April 28th, 2010

My Lai, 1968

Seeing their pictures on TV brings it all back.  About 600 Vietnamese villagers, aged and decrepit, mothers, children, babies, maybe a few young adult males, useless as soldiers or guerrillas; they were probably all Buddhists, knowing their noble truths and following their various eightfold paths.  but where is the serenity and compassion as they wait for the American soldiers to shoot holes in their tiny bodies, to wipe them off the face of the earth.  All I see is grief, pain, fear.  Why this rant, 42 years after the fact.Collapse )