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A Private
My image of a soldier had been strongly impressed on my mind as the icon of a real man, like a father with tough spirit. But it was impossible to find that kind of men when I joined the army. ¡®A private¡¯ was treated merely as a child only because of the fact that he has just enrolled. He had to be accompanied by a superior whenever he wished to go to the bathroom or take a shower. It meant he was stripped of all controls, even of his natural desires.
Soldiers were different from what I had in mind and it seemed doubtful they were loyal enough to devote their lives when a war ever broke out. As I was discharged from the military service, my two brothers were about to enter the army too. I felt sorry to see them experience everything I had gone through during the service. Ever since, soldiers were no longer brave and sturdy men to me but pitiful beings treated as nothing in the society. As a man born in Korea, whoever he was or whatever he did before the enrollment, the moment he puts on the military uniform the individual being he was evaporates into thin air. Through forced depersonalization he becomes a fragile child, a nothing.
The project intended to capture them living through such ironic conditions. Their body did not move so much as an inch while I worked with them. It was almost as if I was taking pictures of the dead who¡¯s existence had already perished.



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