I landed in Vietnam today. It was more emotional than I expected. I seemed to get this sense that I’d been here before—probably just my research/empathy bubbling up. I feel my purpose here is to find ghosts—follow the path of the veterans of Vietnam. My guide has offered to arrange an interview with a Vietnamese vet. I’m so overwhelmed. This story is becoming too huge for me—too important. I’m scared.
I had a thought about being here. The politics would fade away. All you would see was the war and staying alive and when you landed, you might think, “Here’s where I die.”