Today after dropping off my visa documents I went to the War Museum here in Ho Chi Minh. Honestly, I am emotionally exhausted after going in here as it is a very somber experience.

Growing up, we never learned about Vietnam’s POV from the war – little did I know they call it the “American War.” I would love to find my old APUSH book and compare it to this museum – the book was SOOOO pro-USA, and this museum was basically all Propaganda against us. I mean they even have OUR Declaration of Independence on the wall with the “all men are created equal” clause in the War Crimes exhibit. Which, I have never been one to be patriotic (Heck, I can give you 947 reasons why I like living outside of The States) but the entirety of the museum focused on our involvement in the war.

I was educated more here than I ever was in class. There is a disgusting amount of horrific, inexcusable sh!t that we did here that I didn’t know about. The more I travel, the more I understand the ignorant-American stereotype – because I am one.

I stepped into the Agent Orange exhibit only to have to excuse myself because the photos were too gruesome – but instead I found myself in front of people affected by Agent Orange, including a young man playing the piano that simply had skin where his eyes should have been. This sounds horrible, but he actually made me jump. And now I keep praying that I’m sorry because that is just an awful thing for me to have done.

I ended up buying a little bracelet from a nice lady who was born with 3 legs. Anyway, that was a lot – I am just extra concerned because our lovely, Puffy Cheeto Pres is trying to start WIII and we don’t need another American war.