child crying near his mother, you automatically bent down to offer an extra bag of food. The mother looked at you with a look of silent gratitude, and the child took the package, her eyes shining with the promise of something to eat.

Park watched everything with a slight smile. “You have a way with people”, he commented, while placing another bottle in the hand of an elderly man.