SCARY COOL SAD GOODBYE 54

Vietnam Diaries, Part 2: Year of the Dog.

“I can’t really remember the days. The light of the sun blurred and annihilated all color. But the nights, I remember them… The night lit up everything, all the country on either bank of the river as far as the eye could reach. Each night was different, each one had a name as long as it lasted. Their sound was that of the dogs, the country dogs baying a…