This morning I opened the envelope that held my passport. A ticket to the My Lai Memorial fell out. I thought of my trip to Vietnam in June 2018 and recalled visiting the My Lai Memorial and Museum with Mike and David. Mike and I thought we should pay our respects to the civilians that lost their lives that day due to one criminal, a lieutenant.
I found the Memorial and Museum educational and humbling. It was slanted towards North Vietnam and their people, but it should be, it’s their story. The American platoon (in 1968) shouldn’t have committed the murders under any circumstances. I had a woman in her mid-twenties, with her boyfriend and sister, ask me how I felt about the massacre, as she was crying. I told her I thought it was a criminal act, and I felt sorry for the villagers the infantry platoon killed that day. She thanked me and left.
When I Turned Nineteen Soldiering After the Vietnam War