My father has a picture of one of the Vietnamese men they captured during the war. For years, I haven’t really had the guts to ask much, though I can definitely tell the man did not survive just from the distress he was in from the picture and by heavily implied hints. I do have a lot of info from what I have been willing to ask.. I’m just careful about what I ask both for his sake and mine. I am no fool. I do not want to necessarily know the young man of war who existed long before I existed. The after effects are enough. I’ve thought of posting, but I don’t feel it’s my story to tell…Watching both of my parents color names at the reconstructed wall memorial brought to our city and them asking me to try to find names when my class visited the reql one in DC has always made this war real to me though I’m a Millennial. They both made Humanstory real in their own ways. It’s why I am the historical savant that I am. That I keep for myself and who I choose to share with…