When I trained with the ROK SF, they dug the stuff straight out of the ground where they stored it in burlap bags. Then they pickled it. When we would do p.t. with them in the morning you could smell Kimchi and Soju just coming out of their pores.
Understand totally. Deployed there for training exercises several times while I was in. Was one week short of sanctuary in late 1998 when I came on levy for 2ID. Got stuck doing a one-year unaccompanied tour from Feb 1999 to Feb 2000 and ended up being assigned to the ACofS G-5 Office. Worked a lot with active and reserve SF Civil Affairs Teams on their "Chueng Mu" plans.
Had one Korean American SP4 from Seattle that worked for me. Right before I left, he actually got drafted into the ROK Army due to his father. Man, that was a hell of a mess getting that straightened out. Evidently the kid had never renounced his Korean citizenship.
The weird thing about my wife is that she IS NOT Korean - she's a good ole Tennessee country girl, but for whatever reasons, she loves eating kimchi. I just get a whiff of it and I'm running out of the house. lol