In Saigon (now named Ho Chi Minh) we visited the War Museum which included many war remnants and displays. They started our tour with war protests from around the world including Kent state and others.
They also included some of the worse aspects of war. Such as My Lai, dioxin (agent orange). The museum is housed at the site of a former prison, first established by the French, but also used by our south vietnamese allies until the fall of Saigon.
Very moving and disturbing but clear to me that if we had more widely known what was done, the war would have ended much sooner.
Outside on the grounds near the captured American Chinook helicopter we met Bao Pham, a man our age who lost both arms to a mine shortly after the war. We bought from him a book at 10x cost to show our concern. He was actually very friendly and represented the attitude of most of the vietnamese people we met.
Everything I think we wanted for Vietnam and her people is coming true in their own way and in their own time (which is coming very fast indeed).
Peace for Saigon is a cacophony of energy and commerce. There is a flow to life and traffic in this city of 8.4M. I could feel this flow as we crossed the streets.
Standing still is not the best option. Drivers could watch as we moved. They would go where will not be, but only if we keep moving. Like a dance, we learn to trust them and they us as we gained experience on the streets.
To stop is to break the flow. Drivers unable to see when we might go or where we are headed. Starting again is a leap of faith the starts slow but soon we rejoin the flow one step at a time.
Our trip through life is perhaps the same way. Our goal is not simply to get to the other side but to dance with others as they make their way along their path as well.