A nice place to visit but I would not want to live there.
Leadership Advice to New Marine
2nd Lieutenants going to the Nam:
When in Doubt,
Run in Circles,
Scream and Shout.
Introduction

My strongest and best memory was of Mai Trung, a beautiful Vietnamese-French Viet Cong with whom I had fought, loved and lost. I was not sure exactly what I hoped to find in Vietnam. I had been with Mai very briefly in 1971, with no contact since that year. Our brief affair had been the most intense love of my life and almost got me killed. We spent several intense days in Tiger Pond, making love and war. I maintained a long shot hope that we could meet again and rekindle our romance.
There was something about this early intense love that was seared into my memory. I had loved and I had lost. Now I hoped to find her to see if it was possible to rekindle the flame.
Finding her was not going to be easy. She could be dead. Or she could be a great grandmother with beetle nut stains on her remaining teeth. The last time I saw her she was shooting at me as I ran for my life, and she might still want to kill me.