In February of 2015, I was in Vietnam for the first time in 54 years, seeing Saigon and Hue again, Hanoi and Ha Long Bay for the first time.
It’s a country we “lost” 40 years ago, in April of 1975. There are commemorations and announcements everywhere now, celebrating the “reunification” of North and South Vietnam. The red hammer-and-sickle flag flies from doorways, balconies and trees, north and south.
Looking into the young faces of Vietnam 2015, hearing their questions about the time when I lived in their country, before they were born, before their parents were born, I kept seeing faces from long ago, all but one of them dead now.