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.
from swerve of shore 
I went to visit Khe Sanh and the DMZ last year. It was such an eerie other worldly kind of experience. Especially in the morning when the mist was thick over the field and C-130s. It was hard to comprehend the tragedy that took place there.
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Beautiful image! 🙂
You have such great eyes!
This is awesome!
Do you know that feeling when you can’t say something because it’s so beautiful? I have this right now.