A Lost Audio Recorder in Ho Chi Minh City

Neither rain nor humidity nor the pace of travel through Vietnam would have allowed me to forget it. Yet on that final day of our trip, I was emotional. Distracted. Nervous. Sad. I’d done it. I’d traveled with my war veteran father back to the place he’d served. And I was minutes away from leavingContinue reading “A Lost Audio Recorder in Ho Chi Minh City”

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