Thảo Điền, Vietnam
It is 1965 and my son got drafted in to the Vietnam War. When he got his card that said he was being drafted into the war I started crying. The day he left I cried even more. It has been 3 weeks since my 19- year old boy has left his home. He sent me a letter saying that he is fighting Guerrillas. Guerrillas are small groups of people who ambush and set traps to kill people instead of shooting people. My boy's life was really in danger now. Two days after I rea...