The Price of War
Last weekend, I visited the Vietnam War Museum. It was an emotional visit. 5 minutes into the photo gallery, my heart sank and drown in grief. The feeling was unbearable.
It was more like attending a war funeral. The historic journey – the untold version of Vietnam War ~ painted through the eyes of the Vietnamese. The pictures are very raw and graphic. It doesn’t show you the glory of their soldiers or the unity of their nation. It shows you the ugly sight of war. War is stupid, no matter how you look at it. Only Uncle Sam illustrate that war has its purpose and it is cool to be an American GI.
That day, there were a lot of American tourists. They too, felt remorseful of their past deeds. There was this particular showcase where I saw a lot of hand-written letters. Reading through the translated content of those letters, I felt so moved and touched by their words. The familiarity and empathy set in…painful separations, longing to be in each others arms again…Yet, many of these addressees never make it back to home.
War happens when the leadership of two individuals failed. War happens when press succeeded illustrating the need of war. War happens when the ego of a nation surpassed the love of its people. War happens with one agenda and ends with another. War unites a nation but separates its families.