The real tragedy in all this is that the United States of America invaded yet another foreign country, imagining that we could bend it to our will and create a “Mini-Me” version of ourselves, and then spent twenty years, trillions of dollars, and thousands of lives ignoring what was obvious from the very outset.
In Vietnamese, Con Thien means
place of angels. What if it really was
instead of the place of rotting sandbags,
incoming heavy artillery, rats and mud.
Tom Engelhardt: What It Means When You Kill People On the Other Side of the Planet and No One Notices
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Originally posted on The Contrary Perspective:
The My Lai Massacre Andy Piascik John Mihalec’s recent column in the Connecticut Post (50 Years Ago: The Start to Vietnam War, February 7)…
. After the war, some of us had to have answers. Who were these people we’d had a war with? Where did they come from? Where did they learn to … Continue reading
this isn’t a poem about manly battlefields and the many dead it’s a modern sonnet about traffic jams and medical exams and my eyes dilated and my novel a block … Continue reading