Children Never Old Due To War

I, in nineteen-forty-two, 
am born (of all the luck!) a Jew. 
The odds are I shall not survive. 
(Indeed, I died in forty-five.) 

Korea, Fall of fifty-three: 
an Incheon newborn...? Hey: that's me. 

It seems they're drawing down the War. 

(Alas! I'm dead by fifty-four.) 

(A work in progress)