Day 13: Reunification Palace and Notre Dame Cathedral


After Alex dies in Vietnam Deborah briefly considers a Vietnam burial, but then decides it is time to bring him home. At his funeral buried with Green Berets, she whispers “Welcome home, Dad.”

Also, Alex is always eating sardines. Deborah asks “What about the bones?”

“I just swallow them.”


They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but words can’t show you what burning shit smells like or how sardines in tomato sauce taste.

Two foundations of my base view on Vietnam for my book:

  1. There is no such thing as a “just war.” War is horrible and brutal and ugly. If the cause isn’t worth it (and most aren’t) then don’t start. However, once started you are committed. Put your national head down and win.

  2. Communism is the enemy of individual freedom. It is to be feared and its prevention is a likely candidate for my “things worth dying for“ list. Preventing it in another country: probably not worth American lives, but the effort was a noble one.