I’ve been in central Vietnam for what feels like forever, shooting two weddings and working on a travel story on the DMZ. The writer and I took a trip out to Khe Sanh, one of the more well-known battle arenas of the American-Vietnam War. I stumbled upon some farmers planting sweet potatoes in a field near the war museum. I went over and chatted with them and got a few photographs with an old American plane–part of the museum’s exhibit–in the background. The weather was bleak and rainy and the mist was thick and dropping over the surrounding mountains. The entire journey felt haunted. I can’t imagine being a young marine here four decades ago in the middle of a senseless war far from home and anything at all that made any kind of sense.