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What do I write about when it comes to Vietnam?

Should I write about the complicated simplicity of the people?

The country, both beautiful and foreboding?

My experiences: the good, bad, and the ugly?

Do I write about how I felt being there after learning about it from books, movies and first-hand accounts?

Do I write about its history?

Do I write about our history?

Do I write about standing in the exact spots where a shutter flash changed history?

Do I write about the War?

Do I write about the food?

The complete sensory ecstasy of it? 

Do I write about Communism and how the only people that seem to love it are government workers and tourists?

Do I write about the controlled chaos that is the country’s traffic?

Do I write about the countless times I was offered drugs?

Girls?

Girls?

Do I write about seeing a dream fulfilled traveling through the Mekong Delta in a paddleboat?

Do I write about the nightmares I had seeing the grimacing faces and mangled bodies of war dead?

Men that could have been someone’s son, husband, cousin, uncle that I know?

Do I write about having a private audience with macabre trophies I saw in the States?

The ears?

The tongues?

Do I write about walking in the steps of a passed friend I never met?

Do I write about seeing Ho Chi Minh’s smiling face everywhere, even being sold on merchandise?

What do I write about when it comes to Vietnam?