Honestly living here one would never know it ever happened. I've seen variety show reenactments and not a dry eye in the house among those old enough to remember; a mother hurriedly handing her baby over to someone on a yacht headed out to a rescue ship.
I've been to a village that Cambodians invaded in 1980 and slaughtered nearly everyo…
Honestly living here one would never know it ever happened. I've seen variety show reenactments and not a dry eye in the house among those old enough to remember; a mother hurriedly handing her baby over to someone on a yacht headed out to a rescue ship.
I've been to a village that Cambodians invaded in 1980 and slaughtered nearly everyone, a monument of human bone, a tiny monk pointed to the temple floor, "they beheaded my father right here."
But I have never seen a squint of resentment for being American.
Like I said, in 1998 there were still disfigured and maimed people, but they are all gone now. I saw one ticket seller with no hands, too young to have been in the war, and wondered if a land mine had gotten him.
Honestly living here one would never know it ever happened. I've seen variety show reenactments and not a dry eye in the house among those old enough to remember; a mother hurriedly handing her baby over to someone on a yacht headed out to a rescue ship.
I've been to a village that Cambodians invaded in 1980 and slaughtered nearly everyone, a monument of human bone, a tiny monk pointed to the temple floor, "they beheaded my father right here."
But I have never seen a squint of resentment for being American.
Like I said, in 1998 there were still disfigured and maimed people, but they are all gone now. I saw one ticket seller with no hands, too young to have been in the war, and wondered if a land mine had gotten him.
I'm happy to read of their recovery. It actually seems amazing to me.
Mines. I have no words for how much I hate them.