Vietnam War Museum

I sit in the Vietnam war museum in Ho Chi Minh and I've seen less than half of it, and I've also seen enough. I sit because my knees are trembling and I cover my face with a bandana because I'm crying. I'm in Asia- where they will show you the war for what it is. There is no Disney cover up, there is no happy ending to the movie, this is not an American museum. And it's taking a very anti-american angle at telling the story of the vietnam war. The museum is covered with candid photographs- of the Vietnamese civilians being tortured by Americans, of the hostile interrogations, of bombs being dropped on cities, of the effect of those bombs - images of disfigured children missing arms and legs. The photographs cover the walls as do the statistics - the hundreds of thousands of civilians killed - the numbers broken out by civilians over 60, infants, pregnant women.

I can't look anymore. There is no one laughing in this museum. There are no children playing and there are no smiles.