I arrived in Saigon on a Boeing 777 on Turkish Airlines, the same make as the missing Malaysian flight, but with less than 20% filled. I thought and prayed for the desperate families seeking closure. I also thought about the thousands of sorties of military planes that invaded this nation in the 1960s and 70s, and the fears of those above and below, in the war confrontations. One of my SS students was killed here. Many others took back horrific memories. The wife of my church board chairman in Bolivia escaped on the final helicopter rescue. Yet now I come to a relatively peaceful nation under communist oligarchy but borrowing the excesses and the benefits of Western societies. How history is flexible, impermanent and entrenched at the same time!
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 02:45:35 +0000
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