A Journey Through History

The journey to My Lai began with an early morning pick-up from my hotel in Da Nang. As the car pulled up, I was greeted by Mr. Kim, our guide, and a friendly driver. The drive to My Lai is a long one, stretching over two hours, but the comfort of the passenger car made the journey pleasant. Mr. Kim, with his wealth of knowledge, began to unravel the complex history of Vietnam as we drove through the lush landscapes. His narrative was not just a recounting of events but a deeply personal account that set the tone for the day.

Upon arriving at My Lai, I was struck by the quietness of the place. It was a surreal experience, being one of the few visitors there, alongside a group of Dutch tourists. The village, a silent witness to the horrors of the past, stood as a stark reminder of the tragedy that unfolded there. Walking through the museum, I was confronted with photographs and artifacts that echoed the stories I had heard growing up in a multicultural household. These were the images that had been part of the narrative in the United States, yet seeing them in person was a somber experience that words can scarcely capture.

The Stories Untold

As we explored the village, Mr. Kim shared his personal experiences of the Vietnam War. His stories were a revelation, offering insights into aspects of the war that are often overlooked in American narratives. He spoke of his time working for the US, his near escape during the fall of Saigon, and the years he spent in a re-education camp. These stories added layers to the history I thought I knew, painting a picture of resilience and survival.

On our way back to Da Nang, Mr. Kim suggested a detour to the Chien Thang/Nui Thanh monument. This lesser-known site, steeped in history, was a fascinating stop. The monument, though not widely recognized, holds significant historical value, and Mr. Kim’s insights made the visit all the more intriguing. It was a reminder of the many untold stories that lie hidden in the folds of history, waiting to be discovered by those willing to look beyond the surface.

A Cultural Connection

Lunch was another highlight of the day, not just for the delicious local cuisine but for the camaraderie shared over the meal. Our driver complimented my chopstick skills, a small acknowledgment that brought a smile to my face. Growing up in a multicultural household, such skills were second nature, yet it was heartening to see them appreciated in a different cultural context.

The return journey was a time for reflection. My Lai, with its haunting silence, had left an indelible mark on my mind. The history, as Mr. Kim had said, is there as it is now, and it is only by being present that one can truly process the experience. This day trip was more than just a visit to a historical site; it was an emotional journey that offered a deeper understanding of Vietnam’s past and its enduring impact on the present. For those seeking to connect with history on a personal level, I highly recommend this emotional journey.