To some Vietnam represents war.
To some Vietnam represents vacation.
To some Vietnam represents poverty.
To some Vietnam represents communism.
To me Vietnam represents home.
A country that has moved on from its devastating yet glorified past.
The many tragedies yet defeat of the strongest nation of the world.
A country that is no longer divided into North and South.
The entire population united under one banner.
A country so magnificently beautiful that nothing can compare too.
The endless amount of spine tingling scenery scattered throughout the country.
A country with the jungles like no others.
The wildlife flourishing in between the leftover land mines.
A country that has shaped my identity.
The place of past memories I happily called home
