AMERICAN AGAIN IN MY LAI (an excerpt)

BY CHARLES WAUGH Two Vietnamese girls, maybe 7 and 10, on a well-lit Hoi An sidewalk after dark, wearing tee shirts, shorts, and flip-flops, stood frozen, their hands dangling uselessly, their mouths open. In the middle of the street, one of the ubiquitous mid-sized Vietnamese dogs, muscular and square headed, was rapping the death snap … Continue reading AMERICAN AGAIN IN MY LAI (an excerpt)