Black April

As Black April approaches, I think of my late grandfather, who, like many other civilians, found himself entangled in the Vietnam War when it spun out of control in the mid-20th century.

I only wish I could ask him about his experiences in the war and what he thought of the political ramifications of the conflict — a ghoulish specter of a brutal past that, as author Khaled Hosseini once commented, “claws its way out”.

But grandpa — without you around, would I ever truly understand the pain that you and your people have had to face in the Vietnam War?

I miss you, grandpa. Always will.

 

Photo ©2012 by manhhai [CC-BY-SA-2.0]

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