We drove down the coast to My Lai yesterday. What we have called My Lai (place of the 1968 massacre) is actually Son My. It was a sobering, thought-provoking time. There is now a museum, monument, and a partially re-created village on the site of the original village. I have chosen to put on two photos only: one of the American soldier who went against orders to try to save villagers; the other of the foot prints that were re-created on the paths between the fields -- bare feet of villagers mingling with the boot prints of soldiers.
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