The name Yung Dung Po reminds me of a little ditty I learned over there. It is to the tune of "On the Banks of the Wabash" It goes like this:"When the ices is on the rice beyond the Yalu, And the Chinese come a-creeping 'cross the snow. Don't you look for me GI to be there to help you; I'll be sitting on my ass in Yung Dong Po..." Love Letters to Pete, a Korean War Memoir: January 1, 1953 to October 10 1953. See here: https://archive.org/details/loveletterstopet0000rona/page/18/mode/2up?q=%22ice+is+on+the+rice%22
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