Monday, April 25, 2005
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Fervor
When I tell people I plan to go To Viet Nam they always ask if I am going to be a missionary. i want to tell them "'yes, but I am the one being converted!"
This country I remember from childhood, the place we ate dinner, screenside, while Walter Chronkite hummed the latest statistics of death and casualties. A place of guns and crying children and falling bombs. We didn't think it was real until I heard the report of a truck explosion, thirteen soldiers dead. I probably ate mashed potatoes or green peas at the time, only later did we find out my cousin was killed in the incident.
Still it was not real. Still just a war to be won --like all the others. Until we lost.
This country I remember from childhood, the place we ate dinner, screenside, while Walter Chronkite hummed the latest statistics of death and casualties. A place of guns and crying children and falling bombs. We didn't think it was real until I heard the report of a truck explosion, thirteen soldiers dead. I probably ate mashed potatoes or green peas at the time, only later did we find out my cousin was killed in the incident.
Still it was not real. Still just a war to be won --like all the others. Until we lost.
