The final day broke over Vietnam. On a creaking, wooden ship in a secluded cove of the South China Sea, the old crow and I greeted the morning sun. It’s all a blur—how we got here, to the...
The night train rumbled into Hanoi just before dawn. It had taken all night to rattle 500km north from Dong Hoi to the nation’s capital, and in that time we’d suffered (1) shattered kneecap, (1) night of vomiting...
“Now, no bombs here.” We would soon discover that wasn’t true. The road to Khe Sahn cut a misty path through the mountains that divide Central Vietnam from Laos. 200km away from our bus, a six month battle...
The van sputtered to a halt near the edge of the DMZ. That’s where we lost Ronnie. We sat on plastic chairs by the side of the road, our bodies wedged between a muddy railroad track and a...
