I’ll never forget the sights and sounds of that vibrant, manic city. It was a city living on the edge. Coming from the quiet confines of Lane AHP, Saigon was a clanging, jarring, kaleidoscope of activity. Its denizens were hell bend on surviving the storm raging all about them. It was as if they knew the end was coming, and they wanted to squeeze all the life out of what time was left for them.
I had a great time in Saigon. And getting to spent time with a friend from home helped with the homesickness that was unavoidable in Vietnam.