In April 1970, my father went to Vietnam for his second tour in the Army Corps of Engineers. My siblings and I were just old enough to watch the war on TV, but most of the time the Vermont hills restricted the signal, so we remained blissfully ignorant of what was happening. My dad came home safely, or so we thought.
Forty-four years later, it is his daughter who is in Vietnam. Like my father I landed at the former Da Nang U.S. airbase, now a major commercial airport. And my visit is directly related to the war. It ended …read more
Source: Huffington Post Green