With the battle lines drawn between global integrationists and ultra-nationalists, I find myself aligning with nations that I used to abhor. It's hard not to like Vietnam.
Your belief that the forces of global integration will continue despite the destructiveness and depredations of nationalism is optimistic but not implausible. But in Trump world it might just take the battle of Copenhagen to bring about the pushback to end the current insanity in our country.
Great pictures. Is most of the street travel on motor bikes? How long did you stay there? Favorite food?
Whenever I think of that war I always think of my one friend who was in the Navy and came home okay. The other young man I think of did not fare well at all. When I was in High School we put on musical plays. In one of them he and I sang "Bicycle Built for Two". Out side of the plays we didn't have anything in common; but, I found him to be a friendly, happy person.
I live on .66 acres in the country with my chickens, dogs and cats. Guess it was maybe 9-10 years ago that I used to advertise my chickens for sale. One day I get a call from a man asking me if I had an area available that his parents could use for their chickens. I told him that I did and they could come see if it would work for them. Turned out the couple were Hmong. After saying hello I thanked them for the help they provided in the war. They still raise their chickens and medicinal plants here. You could not ask for kinder, more generous people. I have met their family and friends and am happy to be considered their friend.
I worry about them because of all the immigration stuff. I'm old enough now to know that it isn't a good idea to wish your life away; but, I really wish that it was next year so we can vote the pubs out and wish that the 4 year reign was over.
I suppose some good has come out of this catastrophe. Seems that other nations have united and prepared themselves for whatever comes next. Canada, Australia, Greenland, EU all have learned from the USA's bad example.
I suppose I can only hope and pray that all the progress you described can continue on despite the current attempts to destroy everything.
We must be around the same age. During the war, a friend of my parents called and said their son was killed in Nam. From then on, my dad said that if the war was still going on when I turned 18, we would move to Canada. When I turned 18, I was required to register in case the draft was started again, even though the war had ended three years before. The memories of that time are still vivid in my memory, watching the nightly news broadcasts from the front lines. We also had a subscription to Life Magazine. Then there was the Cold War...
I am 78 years old/young depending on how I feel each day. lol
My friend, who joined the Navy, had 2 brothers; but, he was the only one that joined. His father had been in the Navy and that was why he joined. He would write to me every few months and send me presents. He was home on leave when I had my Jr. prom and he took me to it. They would not let him in because he wore his uniform. Needless to say we were crushed! :-(
I don't blame your parents at all. My son is 50 now; but, if it came down to it and he was a youngster I would not want him to go to war either. On another forum, many years ago, there was a discussion about women joining the service.
One poster was vehement about how women should not be allowed to join. He asked me if I had a daughter would I want her to join. I told him that whether I had a son or daughter I would prefer they not join; however, in the end it was their decision.
Your belief that the forces of global integration will continue despite the destructiveness and depredations of nationalism is optimistic but not implausible. But in Trump world it might just take the battle of Copenhagen to bring about the pushback to end the current insanity in our country.
Great pictures. Is most of the street travel on motor bikes? How long did you stay there? Favorite food?
Whenever I think of that war I always think of my one friend who was in the Navy and came home okay. The other young man I think of did not fare well at all. When I was in High School we put on musical plays. In one of them he and I sang "Bicycle Built for Two". Out side of the plays we didn't have anything in common; but, I found him to be a friendly, happy person.
I live on .66 acres in the country with my chickens, dogs and cats. Guess it was maybe 9-10 years ago that I used to advertise my chickens for sale. One day I get a call from a man asking me if I had an area available that his parents could use for their chickens. I told him that I did and they could come see if it would work for them. Turned out the couple were Hmong. After saying hello I thanked them for the help they provided in the war. They still raise their chickens and medicinal plants here. You could not ask for kinder, more generous people. I have met their family and friends and am happy to be considered their friend.
I worry about them because of all the immigration stuff. I'm old enough now to know that it isn't a good idea to wish your life away; but, I really wish that it was next year so we can vote the pubs out and wish that the 4 year reign was over.
I suppose some good has come out of this catastrophe. Seems that other nations have united and prepared themselves for whatever comes next. Canada, Australia, Greenland, EU all have learned from the USA's bad example.
I suppose I can only hope and pray that all the progress you described can continue on despite the current attempts to destroy everything.
We must be around the same age. During the war, a friend of my parents called and said their son was killed in Nam. From then on, my dad said that if the war was still going on when I turned 18, we would move to Canada. When I turned 18, I was required to register in case the draft was started again, even though the war had ended three years before. The memories of that time are still vivid in my memory, watching the nightly news broadcasts from the front lines. We also had a subscription to Life Magazine. Then there was the Cold War...
I am 78 years old/young depending on how I feel each day. lol
My friend, who joined the Navy, had 2 brothers; but, he was the only one that joined. His father had been in the Navy and that was why he joined. He would write to me every few months and send me presents. He was home on leave when I had my Jr. prom and he took me to it. They would not let him in because he wore his uniform. Needless to say we were crushed! :-(
I don't blame your parents at all. My son is 50 now; but, if it came down to it and he was a youngster I would not want him to go to war either. On another forum, many years ago, there was a discussion about women joining the service.
One poster was vehement about how women should not be allowed to join. He asked me if I had a daughter would I want her to join. I told him that whether I had a son or daughter I would prefer they not join; however, in the end it was their decision.